voting
All My Friends Want to Vote for the First Time — for Peter Obi
will the winds of change blow through Nigerian politics at last?
I voted in the auditorium that had doubled as our cafeteria
Then I walked to the Metro station through my suburb to what my mother always ironically referred to as its “beating, pulsing heart."
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Atlanta
Freedom has an asterisk the size of America.
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Election Day: Communist Poland
The ballot didn’t fit, because my hands shook uncontrollably.
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London
I tell my students that they are lucky to be living through a period of such exciting democratic activity.
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2008
When voters or fellow organizers were rude or mean we’d murmur to one another: “No Drama... Obama.”
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Voting often, in Lithuania
Because I was renting and didn't own property, I had to register myself as homeless.
