July 4th, 2008 by Manila Ryce
In the state of Nevada, we needed 5,746 signatures to get Nader on the ballot for the general election. We got over 12,000 just in case. Many are bound to be bogus, and the Democrats will no doubt challenge us since Nevada is a “battleground state”. Still, it feels good to be done right at the deadline with our personal goal of 12,000 signatures met.
On the final day of petitioning to get Nader on the ballot in Nevada, I was actually booted from the Sahara West Library for informing a self-described Democrat that she subscribed to fascism.
Before the Nader/Gonzalez campaign came to Nevada, only Obama and McCain were allowed on the ballot in the general election. You can’t even write-in a candidate, so any voter who didn’t want to choose either one of the two corporate candidates was essentially denied their right to vote. I explained this to some lady exiting the library and she simply said it was fine with her if independents were disenfranchised. All that mattered was that we get a Democrat in the White House, democracy be damned.
Thinking that perhaps she misunderstood, I explained again that by signing my petition she was not endorsing Ralph Nader, but simply allowing him to be on the ballot so that people would have the right to vote for him if they chose to do so. Whether or not she agreed with their choice was irrelevant. She still refused to sign, insisting that choice for all Americans should be limited to just the two candidates she found acceptable. I told her that that was not democracy, but fascism. She shrugged her shoulders and we both walked away, disgusted with each other.
Not too long after the interaction, a security guard and library manager exercised a bit of fascism of their own. Apparently, the manager had received a call from the woman who was offended that I had called her a fascist. I gave the manager a brief civics lesson, recapped our conversation, and explained that my tone was calm and matter-of-factual with the woman, but she still insisted that I had to leave for “harassing” guests. I was surprised that a library manager would try to pull this shit on public property, but I eventually did leave since we were on a deadline and needed to spend time gathering signatures rather than challenging the library’s decision.
So after banging my head against a wall for several minutes, I walked a couple miles to a less-shaded grocery store parking lot to fill my quota for the day and work on my skin cancer. Both came along fairly well.
I’m sharing this story because most people don’t realize the obstacles that small campaigns face at every turn. Petitioners are told to “fuck off” and “go to hell” by complete strangers all day. Add 115 degree heat and the divisive name of “Ralph Nader” to the equation and you’ve got one grueling job that only someone with a tremendous amount of passion and dedication could do every single day. My utmost respect goes out to everyone who’s decided to stay through the entire roadtrip, but a special bit of recognition is needed for my small family of Vegas petitioners (Team Tanq) and the thankless work we did to get Ralph on the ballot in Nevada. We conquered that fucking state.


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