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I was too young to vote in 1968, but I campaigned for McCarthy during that spring and summer.
Raised Republican and "radicalized" by the war, I was not in the streets outside the Dem convention in Chicago, yet I followed all the coverage. My heart was with the protesters, and I thought that event taught all I needed to know about the perfidy of the Democrats. I was sure Humphrey was as bad as LBJ (in terms of the war, which was most of what I considered).
After starting college that fall, when I could have been working for Humphrey, I lost interest instead. I did almost nothing politically useful until the very last minute when I wrote my parents urging them to vote for Humphrey. Somehow I was just barely starting to feel his evil might be slightly better than what I was coming to see in the GOP. My letter reached home after Election Day, crossing in the mail with my folks' card to me: After voting for Nixon they felt more represented in the White House than anytime they could remember! The biggest reason, they said, was his promise to end the war.
I learned lots about electoral politics that year, including the lesson I am applying at this moment: Campaign for who and what I truly want as long as I can; after that, support the next best I can get. Later I learned there would be more elections and more chances. And I learned I could make a difference year in and year out.
Hey, thanks for the memories!
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