Avoiding New Hampshire
For two days, I have been tromping through the New Hampshire snow for Hillary Clinton. Door to door, even farm to farm, the goal is to get people in their homes to engage in a discussion. The entire team for the Franklin and the South Lakes Region is lesbian and gay. We have swept the area and the local organizers are very impressed. [...]My experiences have varied, but none compared to one encounter yesterday. A couple of us were precinct-walking in a trailer park in Franklin, New Hampshire. The tired, circa 1970 mobile homes looked as though they had been tossed there at some point, and were laying fallow. But inside was life—real families, real problems.
I came upon one mobile home with a sign outside that read: "Fuck With Me, And You Fuck With the Whole Trailer Park." Based on my low brow upbringing and feeling that the Democratic party should go anywhere to take back our country, I plowed ahead up the three metal steps to the door. [...]As we left he said, "You know, you are the only people from any of the campaigns to ever visit my home. That gets in your head. You think about it. That will stay with me. Who knows who I'll vote for..."
One more for Hillary. Maybe.