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Illinois Review: Little Pavel Goes to the Back of the Bus

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Illinois Review: Little Pavel Has A Senior Moment

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Illinois Review: Little Pavel Takes a Break

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Illinois Review: Little Pavel Takes a Break

Illinois Review: Little Pavel Has a Bratwurst

By John F. Di Leo   on 7/14/10

Join us today, as our young campaign volunteer learns how votes are stolen in Wisconsin.
“Hello, Pockets!” shouted an exuberant Pavel Syerov Jr. (Paul to his friends), as he bounded into 51st ward headquarters after school.  “Got anything new today, or same as usual?”
Pockets, the longtime deputy committeeman and day-to-day office manager, chuckled at has favorite volunteer’s lively arrival.  “Wish we had some precincts to walk, to use up some of that energy, son.  But no, just a mailing to collate.  Pull up a seat, Paully, and gimme a hand, eh?”
Pavel stopped at the refrigerator and brought back a diet cola for himself and a beer for the old man, and took his spot on the opposite side of the collating table, then sat down to work on the week’s mailing.

“So how’s it going with your new girlfriend, Paully?  Taking her out again this weekend?  Another show?”
“Fraid not, Pockets.  She’s going up to Wisconsin with her folks this weekend.  Guess I may as well hang out here as long as you have something for me to do.”
“Wisconsin, eh?”  Pockets took a long draw off his beer.  “Big election in Wisconsin today.  Late primary.  Crazy-late.  Total incumbency-protection-plan late.  Have we ever talked about Wisconsin?”
“Not specifically, Pockets.”  Pavel could see a lesson ahead, so he opened up a bag of honey wheat braid pretzels and restocked Pockets’ snack bowl.  “I wouldn’t think there was much to tell about Wisconsin.  Fighting Bob LaFollette, all those good government rules – campaign finance limits, old Senator Proxmire’s famous dirt-cheap campaigns – squeaky clean, right?”
At this, Pockets nearly fell off his seat laughing.  “Dunno where ya got your information, son, but it’s dated!  The LaFollettes were a century ago, and Proxmire over a generation ago.  Wisconsin’s wide open for us, Paully, wide open.”
Pavel opened up the notebook he kept in his head, and asked the old pro to tell him all about it.
Well, it all starts with registration.  In Wisconsin, they want to make it easy for everyone to vote, so they allow onsite registration.  There’s no deadline; you can just show up at the polls ready to vote, not on the list, give ‘em your name and address, and they sign you up right there and then, and hand you a ballot!”
“How does that help us, Pockets?” asked the boy.  “I’m sure both Republicans and Democrats alike use this feature, right?”
“Not really, son.  Republicans tend to be more organized than our folks; they register to vote well in advance of the deadline.  We have a lot more Democrat voters who forget about it until the last minute, so it’s really just in there for our side.”
“Okay, so that’s still not anything sneaky, just us doing what the law was set out to do – enabling everybody to vote who’s entitled.  I suppose they show a driver’s license, or a utility bill, or something like that, to prove who they are and where they live, right?”
Pockets smiled and had another swig of beer.  “Nope!  They don’t hafta show anything at all in Wisconsin.  All they really need is a friend or neighbor who lives in the same city to vouch for them.  So for example, what we’ve done in the past is, we’ll get some pros sent in from Washington or New York to help us out on an election, and they walk in with our regulars on election day.  The regulars say ‘yup, he’s my roommate’ or ‘yup, he lives across the hall from me,’ and the judges hafta let ‘em vote!  What a system, huh?”  read the whole story


Illinois Review: Little Pavel Has a Bratwurst

Illinois Review: Little Pavel Helps Out

By John F. Di Leo  on 7/11/10

At 10:00am Monday, a new face knocked on the door at party headquarters.  A pleasant face, young, male, and clean-shaven, maybe about 16 or 17.  You always welcome new volunteers, of course, but you don’t necessarily like them to just show up, unannounced and unintroduced, when they’re this young.  You like… references.  A lot goes on at party headquarters – a lot of private conversations, a lot of secret dealings.  You don’t want spies in the place.
So it was, understandably, with a bit less than total exuberance that the committeeman, Bill Marcy, sent his associate, Pockets, to get the door and welcome in the new kid.
“What kin we do for ya?” asked Pockets, as cheerfully as he could fake.
“I’m here to help out.  My parents said I was old enough to make myself useful to the party.  Stuff fundraising letters, address envelopes, fold and collate… whatever you need!”

“Do we, uh, know your parents?” Bill asked.
“Probably,” replied the lad.  “I’m Paul Syerov.  Pavel, actually, after my dad, but I just go by Paul.  My folks are Pavel and Sonia Syerov.”
Pockets whispered to his Boss, “I remember them… big in one of the local unions… they were both shop stewards, I think.” 
Bill Marcy brightened as it clicked.  “Then we can trust him.  All is well, Pockets, all is well.”  To the boy he asked “So whaddaya wanna do today?  We got precincts to walk, if you’re up to a little exercise.”
“Sure, if it’s close enough that I won’t get lost.” 
“Don’t worry, son, we’ve got maps, marked pollsheets, everything we need.  We know every resident, who’s registered and who’s not, and why… we know who votes early and who votes late…. And we need to know even more. That’s the current project.”
Little Pavel was confused.  “I figured you’d just have me do stuff envelopes in the office when I was starting out.  You’ll trust me to walk precincts?  You don’t even know me!”
“Don’t need to.  You’re a son of Pavel and Sonia Syerov?  You may as well be the offspring of George Meany and Gloria Steinem.  You come from good stock, son.  We trust you.”
Pockets approached, carrying a bag of brochures (with the catchy headline “Raising Taxes and Raising Hopes”) along with a hefty clipboard.  “Go to every door, noting the exact time and day of the week you hit that door.  Hand them this brochure, and ask them a few questions.  Easy.  It’s all on your script here.  And just mark the answers in this checklist… see, there’s one checklist for every resident.”
“So much for saving trees, huh?” chuckled Pavel.
“Look here,” grumbled the boss, “if we could afford to pass out laptops or iPads to our volunteers to save trees like the rich Republicans can, we would.  But we’re the people’s party; we don’t have that kinda money.  It’s just old-fashioned, tried-and-true questionnaires for us.  It’s worked for a hundred years; there’s nothing wrong with it.”
Pavel grinned.  “Hey, I was just kidding.  I love paper.  It keeps Wisconsin paper mills in business.”  Almost forgetting himself, he quickly added “And they’re union, too, after all!” read the whole piece


Illinois Review: Little Pavel Helps Out