Working the 2020 Polls

FeaturedWorking the 2020 Polls

On Tuesday, I was in the eye of a hurricane.

I worked the polls in the 2020 election. My first time ever. Every site in Tompkins County (and maybe NY, maybe nationwide, I’m not sure) has a balance of Democratic and Republican poll workers. My site housed two districts, and there were 8 of us – two poll site managers and 6 inspectors.

Multiple I Voted stickers on table

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Multiple I Voted stickers on a table.
After an initial flurry when we opened at 6 am, it was a tranquil, generally smooth polling day. There were many early voting and absentee ballots issued in our county. We figured that contributed to the pace of things.

We were in a Cornell building, and the CU police stationed an officer outside in case of trouble for the whole day. But there was none. No disruption. No poll watchers, even though they are not disruptive when performing their roles right. I heard later that a friend working the polls in another county wasn’t as fortunate – they had needed police assistance with one visitor to their site who became belligerent when made to comply with rules around electioneering.

We workers ranged in age from late 70s to one 17-year-old who served even though he can’t vote yet. At least half of us had never worked a poll before, and I loved learning from them. There are so many details to election law in NY and the precise procedures around voting to ensure the counts stay accurate that fascinate the detail-oriented part of my brain.

Partway through the day, we noted the calm. And the contrast to the animosity and fear we’d been witnessing in the rest of the country, experiencing ourselves, swirling around outside with the blustery wind.

I found myself developing tiny momentary crushes on everyone I encountered. I always love seeing parents patiently explaining what they are doing to their tiny kids who have their eye on the prized sticker at the end. I adored the young man who told me he became an American this year and was so excited to be voting, his hand shaking as he took his ballot page. And the poll site manager who gently teased out unusual situations with those who needed to do affidavits, reassuring them they had a right to matter through her kind attention. And the lady who asked for another ballot because she marked hers wrong. She was mortified, but we reassured her she wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last, and we were ready for that. Before doing this, I had not known you could ask for another ballot if you made a mistake.

The day was filled with kindness and grace and camaraderie, Democrats and Republicans alike. I had a few mini discussions with a Republican lady I was assigned to work with that built into rapport over the day. There were lots of things we could agree on like COVID and safety and senior housing needs, though also differences. Our discussion felt very 2015-ian. It was nerve-wracking but satisfying to dip a toe into that gentle, civil disagreement. I know that there were more in-depth conversations around race and gender possible there – we were not allowed to discuss candidates and platforms because of election law – but it felt like a good omen for what will need to come.

For that long day, we helped almost 400 people make sense of the machine, walked them through the process, helped them find their polling place, accepted their absentee ballots, and supported each other, all sharing the belief in this purposeful action of ourselves as citizens. I tried to stay away from the news and social media as much as possible, aware that the storm would be there waiting after we went home.

In the days since, I’m trying to hold on to that feeling, that holding the line for decency with other people united in one deeply valued institution, as long as I can. There’s a lot of pain and angst to see in each other right now, and I am trying to use that fortification as I meet all the faces I encounter. I know my experience was lucky for its mildness. I think tonight of the ballot-counters in swing states must be so tired, and how their efforts deserve our respect. There are mountains of progress to make in our broken country – but Tuesday gave me hope that our American experiment will prevail.



Today I received a message about this award-winning documentary that follows six diverse activists as they work to “protect civil rights on the streets and in the halls of power. The subjects represent the BIPOC, Latinx, LGBTQIA+ and Islamic communities. The film provides guidance for anyone struggling to understand how their efforts count towards achieving real change.”

It’s uplifting. I’m sharing it in the hopes that it reaches some young people and others who think their actions – and votes – do not make a difference. People under 30 vote at historically low percentages, in spite of being politically vocal. In spite of having the most to lose in the future by actions and choices in the halls of power today.

You can see the whole video here:

Share it with someone who you think can use a bit of inspiration today!


Sylvia and Marsha P.

