PRIDE 7 deadly sins vol 7 Pure Slush Books.
The variety of human voting
It’s the general election, and after a tumultuous campaign voting concludes on a Saturday in early spring. At the Anglican Hall as a scrutineer I sit behind several Electoral Officials. I’m there to ensure that there is no attempt to influence the voter’s decisions. It’s a big steep high roofed hall with mirrors along the back wall. Who votes?
A man with one leg on crutches
A woman in a wheel chair
Another woman in a wheel chair
A man with three children who declares he is voting green, both party and candidate votes
A man whose orange shirt declares ‘go fuck yourself’
A proud tall young woman who smiles a huge grin at me as she strides in, and out of the hall
A man whom I know asks how I am. I reply ‘I can’t really talk now’
A woman who I’ve recently met sits down, asks me for my phone number, then walks away blushing saying ‘Oh gosh, how embarrassing’
A woman who looks like a fashion model with a child in rainbow dress
A young Indian couple beaming
The smiling officials greet each voter, issue instructions, tear voting papers from the block and fold them, ask for the voters card, clarify name and address
Officials at the special votes booth are busy, lots of people are voting outside their electorate. It looks complicated sometimes.
A scrutineer from another party, the opposition blues looks on, an unfriendly sneer
The people who ask, I haven’t done a tick, just a mark, is that ok?
The woman who returns in a fluster exclaiming ‘I think I left my Ipad in the booth, is it there?’ It is.
Another leaves their glasses
Some people give nothing away
People not on a roll, go over there