Posted on 03/02/2014 4:01:10 PM PST by jfd1776
Join our young campaign volunteer as he learns about the latest cause célèbre of the hard Left: the restoration of voting rights for felons...
Pavel Syerov Jr. had been away at college, so he hadnt stopped by the 51st Ward Party Headquarters in quite awhile. But he was home for the weekend, doing errands for his folks, when he found himself driving past Headquarters, and noticed that he had time to kill. He had a daunting essay to write for his Comparative Political Science class the next week, and writers block had hit; perhaps stopping by to see Pockets and The Boss might give him some ideas?
So he parked, covered up his purchases with a spare jacket and blanket that the family kept in the car for this very purpose (this is the Big City, after all; no need to tempt fate), locked the car, and walked over to the familiar mid-block storefront.
Just as he approached, he saw three unusual-looking characters departing. Not to say that he hadnt seen unusual characters at Headquarters before, of course; back in high school when he volunteered there regularly, he saw all sorts of things, and all sorts of people. But these guys looked particularly rough, so, his curiosity surpassing his revulsion, Pavel walked on in, after first stopping at the liquor store to buy a bag of pretzels and a six-pack of Guinness. After such a long absence, some small tribute would be expected.
Nothing had changed since the last time he was there - the yard signs and bumper stickers taped to the glass, mostly filling the window (mostly the same names, for the same offices, as the Machine had kept it for decades), so that those inside could easily see out through the gaps, but making it difficult for an outsider to see inside.
To the right, behind the window, the big collating table, where there was usually a gathering of the old ladies of the neighborhood, mothers or wives of patronage jobholders, volunteering by collating literature, running the envelope printer, stuffing envelopes. Theyd organize the bundles for the precinct captains to distribute door to door, organize the mailings in the third-class bundling process, rubber-stamp the headquarters info on literature that had been printed without it: Courtesy of the 51st Ward Party Headquarters, Bill Marcy, Committeeman.
Behind that, the row of shelving units, full of various literature stacks and campaign button boxes, new and old, and the coffee machine for the old ladies. Behind the shelving units was another table, and more chairs, and more stacks of printing, and more boxes. And a refrigerator that held the soda for the old ladies, the mixers for the Boss guests mixed drinks, and of course, a good supply of beer for Pockets and the precinct captains.
To the left when you entered headquarters, that too was as it had always been. First, the cluttered array of old-fashioned desk, modern computers (a tablet too, next to the desktop CPU? That was new), and stacks of papers and booklets and printouts and notebooks, some of them clearly decades old. This little corner of the world looked like a mess, but its owner knew every scrap of paper in every cubbyhole. This was the office of the legendary old Deputy Committeeman of the 51st Ward, the Boss right hand man, his real name long forgotten, known simply as Pockets to one and all.
But the corner was unoccupied, though it looked recently in use, so he put two and two together and figured Pockets must be in conference with the Boss, in the next office, the opulent soundproofed, bug-proof room that took up the lions share of the left side of the place. The door had a one-way window so the Committeeman could see out, but prospective visitors couldnt see in and an intercom so that the Boss could tell you to come in, or to cool your heels by helping out at the collating table until he had a minute for you.
In the old days, this parade of patronage jobseekers was a major source of activity and volunteering at Headquarters, but not anymore. The unending recession that began in 2007 had left the city with one of the nations highest unemployment numbers for seven years now; even the doctoring of such statistics thats now common practice couldnt hide the truth in this city. So the Boss had let it be known that there are no more city, county, or state jobs to be had. There were, of course, but he had better control of who he passed them out to, this way he could make sure that jobs only went to allies, or the vassals of allies. The Boss, as they say, didnt want nobody nobody sent.
Pavel walked up to the window, tapped once on the dark glass, waived, and held up the sixpack for the Boss to see. He heard the familiar click, and let himself in.
Sure enough, Pockets was in there with the Boss, most likely discussing the thuggish characters that Pavel had witnessed departing a moment before. Pockets brightened right up on seeing his face, and said Guinness? For me? Good to see ya, Paully! Welcome home!
Pavel started to blanch at the prospect that he had could ever have thought of this den of iniquity as home, but caught himself and kept his game face on, as the Boss spoke.
Good to see you, Pavel. Back for spring break? We have a lot of precincts to walk this week; well keep you busy!