-Nora Snyder and Abby Georgia Snyder

editor’s note: it’s the last weekend of Pride Month, 2020. The 28th will mark the anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, which is credited by Wikipedia as the reason, at least in part, why June was chosen as Pride Month. Co-editor Nora Snyder contributed the following piece to the 2017 anthology, but its message feels as relevant in 2020.

Nora is the founder of the Writers Block Party. Read more of her thoughtful work at Illuminous Flux.

Photo by Leonard Fink, courtesy LGBT Community Center National History Archive.

There is an urgency and pressure to SHOW UP, ACT, RESIST in our current social and political landscape. I think for many of us, choosing our own paths towards responsiveness, social
responsibility, and political action is fraught with questions that never before felt so immediate and personal. We struggle with
not only integrating our perspectives, experiences, and opinions, but also leveraging our time, talents, and strengths. None of this is new territory. However, there are times in history when a true accounting needs to take place, when we are forced to really face what is happening in the larger world and decide how we will proceed as individuals.
As a woman, I believe this can be even a more demanding task as we wrestle with daunting levels of emotional labor, societally reinforced self-doubt about strength and adequacy, and self-imposed guilt and false standards regarding being and doing enough. This energy is toxic–to ourselves and our endeavors. It debilitates and divides women and dilutes our social justice action just as our failure to be inclusive or intersectional did in the past.
Social media has become a new arena to make comparisons, not only regarding relationships and lifestyle, but now in addition to the daily onslaught of bad news reports. We are also inundated with images of all the stuff we are not doing and the relative privilege that we take for granted. In this swirl of shame and competition, we never quite get to the heart of the matter: how to harness our relative privilege to lift others.
Momentum cannot be built on shame. Once we start operating on obligation rather than pure motivation, and parsing out whose efforts matter and whose don’t, who is sacrificing enough and who is not, we come dangerously close to determining who has value as a person.
I advocate bringing in a new chapter–a spirit of trust. Trusting ourselves to engage in a diversity of efforts, fueled by passion and commitment as we each take on what feels most relevant and right for each of us personally. And trusting women in general–with their bodies and their minds, their reproductive decisions, and whether or not they choose to wear a pussy hat.
The inspiration for my own contribution came packaged in a query from my millennial daughter. She asked me in her intense, serious way, “Did you know the Stonewall Riots were led by two WOMEN?”
In fact, I didn’t. Much like my knowledge of the women’s suffrage movement, my understanding of this event is full of gaps and misattributions. The Stonewall Riots were never emphasized in any school text or discussed in any classroom that I experienced, and my exposure to the history of the women’s movement was only slightly less ignored. I remembered that President Obama declared the area around the Stonewall Inn as the first national monument to LGBT rights. I know I made the
automatic assumption that white men must have been the leaders. Luckily, my daughter offered me her essay from her Women and Gender Studies class at Tompkins Cortland Community College to get me up to speed. I offer excerpts from her paper here, to tell this story that needs telling:

The Unsung Women Leaders of the Stonewall Riots by Abby Snyder

“In 1969, the Stonewall Inn was one of the few running Lesbian Gay Bi Trans (or LGBT)- centric bars. On June 28th, the New York City police initiated a raid on the bar attracting a crowd of over 150 civilians as the police wrongfully handcuffed and arrested groups of LGBT individuals. This happened often, with constant raids on LGBT bars and hangouts, police focusing specifically on arresting LGBT individuals for even the smallest
“However, this time the patrons of the bar (as well as the civilians drawn to the raid) fought back- tired and fed up with the constant police raids, brutalities, and injustices that LGBT people had endured for years….
“News of this riot spread quickly, and by the next night thousands of protestors rallied around the Stonewall Inn and fought the police that came to arrest them. This also happened a third night; and these riots are heralded as the beginning of the modern LGBT movement. These protestors consisted of LGBT people and non-LGBT people who supported and fought for LGBT rights…
“However, historical documentation of this movement did not give proper justice to the two pioneers of the initial riot at Stonewall. These two transgender women of color; Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, are the two leading (yet largely unrecognized) faces of the June 28th, 1969 Stonewall Inn riot…
“Marsha P. Johnson (1945-1992), a black transgender woman…became a strong activist for LGBT rights, probably due to the discrimination and transphobia she faced daily just for existing as a trans woman in society…
“Marsha also was an activist during the 1980s AIDS epidemic. She was seen doing demonstrations on Wall Street to protest the inordinate prices of experimental AIDS drugs. She also teamed up with activist Sylvia Rivera and founded the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (S.T.A.R.), which was an activist group for transgender individuals…
“Marsha Johnson died in 1992. She was found in the Hudson River, having died under mysterious circumstances…. There have been attempts to reopen her case, however it is still currently closed.

