— from Jane Alden —

Today was my second experience with caucusing. I remember nothing about the first one, eight years ago, except that there was a room full of people.

Today there was an even smaller room, full of an even greater number of people. I will probably not remember this one either. The reason for that is becoming clearer to me with each caucus experience.

Caucuses are a blur of unfocused activity, relating to an intensely important decision, that must be made, signed, and properly delivered in the midst of this unfocused blur of conversation and activity, to the right person at the right time. There are apparently no rules, nor protocols for how this gets done.

My caucus experience today was: entering a crowded room, finding my way to Precinct 22’s area, standing there, finally asking if I was supposed to fill something out, being given a form, filling it out, handing it back to a person at Precinct #22’s table. I found a chair, (no idea what was to come next), read my book, looked around for a friend I was meeting, found my friend, was told that if we had filled out the ‘form’ we had, indeed, voted, and could leave.

Incredulous, I went to a voting assistant and was told that this was so. So I had voted without realizing it! This was/is very disconcerting to me! I come from places where only ‘primaries’ exist. Simple, straightforward, open all day, go in a booth by yourself, and, with a feeling that is akin to joy and pride and gratitude all at once, clearly and obviously VOTE! I’m for that! I see no merits at all in this ‘caucus’ thing. It’s sloppy, untrustworthy, and prehistoric. The volunteers were all wonderful and kind and none of the fault of caucuses is theirs.

Lewis Carroll had it right when he had the Dodo bird explain caucuses: “The best way to explain it is to do it.’ First it marked out a race-course in a sort of circle, (‘the exact shape doesn’t matter’ it said), and then all the party were placed along the course, here and there. There was no, ‘One two, three and away!’ but they began running when they liked, and left off when they liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However, when they had been running half an hour or so, the Dodo suddenly called out, ‘The race is over!’ and they all crowded around, panting, and asking, ‘But who has won?’”

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