No, Boss, sorry, mores the pity, replied Pavel. Im just in for the weekend. Had a funeral to attend yesterday, a neighbor, so Im going back to college in a few hours. But I was in the neighborhood, and thought Id say hello, if you had a minute?
Pavel had a more cordial relationship with the old pols than the average volunteer or supplicant, because he had spent so much time at Headquarters at Pockets side when he was in high school, helping with mailings and learning the trade from the best. When Pavel arrived that first day, he thought the only kind of vote fraud was the occasional illegally-registered tombstone, but he soon learned to his horror that the Democrats had invented more ways to steal elections than any good government minded voter would think possible. He kept coming back to help, despite his growing disapproval, for the educational value of the visits but it got harder and harder to keep up the act that he had drunk the kool-aid like everybody else in the building. He was glad to go away for college so hed have an excuse for leaving without burning such a potentially valuable bridge; he was majoring in Chemical Engineering, but minoring in Political Science and American History. This very quarter, in fact, he was studying the Tammany Hall gang in 19th century New York
Pockets licked his lips and said Wed be poor friends indeed, Paully, if we couldnt take a minute to share a fine Irish brew with an old friend, eh Boss?
The Boss just nodded and smiled, and said I could use a drink myself, after that. Is it cold? Pavel handed them each a bottle and sat down, opening the bag of pretzels.
Honey Wheat Braids! exclaimed Pockets. You never forget. Thank ya kindly, Paully! he added, shoveling a couple pretzel sticks into his mouth and greedily opening the bottle.
Seeing his chance, Pavel asked So whats gotten you guys so thirsty? Those tough characters I saw leaving as I walked in? Whats up?
The Boss started to straighten up, then relaxed. Ah, I guess we can talk about it. Theres no secret, now that Eric Holders made it a big public push. The Boss took a swig, and continued. Are you familiar at all with the issue of the felon vote?
Pavel answered Sure. Some states allow felons to vote after theyve done their time, and others ban felons from voting for life, once theyre convicted of a felony. The Attorney General is leading a new election-year push to eliminate the ban nationally, right?
Exactly, Pavel, said the Boss, nodding his head. Once a guy has served his time, the theory goes, he should be able to get all his rights back, and become a full member of society again. Its not fair to say, well strip you of your freedom for just twenty years, but your voting rights for life. And as you know, Pavel, our party believes in fairness.
As Pavel nodded supportively, Pockets wiped his mouth on his sleeve and chuckled. An itd be good for millions a votes, too, right Boss?
Well, yeah, Pockets, that too, nodded the Boss, smiling. It would be good for millions of votes.
But stammered Pavel, how can you be so sure? Wouldnt it be a mix?
The Boss had just started a pretzel, so he pointed to Pockets to field that one. Pockets took a swig to clear his mouth, and answered.
Nah, Paully, its not much of a mix. Dah felon population is mostly our kinda voter, almost entirely. Not to say dere aint a few Republicans in dere too, maybe a few embezzlers or drunk driving types. But not dat many. Pockets took another quick gulp, and continued. If people wanna go around startin fights, robbin stores, dealin drugs, runnin gangs dee odds are pretty good dat were talkin about our kinda voters. It aint even close.
Pavel nodded, understanding the point. It made sense. But how can Eric Holder have anything to do with it? I mean, I see why he wants it changed, but arent election rights totally the province of the states? How can the federal government dictate on this?
The Boss fielded this one. Well, theres two ways, son. One is the bully pulpit. AG Holder thinks of himself as the nations main advocate for fairness under the law, so hes trying to push for Democrat candidates, especially Senate incumbents because of the statewide coverage they get, to advocate for it in the US Senate and in the press
And without skipping a beat, Pockets added And dee udder way is dat hes pushin state AGs and local law enforcement to take dah position dat deres no obligation to enforce a discriminatory law and dis ones discriminatory!
Pavel s head turned back and forth as he looked expectantly at each of them, and said But its NOT discriminatory! I mean, not under the Constitution, right? You cant deny the vote on the basis of color or gender, but the Constitution doesnt say anything about denying voting rights on the basis of people being convicted criminals! Does it???
Pockets smiled proudly and directed his next line to the Boss. See! Told ya dis ones a good student. Gonna be an alderman someday, you mark my words!
