Saturday afternoon, Susie and I went to a folding and stuffing party. This was not some New Age event combining Yoga and Gluten Free snacks. It was a gathering of local Democratic Party volunteers to prepare a mailing to supporters. The mailing was only a thousand letters and more than a dozen folks showed up to help. We met in a ramshackle house in the town of Pittsboro, 25 miles south of where Susie and I live. Pittsboro, I believe, is the county seat of Chatham County, which faithful readers will recall is one of 100 counties in North Carolina. I would estimate the average age of the folding and stuffing crew as falling on the Golden Age side of 70, including at least one retired medical doctor who lives here at Carolina Meadows and whom I see during my early morning walks.
For Susie and me this was a stroll down Memory Lane, since on countless occasions during the twenty-five year run of my scholarship organization we sat at our dining room table and assembled fund-raising mailings of 1000 or more.
So there we sat, some of us stuffing, some of us sealing [with glue sticks, no licking], and some of us putting on the stamps. The whole job took the assembled volunteers less than two hours at a leisurely pace, after which I took Susie out to dinner.
And that is what politics looks like at ground level. Oscar Wilde famously observed that Socialism would never work. “Too many meetings.” But neither will democracy, unless we all put down our Op Ed pens and pitch in.