Election Day in New York

New York City went to the polls like the rest of the nation today.

A city that has seen two candidates rise and fall in the last eight years is anxious tonight. I took heart all day in the pride with which people all over the boroughs took to the polls in this the deepest of blue states. People stood in long lines to make their voices heard. In some ways this is more admirable in a state where the outcome is almost assured. In Florida or Ohio a botet is begged, cajoled, enticed to vote. Here in NY everyone knows the endgame. Why go outside? Because we are Americans too, because while our electoral outlook is largely determined we needed to tell the country how we felt. We weren’t simply going along with the guy with a D in front of his name. We were standing together in droves against the last eight years. We were standing together behind a man that inspired us. White men, black women, Jewish and Muslim. This city stood up together.

And yet rather than a sense of triumph New York was on edge all day. Tense. The question not “who did you vote for?” but “you voted right?”

It’s 6:26 and I’m on the train home I voted 11 hours ago. My generation and I coming of age in an era of text messaging and insta-polls is forced tonight to sit and wait patiently for the day. There are only 50 results that matter-verdicts of our 50 states. Tonight reliably blue NYC waits hoping for the vindication deserved after enduring eight years of policy it never agreed with, even after it was savagely attacked.

NYC voted Obama. Now it waits and yes, it hopes.


2 Responses

  1. Nice thoughts on the day. As I was going around the city it was with a mixture of pride, excitement, and (certainly) anticipation. FYI, if you’re interested I’ve put together a photo page here of the day…
    Many thanks.

  2. I realized, as I was watching the results come in, that while for the last 7 years I couldn’t wait to vote Bush OUT, in the last several months, I couldn’t wait to vote Obama IN. It is a difference that may seem subtle on the surface, but I think marks the kind of hope he represents.

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