The Boss smiled, and returned to the subject. Youve been at college too long. What did we teach you about the Constitution?
Pavel thought back for a moment, then remembered. What it SAYS in the Constitution isnt what matters. What matters is what we SAY it says. Right?
Exactly, Pavel, said the Boss, proudly. If we can get people to believe that its unconstitutional to deny the franchise to ex-felons, then well have millions more votes every election, even before we actually change the real law!
And added Pockets, between swigs, THATS the beauty of controlling public opinion!
Pockets raised his beer in a toast, and the Boss joined followed suit. Pavel, having no drink of his own, raised his pretzel stick in support, and took a bite as they took a gulp.
Pavel smiled and said his thanks, then said Id better be on my way now. A couple quick errands before I get home, and then Im on my way back to college tonight.
Dont be a stranger, Paully! said Pockets.
See you in the summer, son, added the Boss. We have a lot of work to do gonna be a tough election this year. As Pavel walked away, he heard Pockets shout after him And at least SOME of dah votes gotta be real!
When Pavel got home from his errands, he sat down to discuss the visit with his parents.
For once, I left headquarters actually thinking they had a point. You know, these felons have served their time; theyve paid their debt to society as they say maybe we SHOULD reinstate their voting rights.
Mr. and Mrs Syerov exchanged a glance, and sat down at the kitchen table with their eldest son.
Yes indeed, it does seem to make sense, doesnt it? said his dad. But the logic is flawed. Remember, voting rights arent the only rights that you lose for good after your sentence is up. Theres plenty of precedent for losing other rights as well, permanently, regardless of the sentence, depending on the crime.
His mom joined in. Exactly. Too many drunk driving convictions, and you lose your drivers license for good, even after youve paid off your tickets.
His dad volunteered Molest kids, and you can be banned from a host of jobs for life, from teaching to clergy to working in stores that kids would frequent, like toy stores and childrens clothing stores. You cant even live within a block of a school, even if its the only apartment you can afford.
And think of the professions, his mom added. Embezzle from a client, and you may only go to jail for a few years, but you use your law license or CPA for decades, or even for life.
Import/export privileges too, his dad said. If you get caught selling arms to terrorists, or facilitating some international criminal enterprise through money-laundering or violate the FCPA by bribing a foreign government official, you may only get a couple years in jail, and pay a fine but you can be stripped of your export privileges for life.
So you see, his mom explained, the claim that its unfair to continue one penalty, like denial of voting rights, after the main penalty, like fines or incarceration, are done with, is completely disingenuous. There are a thousand precedents for staggering or compounding the punishments for a crime, depending on what the crime is, and what continued risks the perpetrator will pose to society when he is eventually released.
Pavel sat back for a moment to let all this soak in, and then he got up to get them all an orange juice, since they were still seated together hed bought cherry and strawberry paczkis while he was out, so he served them and distributed the napkins, then asked his last question.
One idea Ive heard was that you could base it on the crime they were convicted of, and the full sentence they were SUPPOSED to receive. Lets say they were convicted of murder, and given 20 years in jail, but then were paroled after only eight. How about you restore the voting rights after the full twenty years, so that even if the incarceration is abbreviated, the voting restriction stays true? What do you think of that proposal?
His dad smiled, and said A good, thoughtful approach. Philosophically rational. But surely you see the flaw, dont you?
Pavel shook his head.
Maybe youve been in the ivory tower of academia too long, chuckled his mom. What were we talking with Uncle Bob about last Christmas dinner?
Pavels Uncle Bob was in Human Resources at a large manufacturing plant, and at Christmas dinner, he had complained about how you never can tell from an ex-cons resume what they really did. He wanted to give people a second chance, but not ALL people. Minor offenses, sure. But there are some people you just dont want to bring into your company, especially since it means youre choosing them over other candidates who would be better choices.
Out loud, Pavel replied Yeah, I remember now. He said that prosecutors are so overloaded, they dont have the resources to spend on difficult prosecutions, so they let the perpetrators plea bargain down to lesser offenses that are easier to win convictions on.
Exactly, son, said his mom. So a person might be guilty of armed robbery at a bank and shooting two guards, which should merit life in prison, but he could plead down to just the robbery and lesser weapons charge and resisting arrest, so that its a certain conviction. The sentencing will be far less than it ought to be, but the prosecutor is happy because at least this lets him move on to the rest of his caseload.
