When I cast my first British vote…

May 7, 2010

… was a pair of American jeans, a Celtic sweater, a French bra and – for neutrality – a Swiss watch. I had become a British citizen in the summer, and it was oddly moving, voting in England for the first time. I brought my dog and my friend Nathan brought his dog, and the polling station was the social hall of the local church. No booths, no levers, no chads — just a piece of paper, a counter to lean on and a lead pencil that was attached to the counter with string.

I looked at the X I had drawn on the ballot paper and thought how this small action mattered; it was just like the flap of a butterfly wing that could create a tsunami, but before I could get too worked up about the electoral process and my exalted role within it, I saw that my nail polish was chipped and that my dog was starting to whine. I untied her – she was wearing a rather smart leopard-print halter and matching lead – and we went home.

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4 Responses to “When I cast my first British vote…”

  1. annabel Says:

    very nice drawing & glad you got Nathan to vote!

  2. yasmina keynes Says:

    lovely simple thing you wrote – fat lot of good the voting did though… xxx

  3. Charlotte Says:

    I knew I liked your writing, but I also love your illustrations Michelle – what a talent! Cxx

  4. Joshua Says:

    My son opinioned that his vote was meaningless.

    I then had an apoplectic fit, frothed at the mouth, and showed him graphically that he should never allow the voting to be just left to dangerous old men like me. . . .

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