My first memory of being a "Democrat." And, no, I'm not ashamed.

[Mike 03]

As some of you know, my father has terminal cancer, so this past year has been a time for reflection, remembering and appreciating him and my mother as well. They are true liberals, and I am so proud of them. My mother opposed racism before it was fashionable, and I sat on my father's shoulders as he walked me across a bridge after MLK was killed.

My earliest memory of being conscripted into Democratic duty must have been when George McGovern was running for president. I wish I could remember the exact month. I was really, really young, but I'm assuming it must have been 1972?

My dad had assigned me to put McGovern literature on the windshields of cars in New Jersey, and a police office came by, rounded us up and warned us. We were warned we would be arrested if we didn't stop, and I remember vaguely, for a fleeting moment, fearing that we actually might all be arrested.

We were not, but that is how I remember my parents: Fighting for the underdog.

1972?

[pnwmom]

1. Yes, 1972. That was the first campaign I was actively involved in, too.

It killed me to see Nixon's electoral landslide.

[walkaway]

2. I was 5yrs old and got down on my knees and begged...

My parents to vote for Kennedy. One of them did. This year the other one finally voted for Obama.

[Libertyfirst]

3. The police threaten me when I nailed up posters for Harry Truman to telephone posts. But

they left and I kept on going. Still call myself a Truman Democrat.

Damn, I'm old.

[Libertyfirst]

4. The police threaten me when I nailed up posters for Harry Truman to telephone posts. But

they left and I kept on going. Still call myself a Truman Democrat.

Damn, I'm old.