“On the night of the Stonewall riot, Sylvia Rivera (1951-2002), a 17-year-old Puerto Rican drag queen (she would later come out as a trans woman),… is quoted as shouting, “I’m not missing a minute of this! It’s the revolution!” Sylvia Rivera joined the Gay Activists Alliance (GAA) and became a very
energetic and dedicated activist for LGBT rights and liberation. In particular, she campaigned for New York City to pass a Gay Rights Bill. She was famous for her arrest while climbing the walls of city hall in a dress and heels to crash a closed-door meeting discussing the bill.…
“Sylvia’s work is being furthered by the continued work of SRLP (the Sylvia Rivera Law Project), an organization working towards ending poverty and discrimination regarding gender identity….”

I am so grateful for this gift from my daughter, to add this story to my heart, to share it with others. I am glad to unveil my own ignorance of these events and often my consciousness is touched with details like poor Marsha P’s broken body left like flotsam in the Hudson or the tragic mere thirty-five-year lifespan for trans women of color. Mostly I am in awe of their courage and commitment during such turbulent and hostile times. And this is where I detect an intersection between the “Unsung Heroes of the Stonewall Riots” and the suffragists–how they were willing to take a stand for themselves and others despite their obvious vulnerability. They shared the same steely determination in their eyes, ready to brave the bias, the inequities, the violence, the rape, the torture, the imprisonment, the humiliation, and the sheer hate at the hands of the powers that be, the law enforcement that was sworn to protect them, and their fellow citizens.
In the past, the women’s suffrage movement made the grave error of getting ensnared in prejudices and fanning the flames of division, silencing some voices in order for others to be heard, seeking advantage through unfair play. All these transgressions– while remaining blind to the far greater power of unity over division! I can’t even imagine the sheer magnitude such a movement would have–if all those seeking justice, opposing hate, and demanding equality stood together as one.
Am I being unkind to the suffragists? Too critical? I don’t think so. Mostly because these women do not need my protection. These women were tough. They were dogged. They upended generations of social conditioning. They endured brutal forced feeding on filthy jailhouse floors. I firmly believe that if the suffragists were sitting with me today as I write this, they would not be asking for glorification. They would be sitting forward in their seats, rubbing their hands together, asking “What’s next? How do we proceed? How do we utilize what we learned from the past for a better future?” These women, like Sylvia and Marsha P, were revolutionaries. They weren’t satisfied with change being “possible,” for them change is inevitable. Change is now. They aren’t the ones who are going to be flinching at the past. Earlier I stated that “momentum cannot be built on shame.” However, there are many attributes that can build momentum, like truth, like humility.
Imagine if Sylvia and Marsha P were welcomed into the fold and celebrated.
Imagine if we could work together to hold the line for human decency. Imagine if we could all find our own ways of climbing the walls of city hall in a dress and heels.


Interview with Cynthia Pooler, Women who Inspire


Women Who Inspire, based in Albany NY, is an effort started by Cynthia Pooler. “Women Who Inspire come from all walks of life and strive to make this world a better place in which to live.” – today, Cynthia interviewed Stacey Murphy about “NY Votes for Women: A Suffrage Centennial Anthology”. Listen here.

