It began with caucus day, which began, for me, with a black suit, white shirt, green and blue striped tie, blue links to match the tie, and some black shoes I had resoled and polished before leaving Baltimore. It's as good as I can look. So what's the occasion? Well, it was out of respect. On my final day in Waterloo, election day, it was for the Senator, for the hundreds of Iowans I had talked to and had been willing to talk to me, most by phone, but some at their front door and in their living rooms. It was for Josh and Eric, who led us all, and were unbelievably good. The night before, they too said they were wearing suits, and did. What I found was Presidents and presidential campaigns create their own reverence, and you just respond to it. The suit was my response.
I think there were 14 of us as election day neared - Josh, Eric and 12 volunteers. The day before election day, several of us were told we would be functioning as precinct captains for Joe Biden. Caucuses have a vote-negotiation component primaries don't have, and precinct captains do the negotiating. So why would anyone's vote be up for negotiation? The reason is because the ultimate goal of Caucus Night is to win delegates. And since there are way more voters than delegates, and since the conversion from votes to delegates is a step function (in other words, you need X votes for 1 delegate, k more for the second, j more for the third, and so on), there is the opportunity to negotiate for votes along the lines of, "Hey, you (Hillary) have two delegates already, but need j more for the third, and you only have j-4. Give us your j-4 so that our guy Biden can be viable; otherwise, we're going to move as a block over to Obama." You're thinking, "Math was not my best subject." It's easy, because at Caucus there's always a Caucus Chairperson who tells you what X is, and k, j and any other number. They do the math and tell you after each round of "negotiation", that is, voting.
It's why signing-in for your precinct (your precinct is based on your address) is mandatory to participating. When sign-in is completed, the Caucus Chair takes a head count. If a precinct's head count doesn't match the sign-in total, then the Chair needs to ask whether everyone signed in or otherwise account for the discrepancy. The bottom line is the two numbers have to match, and the Chair won't let voting start until they do. Once the precinct total is determined, the Caucus Chair computes "X". This is the viability number, that is, the number of votes needed for a given candidate to receive 1 delegate. This is a rounded number representing typically 15% of the total. For my precinct, this number was 20. The preliminary count I took of our Biden group was 10. So Biden was "not viable."
These caucus locations are just giant rooms - at schools, at community centers, wherever there is a large enough room to accommodate a precinct. Or two or three. My caucus was in an elementary school gymnasium (which doubled as lunch room) where initially they (the Iowa Democratic party, I assume) found it suitable to accommodate no less than 4 different precincts. That wasn't happenin', ultimately. More on that later. But the venue, typically, is a big room and lots of Iowans, sitting, many standing for long periods of time, including many elderly people. It's something to watch. We eastern primary voters would never stand (quite literally) for it. There would be tempers. There would be irritation. Honestly, there might be fainting, because it got warm as the room filled. But none of that happened. None of it. Iowans seem genetically predisposed to it all. It's a chaos they deal with - calmly and cooperatively. The line at the sign-in table was 4 people wide and extending out the exit doors, into the hallway, and out into the parking lot, and yet all seats in the gymnasium were long since taken. People and still more people coming. Old people, some on crutches, in wheelchairs, but, mostly, just way, way too many. Where was everyone going to go? They would never fit. But those in line and those already in the gym just continued on. Many folks waited silently. Others talked quietly, at least by east coast standards. It aggregated into a murmur not at all loud for so many. I took it all in like one of those 360-degree camera angles, my thoughts alternating between being impressed and thinking "Ah, this would never work back home."
I got there early, when the gym was relatively empty. I got my first hint what I was in for when several folks walked in carrying sandwich trays, and mega-packs of bottled water. You bring the food stuffs when you know you are in the for the long haul. I thought the provisions were a bit of overkill. An hour and a half later and the sign-ins not yet done, I thought otherwise. By then, it seemed almost obvious. It was my job to look out for the Biden voters. "Water, why the hell didn't I bring water?"
As captain of the Biden caucus, I (and other captains) had gotten there early and put signs on the wall so that supporters would know where to generally congregate. There was more to do, though. The local newspaper indicated that 4 different precincts would be caucusing in that same elementary school gym. The gym was full of cafeteria tables (on wheels, fortunately). One local guy (Biden guy for a different precinct) who got there about when I did started moving the tables in a configuration which basically turned the gymnasium into a quad. He looked like he knew what he was doing, and, after all, with 4 precincts using the same room, we needed some way to segregate everyone. So I helped him. And when we were finished, we took wide black tape and taped the precinct number each quad represented on the wall by that quad. I taped up my Biden signs after that, and then there was nothing to do but wait. Like I mentioned, and hour and a half later, we were all still waiting.
I fairly stood out in that gym. One reason was the early arrivers watched me along with that other guy reconfigure the whole gym. More voters arrived as we taped up the precinct numbers in black tape, more still as I sought a good high place to tape up my Biden signs. But more than that, much more than that, I was the only guy wearing a suit. As numbers in the gym continued to swell, and seating continued to diminish (I started with the assumption that caucus locations provide ample seating for voters; the turnout this year was up over 100%, but still, I didn't understand till later how accustomed Iowans are to standing on Caucus Night), I got more concerned. I asked several people, "Is this normal?..this many people in this gym?" And the reaction was pretty much the same, a shrug and a statement like, "No, I don't recall there being this many people" but where the statement conveyed no real worry or concern.
But standing the whole time, having organized the room, pacing around, talking to various different Iowans in attendance, plus the suit, gave me the unintended look of someone in charge, and soon multiple people had asked me that very question. One wanted to point out that 7pm was nearing (when sign-ins are supposed to be completed and caucusing is supposed to begin). Multiple people asked me if I could tell them their precinct. I said, "It's based on your address." The guy said, "541 3rd Street SE". Walked right into that. I told them they needed to look it up in one of the blue books, and then walked them over to where they were. One guy said, "Son" and motioned me over to his table just to say, "Now you're dressed far too nicely for this occasion. Who are you with? Biden, huh?" noticing the lapel sticker. "Well, I like Joe. I like him a lot. But he obviously attracts a much dressier crowd." He had his table laughing and they were having a good time. Frankly, I was happy the suit was providing some entertainment amid all the waiting.
The room was filling up more and more, like that movie "Drowning Pool" but with bodies, and I seemingly the only one actually afraid of drowning. I sensed surprise, but not concern, and couldn't reconcile the two things. I was also getting thirsty. I knew if I was, several of the older members in our little Biden corner were likely also. I went several tables over to the Obama section, where all the water and sandwich trays were. It looked like those who had brought them had already well delved into them, and there was still plenty of water. Someone walked in front of me, grabbed a couple bottles from the pack, and turned to walk back. I asked him "Do you suppose that water is for general consumption at this point? I'm with Biden." "I don't know, I'm with Hillary," he said with a grin. Question answered. I grabbed four bottles and took them over to my Biden folks. There were only three takers, leaving one bottle. A non-Biden guy sitting across and further down the table made eye contact with me. I pointed to the bottle, and he nodded. I asked one of the Biden folks, "Pass this down to the gentlemen over there in the green jacket." I was beginning to see how the whole caucus thing works, why it works at all, because everyone, within precincts, across precincts, for Biden, for Hillary, for whomever, shares, cooperates and makes it happen. It's the coolest damn thing.
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