Read on TwitterMy husband and I requested, received (by sheer luck, it seems, based on others’ accounts), and mailed in our absentee ballots just under two weeks ago. At the time, we felt a little silly: like we were exercising an undue abundance of caution.
Part of the absentee voting process, thanks to our state’s already-prohibitive voter ID law, involved photographing our driver’s licenses with our phones and uploading the image to the ballot-request site.
My mother, a medically fragile senior, told us this step was so confusing — and she was so worried it might be “a scam” — that she was considering breaking quarantine to vote in-person.
(We were eventually able to walk her through it with a heroic dose of patience and a dozen step-by-step screen caps. So, hooray for my mom’s continued safety)
Meanwhile, in highly-impacted Milwaukee (I live much farther north, closer to the Twin Cities metro), many of my friends, acquaintances, and colleagues are especially vulnerable due to racial health inequities, because they work with or are PLWH, or all three.
Several posted on social media that they WILL be voting in-person today, and encourage others to do the same, flouting transparent attempts at (more) disenfranchisement. It’s a life-risking devil’s bargain. Of which they are well aware. My heart breaks for them.
Oh, and there’s also a dangerous ballot measure for a constitutional amendment, masquerading as a “victims’ rights” provision, that will probably pass because: fatal vagueness and 
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So. Good morning.
So. Good morning.