Women Who Inspire blogs are also shared through Grand St. Community Radio, WCAA-LP – FM 107.3 – Albany, NY.


Anthology Contributors share Solace in Viral Times


Our Anthology’s publisher, Cayuga Lake Books, has been sharing the words of some of our contributors in their Facebook project Solace in Viral Times. The project’s intention is to share short pieces in response to COVID-19 and our experiences, and offer some comfort to readers during this time of physical distancing. Several contributors to NY Votes for Women have pieces that have appeared recently, including (so far) Carol Kammen, Lisa Harris, Stacey Murphy, Yael Saar, and Yvonne Fisher. We hope you enjoy “Surrender” by Lisa Harris.


Losing the Right to Vote

Still protesting
photo credit: Alison Fromme   

Stacey Murphy, 1/7/2020                           In the weeks before the 2016 election, there was a day that a Twitter-burst went around, musing that if women didn’t have the right to vote, Trump would be elected.  The shocking part for me, at that moment, was that several women responded, saying they would gladly give up enfranchisement.  They were kidding, I figured, but still, it was October 2016, and something felt very wrong with the world.  I couldn’t sleep that night; why would anyone make a joke about giving up a fundamental right?   I supposed it was just a matter of taking things for granted; American women (white ones, anyway) had been guaranteed suffrage almost 100 years before that.  It seemed safe enough, after so much time, to be able to joke.

Did you know that, in America, women have lost the right to vote before?  During our earliest days as colonies and then a fledgling country, women who had the right to vote had it taken away.

The colonies and early states set their own voting laws, but in all cases, voting rights went with property ownership. “…the right to vote for the lower house of colonial legislatures had been defined in traditional British terms: Only people who had freehold landed property sufficient to ensure that they were personally independent and had a vested interest in the welfare of their communities could vote”(Ratcliffe, PDF). British law and customs dictated that women ceased to be legal entities of their own upon marriage, meaning that women who were single or widowed could vote.  Mainly it was widows who exercised this right because younger women generally did not have the property of their own to qualify. There’s a great set of stories by Jocelyn Sears, early accounts of women voting in four colonies and early states, here, including the details around each of their circumstances and more of the pertinent history of the time.

Women legally voting began to change in the 1770s, when New York clarified its law to remove voting rights for all women.  So went Massachusetts, and then New Hampshire in the 1880s.  In 1787 the U.S. Constitutional Convention placed voting rights in the hands of all states.  All of the states in existence then, except New Jersey, removed the voting rights of women.  Jersey actually AFFIRMED the rights of “all free inhabitants,” including white and black women to vote in 1790 – but then revoked women’s suffrage in 1807.

Later in the 1800s, as territories became states, a number of them carried the rights of women to vote forward into statehood.  But as we know, it wasn’t until 1919 that the 20th Amendment to the Constitution guaranteed suffrage.

Perhaps it is this piece of early American history that informed my sadness that evening in October 2016.  I didn’t know any of this, then, but what if we carry knowledge in our DNA?  I believe, with certainty, we hold it in our subconscious.  Or perhaps the foreboding of that night, the sense that all was not right in our country, was a harbinger of the next few years, where we are now.  Our voices are stronger now than in the 1780s, of course.   Women of all races CAN vote, but suppression efforts that target non-white and lower income communities seem to be a bigger problem than ever.

We have returned to fighting for so much, even things that those who fought for equal rights in the 1960’s and 70’s thought would be safe in perpetuity.  In matters of equality, health care, body autonomy, and more, women have to make sure our voices count. We have to use them to push equality forward so we don’t slide further backward.


On the Eve of Voting: “We Always Persisted” by Gaia Woolf-Nightingall

11.5.18 – Tomorrow is the midterm elections in the United States.  In the past few days, my thoughts of what elections mean for women, and the persistence we employ to have our needs and desires met, have included this piece, written by Gaia, as it appears in NY Votes for Women.  Enjoy!

Gaia in white
We Always Persisted

I was not born in the United States of America. I am an immigrant.

