I was out canvassing the other day for Ed Markey. It was the first time I'd had the opportunity to do it, partly because I had some trouble establishing contact with the campaign and then when I did make contact my first canvass shifts were cancelled in the aftermath of the Boston Marathon bombing. But I finally made it out on Sunday for a three-hour shift in a predominantly Jewish suburb south of Boston. They gave me 37 doors to knock, and I hit them all.
The Markey campaign people are good. The campaign manager is Carl Nilsson, who came over from the Obama campaign, and there are several veterans of the Warren campaign as well. I don't know what algorithm they're using to pre-id the doors to knock, but whatever it is it really works. Almost all the people I talked to were ones or twos, that is they were either strong Markey or lean Markey. I had one person refuse to talk to me, and another one -- with an Irish name -- who bashfully indicated that she wasn't going to support Markey. While she didn't come right out and say she'd be voting for Lynch, she didn't exactly make it a secret either.
And then there was this one guy. Actually, this one guy and his wife. They lived in a decaying split level home on a somewhat rundown block. The husband answered the door:
"Markey? Isn't he a Democrat?" (The guy's a registered Democrat, though he apparently doesn't know it.)
His wife piped in, "Yes, but he went to AIPAC. The other guy didn't."
"Well, I can't support him. Look, he'll get in there and back the president's program."
What's wrong with that, I asked him. "Are you kidding? The deficit, taking away our Second Amendment rights, health care...," he ran off a long list of typical rightwing complaints about Obama.
But he inherited the economic crisis from Bush, I tried to say. Before I could finish the thought, the man interrupted me, said he had nothing to talk about, and walked over to the dining room table clearly visible from the front door and sat down. If I weren't an idiot, I would have said good-bye to the wife at that point and gone on my way. But I'm an idiot, and you can find my conversation with her on the flip...
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