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Barack Me Obamadeus

The Nevadalogues: Faces of Meth Melt into Sweet, Sticky, Homies High on Hopeweed

11.17.08 by Ande | Comment? | Digg This

*Aside from being good looking, astute eloquent observers, blog mavens, and magnificent lovers, we are also AGENTS OF CHANGE. We were part of the historic Obama campaign so from time to time we’re going to post pictures and notes that we are astoundingly compelling.

Driving out to the desert and visiting the homes of “real Americans” was an experience that further opened my sometimes stuck in a metropolitan way of thinking mind. These people whose doors we knocked on were poor, but not impoverished.They owned their own homes and from what I could tell, filled them with a single family. Some drove big trucks and had missing teeth and yet regardless of what their appearances led me to wrongly preconceive about them, they were staunch Obama supporters.

The third and last canvassing area of the day was at a long term stay motel. This is where I saw my first real life Faces of Meth. Each apartment we knocked at was sketchier than the next. The entire building reeked of cat pee and cigarettes. There were lots of kids running around. They seemed happy. Some people answered the door drunk. Some of those people were missing teeth. One apartment looked like Dookie’s crib on The Wire. But one apartment made my day. Olivia was a young black girl. Mid twenties. Friendly, perky. She had two small girls under the age of six who were adorable. Olivia couldn’t wait to vote and immediately put the flyer we gave her with Obama’s face announcing her polling location up in her window.

Before this trip, based solely on what they looked like, where they lived, and what kind of monster truck they drove, I would have easily dismissed them as Bush loving rednecks. The fact that these people who seemed so different than me but essentially wanted the same thing, someone to bring hope and change to this country, made me feel all squishy inside. And on election night, as Natasha and I stood beaming in a room full of thousands of Nevada Democrats (er, mostly imported from California), long after Obama’s victory had been called, the TV projected one more state for Barry. Nevada went blue and I burst into tears for what seemed like the 20th time that night.


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