My son cast his first vote last evening (in Somerville, Ward 5, Precinct 2). He waited in line for an hour and a half, his was vote number 1,550. I took a picture of the event, but I don’t want to post it without his permission.
This was a big night for him. He is very involved politically (I wonder where he gets that from?), and I’ve watched him grow into the kind of idealistic pragmatist that I think offers great hope for our future. Two years ago, when he moved from his mother’s house to ours, he wanted nothing to do with the political process at all — he was convinced that the entire system was broken, that nothing he did could make a difference, and that even pursuing a college degree was “waste of time” because the future he saw was so bleak.
Today, thanks to a lot of hard work on his part, huge contributions from the excellent team at Somerville High School (they epitomize the best of urban public education), and maybe a little help from his step-mother and me, he is enthusiastic about his undergraduate program at UMass Boston. He is excited about political science, excited about philosophy, and best of all sees that he CAN make a difference. He traveled an hour through rush hour, waited in line for an hour and a half, and did all that after a long day of classes because he felt, passionately, the Elizabeth Warren MUST be our next senator.
He blushed a bit when the room erupted in applause as I took the photograph of his first vote. I am very proud of him.