I hail from a small Northern English village which is of little consequence except that it has the dubious distinction of being a place which was deeply embedded in Great Britain’s industrial revolution in the 1800s. It was once a land of cotton mills and coal mines and it is where my journey began.

I arrived in central N.Y. on the coldest night I had ever experienced. It was a snow-covered January night. My daughter was so tired and small at just seven years old that I
thought her little body would shatter from the shivers that she could not control in the frigid darkness. I look back on that day often now, as the silent snow piles deep against my window, and I reflect on my female lineage, those women who walked the sacred earth before me. How the journeys and sacrifices they made won me the right and gave me the courage to choose my own destiny.

My mother once told me the story of my great grandmother who, like me, hailed from a Northern English town named Newcastle Upon Tyne. Like my home town of Adlington, Newcastle was a busy site of industries, but instead of cotton mills and coal, Newcastle had shipbuilding and steel. Through the great march of time my great grandmother’s story became like an old jigsaw puzzle which had been left in the attic for too long, and now, though many of the original pieces had been lost, the fragments that I had were precious to me.

The story told to me began when my great grandmother was already married to my great grandfather and had emigrated to Mombasa, Kenya, just before the dawning of
the twentieth century. My great grandmother was white, educated and therefore a privileged woman, but this was still a time before women’s suffrage. Women in my great
grandmother’s era for the most part could not vote or stand for elections. It is unlikely that the idea of women’s suffrage had been birthed at all in my great grandmother’s
consciousness as she wandered the streets of Mombasa.

As was the custom then, and as it often is to this day, women were the primary caregivers for children, and my great grandmother worked hard to raise her four
rambunctious offspring. Like all hard working people she wished for breaks, for vacation time, for time to simply be.

My great grandfather, a man very much of his time and generation, took himself off to the bush to hunt and explore whenever the opportunity presented itself. My great
grandmother grew tired of being left alone, unable to explore the far horizons of the African plains, and so she asked her husband to take her with him on his next

My great grandfather considered this, and then explained to his wife that she could not go on safari with him because she, a woman, was of a more delicate constitution than a man. For her dignity, she would need more home comforts than he would. He did not therefore believe it would be wise for his party to carry the extra burden into the plains. My great grandmother acknowledged this.

A week later my great grandmother returned to the subject of her husband’s next safari, but before he could object, she presented to him the extra guides, equipment and
materials that she would require, according to his judgment.

My great grandfather once more considered, and then announced to his wife that she could not go on safari because there would be no latrine in the bush and her modest
sensibilities would not be able to tolerate such an inconvenience. This was again acknowledged by my great grandmother.

Once again a week passed by and my great grandmother approached her husband on the subject of the safari. Before he could object, my great grandmother presented to him a
shovel, a wooden seat and a small tent; she would have no difficulty in digging a latrine and preserving her dignity in the bush.

Again my great grandfather considered her request to go on safari with him. “Ah but what if you are in need of dentistry when out on the great plains, there will be no one to call upon for aid, if you get a toothache.” My great grandmother acknowledged this.

About a week or so later, she returned to her husband and before he could formulate an objection to the subject of the safari, my great grandmother gave him a beautiful wide
smile. As she did so, she revealed a shining set of false teeth. She then explained that, as she no longer had any attached teeth in her head there was no fear of her getting a toothache on safari.

My great grandmother greatly enjoyed her first safari on the African plains.

As I stumbled off the bus that had brought us from JFK airport to Ithaca and first felt the stinging embrace of that bitter cold, I was thinking of my great grandmother and her legacy. I had been afforded the privilege of coming to America because of her persistence, because of her drive to succeed and make her dreams come true, even when
obstacles were constantly placed before her. She, and the millions of women like her who struggled against the prejudice of their time persisted, sacrificed and creatively
found their way through the maze of barriers erected before them.

