Tom Namako’s piece from the Philly City Paper is a great read. His experience mirrors my own in dealing with the Pittsburgh Clinton campaign office — the missed phone calls, the locked doors, and the stagecraft. It just perpetuates the dissonance problem that Clinton’s image faces and strikes me as dismissive and condescending.
My first task as a Hillary Clinton volunteer was to get past the campaign’s dead-bolted front door. I began with a hearty knock, the kind you hear when a political canvasser is on your stoop. No answer. I dropped to two knees and peered into the space between the door and the thin rug. No lights. I put my ear to the door, and dialed the general number. Ring. Ring. Ring. “Hi, you’ve reached the Philadelphia office of Pennsylvanians for Hillary, our office is located at five two zero, North Delaware Avenue. … “
Mike Newall’s piece also mirrors my experience with the Obama Pittsburgh campaign office — often young and energetic and always hustling uphill for votes.
I figured the place would be busy, but it’s a Monday morning in early March, six full weeks before the primary, and there must be a hundred people here. The line at the volunteer registration table is 10 deep. … We’ve had such a rush on registration that we can’t keep up with demand.
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