Yesterday was my first experience as a district delegate.
I came by the responsibility accidentally, you might say. Spurred on by some activist WAMM ladies of my acquaintance to attend or perhaps occupy my local caucus a few weeks back, I proposed a citizen resolution to protest the indefinite detention provisions of the NDAA. Frankly, I was surprised to find my neighbors thought my resolution didn’t go far enough, and felt we ought to add another resolution demanding the closing of Guantanamo.
Since few seats are up for grabs here – the main order of business choosing from between two good state senators pitted against one another by redistricting – the caucus turnout was small. Pretty much everybody became a delegate by showing up.
So yesterday the larger district met at a local tech magnet school. The sign outside said “Welcome to Washington.” I took a picture. It made me smile. We are pretty far from Washington, plopped down here in flyover land.
I overdressed. I also packed my own sandwich because I didn’t know there would be food. It turned out okay, though. More than okay.
In the resolutions list – in addition to our neighborhood resolutions – there were others, clearly inspired by Occupy, about protecting the right to peaceably assemble, about reining in the bankers. The senatorial candidate eventually endorsed mentioned his opposition to Citizens United.
While I can’t say which resolutions will proceed on to the next level, I felt heartened, more at home than I have felt in a long time.
This might be as far as it goes. Perhaps it’s just an April Fool’s Day joke?
No, I don’t think so. I think the people in my neighborhood have had about enough and are stepping up.