Diary

I was 8 years old when I found out I was a Republican

Something lighter this morning…

My first recollection of political awareness was during the 1968 election. I had just turned 8 years old, and was kind of paying attention, without understanding any of the issues. My parents made a point of not discussing politics around the house (to this day I don’t know my parent’s party registration), so I was left to form my own opinions.

My epiphany came walking down the street with my friends in Cumberland, Maryland. One of my friends said “Everyone who wants Humphrey walk on the right side of the street, everyone who wants Wallace walk on the left side”. I watched all my friends divide up onto the sidewalks. Finally, I said “Where do I walk if I want Nixon?”

Everyone looked at me like I was from another planet, and then I was told, “I guess you have to walk in the street”.

I never did understand why I wanted Nixon to win, other than feeling like he was the underdog. No one had anything good to say about him, and that offended me.

Needless to say, I was happy and surprised on election night.

Since I was 8, I have never rooted for the Democrat to win. Of course, over time, my choices became rooted in political philosophy. But the seeds have always been there.

I wonder how many 8 year olds there are out there right now, hoping for McCain to win, just cause he’s not supposed to?