I’ve nearly finished my synopsis, but I need to take a minute to urge everyone to get to the polls Tuesday, especially you 18-21 year olds, because my generation fought hard to get you the vote and I’d really love it if you’d exercise that right.
We hear often about women getting the right to vote in 1920.
And we hear that African Americans were given the right to vote in 1870, although many were kept from voting until 1965, when the Voting Rights Act provided a means to enforce that right.
But maybe some of you don’t realize that the voting age was twenty-one until 1971, when the 26th amendment gave the right to vote to people eighteen and older. See the sticker above the door in the picture? (side note: this was my college boyfriend’s rat trap house. Ugh. What was I thinking??) We were infuriated by the fact that our young men were being drafted left and right, sent to Vietnam to fight–and in some cases, to die–but were not allowed to vote for the politicians who would decide their fate. So we marched and wrote letters and debated our passionate heads off, and in 1971, finally got to vote. Ironically, that was the year I turned twenty-one, but I had great satisfaction in knowing that the generations that followed would be represented at the polls. So get out there, you young people! No matter who you’re voting for, I want you to have your say.