Entering a MUNI station in downtown San Francisco, I pass an Obama election swag table.
“Hey white boy!”
“...”
Big smile: “Are you voting for Obama?” He’s over 60, hair and beard sharp white on dark skin, several million mischievous twinkles in each eye.
I smile big in return: “Yes, I am! And what’s my being white have to do with it?”
“Nothing! But we…” hand pointing back and forth between himself and me, “...need more white boys to vote for Obama.” He hands me an Obama ‘08 button. I pin it to the strap of my Monome bag.
“Looks to me like there are plenty already.” I gesture down the line of people of all shapes, sizes, skin tones, genders and ages picking up Obama buttons, stickers and posters from the table. A majority of those present at the moment are Caucasian.
“Yes, but we need EVERYBODY to vote for Obama…. HEY! Asian boy!”
I love San Francisco.