My great grandmother’s spirit, and the spirit of her generation of women laid the foundation for the woman’s suffrage movement. When I stepped off that bus I placed my feet on a land which was to me the epitome of that spirit. I stepped off that bus and walked in the footsteps of the women of suffrage who had walked those same streets with their placards, calling for recognition, for justice and equality.

And it is this spirit that I invoke now, as I now contemplate the US election of 2016, when for the first time in American history a woman, a pioneer of her generation, stood for election as the president. It as an election that my great grandmother would never have conceived of as she stood on the African plains.

I brought my daughter to an America where one day she may vote for the people she wishes to represent her in government, or may even stand for election herself. She will, I have no doubt, witness a woman ascend to the office of Commander in Chief one day, and she will be able to contribute to that choice in whatever way her conscience dictates, through her vote. This is because here in New York State in the 1800’s as my great grandmother lived her adventurous life in Africa, a group of women drinking tea in Waterloo, New York, decided to make a change. They wanted the inalienable right to vote, to make their own choices about who represented them in government. A movement began, one that would require persistence, sacrifice and creativity to birth a new era for women.

A movement that gave women a voice, a stake in their own country’s destiny, in their own destiny. A movement that has afforded my daughter and me, and millions of women across the globe, the opportunity to take control of our own lives. I wonder what my great grandmother would have thought of it all. I like to believe that if she could, she
would have been part of the suffrage movement. She was, after all, as strong, sure, and determined as the first suffragists of England were.

I was not born in the United States of America, but I am a legacy not only of my great grandmother but also of the women of New York who began a revolution, who dared to
look beyond the far horizon and see a different way of being. Perhaps as they sat drinking their tea and imagining the future of womankind, they caught the faint echo of my great grandmother’s voice raised in joy at the sight of a great wildebeest migration. I like to think that they did.

Suffrage Centennial Gifts!

The National Women’s History Alliance is circulating a catalog of women suffrage themed gift ideas. It just came in an email and I was pleasantly surprised to see NY Votes for Women: A Suffrage Centennial Anthology is included in it! There are lots of great ideas – books, jewelry, artwork, ornaments, and more. It is a .pdf, but there are directions to links to buy any of the items you might want to purchase.

Perhaps most unexpected? There are TWO DOZEN romance novels in the mix, some of them bodice-rippers, judging by the covers and titles like “A Victorian Tale: Suffrage and Submission.”

Oh, my.

Our own book is less titillating. But if you’d like it for someone on your list who might enjoy reading a collection by 22 women, poetry and prose, writing about suffrage and women’s rights against a backdrop of New York State over the course of 100 years, you can order it here or send me a message – we have a few copies on hand to share for just $15.00!

September 22nd is Voter Registration Day!

Google Doodle today, Sept. 22, 2020, showing circular buttons over the Google logo that read “Register to Vote” in two languages.

If you use Google, you’ve probably noticed the Doodle on the search page is themed for Voter Registration Day. Maybe you are sure you’ve registered to vote. Depending on what state you live in, you may have even already completed early voting!

But maybe you haven’t registered yet, or know people who you aren’t sure are registered in spite of being politically vocal. For example, voters between 18 and 30 vocally supported Sanders in the primaries – yet many did not translate their voices into votes this past spring. Per this article, “Millennials and some members of Gen Z comprise 37% of eligible voters, roughly the same share of the electorate that baby boomers and pre-boomers make up” – yet the decades-long pattern is that they don’t show up to vote. If you want to encourage young people to make a difference this year, That Google Link can help you, too.

Maybe you think it wouldn’t hurt to check and see if you are still registered! It’s a valid concern if your state is one that has been in the news about purging hundreds of thousands of voters ahead of this election, like Pennsylvania, Georgia, Wisconsin, or others. Wherever you live, Using the Google Link takes only a few seconds. Check it out!

