Caucused

I truly believe my vote matters. My neighbor, a political science professor at the University of Washington, keeps explaining to me that statistically it has little to no impact. I keep hearing about these “super delegates” which, unless a clear front runner emerges, will likely get together in some smoke filled room in Colorado and decide who the nominee for the democratic party will be. Despite all this, I still feel my vote matters, and I believe strongly in making my voice heard.

The town I grew up in, Durham, a tiny suburb of Portland, Oregon, consisted of roughly 800 people. Durham, the metropolis that it is, incorporated in the 1970’s to save trees. We didn’t have a post office or our own zip code, we used the neighboring towns, or a police station, we paid the neighboring police department to drive through every now and then, but we did have an active local politics scene. The city made it nearly impossible to cut down a tree, even if it was in your own yard. I can hear the internet gasping “Tree huggers”. I know, bear with me.