Now his dad joined this argument. So for that example, son, if he were convicted of his actual crime, he might be in jail for life, never getting the franchise back but under the scheme you just proposed, hed be able to vote in a few years not because its really fair to do so, but because the intended remedy failed to take into account the reality of our warped criminal justice system.
Pavel shook his head. So theres really no way to make it fair. I see your point, but its depressing. There HAVE to be ex-felons out there who deserve to have their voting rights restored, but youre right, the proposals floated dont take reality into account.
His dad started clearing away the empty plates. Yup. As long as were convicting people of crimes that are far milder than what the felons actually did, it wouldnt be intellectually honest to water down the votes of law abiding citizens by further infecting the electorate with known lawbreakers. There are some rights that you give up by bad choices in life. The right to vote SHOULD be one of them Good paczkis, by the way, Pavel. Thats a great bakery!
And as for the good, decent, truly reformed people among that ex-felon pool, added his mom, you do know theres still something they can do, even if they cant vote, right?
What do you mean?
Well, what did your brother Nico do the summer he was 16?
Pavel thought for a moment, then saw the light. He volunteered all summer with that campaign in Wisconsin when he stayed with our cousins in Milwaukee. He walked precincts, answered phones, collated literature didnt he also come up with one of their bumper stickers for them?
Exactly, she replied. He was too young to vote, so he did other things that he could legally do, to help a good candidate get elected. He had infinitely more of an impact in that election as a volunteer than he could ever have had as just a voter on election day. He probably won his candidate a couple of hundred votes, through all his hard work. Thats a lot bigger deal than just having the vote. He didnt complain that it was unfair that he couldnt vote at 16; he just found some other way to make a difference.
Pavel was convinced. Good point, Mom. I guess thats where Ill come down on the issue too. You folks make sense. Felons have surrendered their right to vote for good, at least, as long as the criminal justice system is as warped and inscrutable as it is today. Maybe someday we can find a way to draw lines of demarcation, but not now. For the few who were truly innocent, or have truly reformed, its a pity, but they can make a contribution in other valuable ways if they really want to.
Mr. and Mrs. Syerov smiled, and raised their orange juices in a toast. A good day, and a good lesson, eh son?
Yes indeed. Thanks! And best of all now I know what Im going to write about for my Poli Sci class this week!
Copyright 2014 John F. Di Leo
John F. Di Leo is a Chicago-based international trade compliance trainer. A former precinct captain, campaign manager, and Milwaukee County Republican Party Chairman, he has now been a recovering politician for over sixteen years.
This is a work of fiction. The Syerov family, Pockets, and the Boss are fictional characters, and no similarity to actual living persons, living or dead, is intended or implied. Americas vote fraud epidemic, and the political corruption regularly outlined in this series, is however all too real.
To locate other installments in this series, just type "Little Pavel" and "Illinois Review" into your search engine of choice.
Permission is hereby granted to forward freely, provided it is uncut and the byline and IR URL are included. Follow John F. Di Leo on Facebook or LinkedIn, or on Twitter at @johnfdileo.
Why does he write about himself in the third-person?
That is an indicator or serious mental issues.
Kind of like trolling the blog forum and attacking something that isn't there? The guy posted the whole blog so you had to think up something to whine about, didn't you?
That's standard practice for putting your personal information in a footnote at the bottom of an article, or on the back of a book you wrote, etc.
Did Bob Dole have serious mental issues?
No, I've a history of pointing out the arrogance of persons who do so.
Do you write about yourself in the third person?
It’s fiction. What makes you think it’s about the author?
Trolling and forums notwithstanding, some mook writing about himself IS there, demonstrably.
Wait, is that in reference to posting the whole blog or writing in the third person?
Either and both.
That a problem?
Well, if you are pointing out the arrogance of someone posting their whole blog it kind of flies in the face of all the blog posts where you ranted at them for NOT doing so.
I’m not limited to a single point of criticism.
Ah yes the Chicago Way has many folks who use it
It's actually pretty much all you have to offer.
Thanks, nice article.
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Once Dear Leader enacts shariaa, we wont have to worry about such things. No one will have rights.
Thnaks!
My pinglist isn’t available on my mobile debice.
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