19th Amendment at 100


A century ago today, the United States ratified the 19th Amendment, guaranteeing a woman’s right to vote in the Constitution. That was the theory. But as Veronica Chambers of the New York Times points out in her article today, “the decades-long struggle didn’t end there. For years after 1920, many women, including Native Americans and Chinese immigrants, were not able to vote. And for many others, especially African-Americans, casting a ballot was extremely difficult” until the voting rights act of 1965; and still, today, there is no Equal Rights Amendment for women in the U.S.

Now, facing down the 2020 election, voting rights feel precarious, with election interfering well documented as a threat, as well as worries about disenfranchisement, long lines at polling places, and other worries.

To mark the Suffrage Centennial today, there are a number of good articles that consider women and voting (note: some of these might require creating a login or subscription):

This CNBC article highlights the hopes and concerns of 5 young women voting for president for the first time this year.

Women Leading the Way is a project gathering the art and reflections of students around the USA. They are gathered in this thoughtful exhibition at the Suffragettes2020 website.

This article at NatGeo by Martha S. Jones tells the story of what the 20th Amendment did and did not do for black women.

In an interesting twist, the NYT provides a look at the anti-suffragists and what they believed as a different way to approach what suffrage meant to so many women.

However you spend your day, take a moment to consider the occasion and what you can do to carry women forward.

Mother Up! A Forum where Activist Moms Speak Out

August 5, 2020

In 2017, Yael Saar contributed a sci-fi short story to NY Votes for Women, “Alternative Facts Universe.” At turns funny and alarming, it provided a rationale for the times: that beings in another dimension were messing with our reality as a grand experiment, no more, no less.

Fast forward three years. While reality can feel dystopian, Saar, through her organization Mother Up! continues to support women and others who identify as mothers in a bid to guide the world to something better.

In their words, “Mother Up! is a call to action to evolve into a nurturing society by prioritizing caring over profits and pursue social justice. We urge EVERYONE (all genders/ages) to act as if the survival of the species is at the mercy of our choices—economic, political, and cultural.”

Their latest initiative takes the form of podcasts, interviewing and featuring central-NY women; this inaugural season focuses on amplifying the voices of women of color. The first few episodes have discussed mothers during quarantine, mothers in politics, intersectionality, Mutual Aid, and other aspects of building a culture that truly works for everyone. The latest episode features Saar and Michelle-Courtney Berry. You can hear it here:

The full library can be found here (Apple) or accessed through Spotify, and the Mother Up website. The site provides more detail about its variety of initiatives including Mama’s Comfort Camp, a Facebook page support system that Saar created for mothers to provide mutual support without judgement. It began in Ithaca NY and now helps mothers find comfort across the US and internationally.

Uncle Joe: A Few Concerns

-7/29/2020 Stacey Murphy

Vice President Joe Biden speaking at the LBJ Presidential Library in October 2017. Source: LBJ Library via Wikimedia Commons.

I am definitely voting for Joe Biden.

Still, every time I get an email from the campaign, or an invite from a friend to join a “Women for Biden” Facebook group, my heart sinks a little. I think he leaves a lot of room for improvement when it comes to women. 

Yes, Biden presents OCEANS of improvement over his rival, for all the reasons we know too well.

And yet there are a lot of people unexcited to vote.

I’ve spent the better part of the last three years noting the spectacular ways this nation has been failing to learn from history.  It’d be nice if the DNC did better, but I’m nervous.  The results of the 2016 election were far different than the polls going into it predicted.  Especially shocking, to me, was the 64% of non- college-educated white women and 47% of all white women who voted for Trump, or as I often heard later, “against Hillary.”  Lack of turnout was also a factor – just 13% of validated voters were under 30.  Many young people simply didn’t participate. (Pew Research)

With his tepid apologies for shoulder-rubbing and checkered history around gender and race issues, I fear that Biden just won’t do it for some potential voters. If his choice of a female VP is supposed to carry our enthusiasm, will that wane when the flood of articles start, picking apart whichever woman it turns out to be, on points that would never be uttered if he chose a man?

