NORTH CAROLINA: Or, Did you Register to Vote? No? There is Still Hope!

By Don C.  Reed

In a moment,   I have a little story for you.  But  first…

Do  you  live in North  Carolina?  Or know someone who does?

If so, are you  and your friends registered to vote? If not,  I am sure you would like to be—nobody wants to give up power,  which is what a missed vote means.

Every state is different—but even if you missed one deadline (North Carolina’s  register by mail deadline was last  Friday the 11th)  there still may be a way  for you to register and vote.

Just  Google the name of your  state and Secretary of  State,  and it will tell you where to go.

For instance, if you put (Secretary of State,  North   Carolina), it will send you to this  URL:

https://www.ncsbe.gov/registering/how-register/register-person-during-early-voting

Just select that, click on it,  and go there—it will tell you how to do same-day registration!

Check out what you have  to do–  but  do it now,  do not miss your chance!

We  are in the greatest battle   of our  time.  We must  fight with everything we’ve got.

Let me tell you a story, just a little one.

On Friday I  realized  I had missed the deadline to renew my driver’s license on time. Without it, could I vote?  I wasn’t sure*… I went on-line  and tried to renew it, but was told I had to go to the  DMV (Department  of Motor  Vehicles)  office and register in person.

When  I got there (half an hour before it opened) there were already two big lines—one for people who had an appointment, one for those who did not. I went to the back of the line for the “not”s.

Forty-five minutes and they gave me a number. There was an empty chair I instantly occupied. At 79,  I claim the privilege of age. Then the waiting began.

Two hours later, I was about  to give up.  It was time for me to visit my son  Roman, for whom I am caregiver.

Just then my number  came up! I  was given another number, this one on a two-inch  scrap of paper—and  told to go to the back of the office and fill out an application on the computer.

As mentioned, I am 79; such things  are a little scary for me now.

It was a long application, but  the questions  were  easy. At the end of it, there was  another number.  I copied it down,  went to the window mentioned  on the paper scrap—“vision test”, she said, after looking up  my number.

Three  rows of  test numbers, twelve in each row. The numbers were small. But  I had my glasses, and I passed.

“Go to the back of the room, where the cameras are,” I was told.

The camera clicked.

“Here is your  temporary permit, “ said the lady, handing me a piece of white paper with blue lettering; “Keep it with you till the original arrives.”

I folded it carefully, stuck it in my wallet.

“Am I—good to go?”  I asked, fearing more numbers.

“Happy Birthday,”  she said.

I am a writer; words  are what I fight with. When November 5th rolls around, I will still be writing, to the very last, just in case there was one more person I could reach in  time.

Financially?  I can’t help much  there —  the phrase “small dollar  donor”  might have been  invented to describe me.  But  what  I can do,  I will.

And when November 6th arrives, I will join my voice to millions  and say:  “There is  Kamala  Harris: there is our  President.”

Visit Don C. Reed’s website at: https:www.stemcellbattles.net

*Turns out  I could  vote without a driver’s  license,  but needed ID  to register, which  I already was. So things worked out. I was already registered, but also had my updated driver’s license.