And what about young people, particularly young women?  The 2016 election featured a generational disconnect.  I can recall middle-aged and older women nodding in agreement that it was “Hillary’s turn,” and then shaming younger women who don’t see politics that way.  Their vote was theirs to what they wanted and bristled at the notion of being told what to do.  Women in both groups consider themselves feminists.

So what now? I’ve seen articles so far, saying that young people are more engaged than ever and planning to vote for Biden. I’ve read others that say many young women consider him a weird old uncle who they would visit only if they had to.  For all their vocal enthusiasm for Sanders, young voters didn’t turn out for him in the 2020 primaries

These observations prompted me to do some digging. Am I the only one with these concerns?

The nonpartisan nonprofit All In Together “encourages, equips, educates, and empowers voting-age women to participate fully in America’s civic and political life.” They’ve begun studying and compiling women’s attitudes toward the 2020 election, including influences of life during COVID-19. They’ve identified “Guardian Women” as a potential swing bloc of voters in this election – women who say their top value is “security.”  According to the article:

“They split in party identification, split in their current Presidential vote (46% Biden, 42% Trump, 12% undecided). In fact, they split in their past vote in 2012 (40% Obama, 42% Romney) and in 2016 (43% Clinton, 41% Trump). Sixty-two percent strongly agree their political participation matters now more than ever to protect our country and families.”

How many “guardian women” will view Trump’s latest fascist, racist gambit to crack down on (democratic) cities as tough on crime? How many feel, instead, that the actions are divisive and a distraction from real dangers?  How many of these women will see protection in re-aligning with the CDC and the WHO to keep their families safe from COVID-19 and end the pandemic?  How many will examine platforms and policies on climate change, viewing protection of the planet as paramount to ensuring we have a world to live in, to begin with? 

These questions and more lead to a feeling that Biden can’t be cavalier even as polls show substantial leads overall.  He would do well to be very clear about his positions, and plans, and how they speak to the future for young people.  I, for one, would be much happier if Biden would leave no room to doubt that he takes counsel from the women he appoints to task forces.  That he talks about an ERA finally and cements clear a position on women and health care rights.

And that he sets an example for men, everywhere, by not hugging or otherwise touching women without their consent and being clear that he’s learned to embrace respect instead.

Independence Day Activism!

6/24/2020 -Stacey Murphy

Above: “The Spirit of To-day” postcard, Equal Suffrage League of Virginia Records, 1909-1935. Archives Accession 2202, Library of Virginia.

Independence Day might feel a bit different this year. In many places, the desire for caution to keep COVID-19 transmissions down might mean less gathering. Fewer fireworks displays. And no baseball double-headers on TV or in minor-league ball parks.

A true spirit of patriotism, for many this year, includes continuing the re-examination of our history, and how to build a country where we all are truly equal. It means inspecting our own hearts as much as our flawed history, and taking action.

Why not turn that examination into action? There are things we can do at home, after all: postcards are one way that people are putting their passion for a better America into action.

The suffrage movement in the decades leading up to the 19th Amendment’s ratification included many postcards, both pro- and against women suffrage like the one pictured here. Today, postcard campaigns are still being used to get out the vote. Activist group is a nationwide effort that takes on “critical issues facing women, mothers, and families by educating the public and mobilizing massive grassroots actions.” Their campaign allows you to to receive a FREE packet of 10 eye-catching voting reminder postcards to fill out, send back, and then they distribute them to people who don’t always vote to encourage them to do so!

Opportunities like this abound with more targeted campaigns, too. In Kentucky, for example, the Senate seat held by Mitch McConnell is hotly contested, and the Women Ditch Mitch campaign provides a set of postcards that are pre-addressed to the 2.2 million women in Kentucky; senders donate the postage, fill them out, and send.

There are also plenty of ways to get involved with local candidates in postcard, phone, and text bank efforts – in my district, Leslie Danks Burke is getting my support for her NY State Senate bid. Check out the candidates you like near you, or even your local League of Women Voters, and see who could use a little help.

This 4th of July, set off fireworks of a different kind. Get involved!