LAS VEGAS—“It’s a very scripted process,” warns Mary Burgar, our caucus captain. “I apologize in advance if it looks like I'm reading from something. It’s because I’m reading from something.”
No complaints. There are nine voting Republicans in this classroom decorated with old newspaper covers for the Durango High School journalism class that usually meets here. The instructions for the presidential caucuses are written on a white board, next to the documents Burgar will read aloud. Three tow-haired boys entertain themselves quietly as their mother takes notes. A 10th Republican walks in right after 9 a.m. and joins us at one of those all-in-one desk-chairs that are uncomfortable when you’re a teen, unbearable when you’ve reached middle age.
“How many voters are in our precinct?” asks Monica Johns, sitting next to her husband, Rick.
“There are 181 voters,” says Burgar. “So, we’ll need to assign four delegates.”
“One hundred and eighty-one!” says Monica. “Why aren’t the neighbors here? We should T.P. their house!”
This is only the second time Nevada has held a caucus at the start of the nominating process. It’s still learning. The local GOP, spooked about fraud, has set up voter ID stations at two points on the high school’s perimeter. Reporters have been issued oversized PRESS badges that theoretically allow them access to the caucus sites. It apparently wasn’t enough for Ashley Powers, a Los Angeles Times reporter at a nearby precinct, who was branded a “spy” and chased out of the room like some Boris Karloff villain who’d frightened the villagers.
But the voters of precinct 6729 are too nice for that. Burgar asks who wants to serve as a state Republican delegate, warning that it means a six-times-a-year meeting and a $40 fee. “It says it costs more after this date,” she reads, “but it doesn’t say how much.” Four voters quickly volunteer. All four are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and all of them support Mitt Romney.
“Is that fair?” asks Monica Johns after she volunteers. “Should someone who doesn’t support Romney get to be a delegate?”
“I can’t,” says April Withers, the mother of the three distracted boys. She’s going to support Ron Paul. “My husband works in North Dakota. I don’t know where I’ll be when the convention happens.”
It turns out that only the Romney supporters have time to serve as delegates. The caucus meeting continues. Everyone is offered time to argue why a thinking American must support So-and-So for president. Ron Paul’s voters go first.
“I was thinking about going for Gingrich,” explains Al Becker Jr., who keeps his sunglasses on as he talks. “I was thinking, maybe, Ron Paul’s austerity agenda was too harsh for the times. But then I talked to a young person, and he said he supported Paul because we needed to sacrifice now and he was ready to sacrifice. So, Ron Paul. That’s all from me.”
April Withers balances one of her sons on her knee. “I feel like Ron Paul’s the only one who promises a future for my children,” she says.
“Being told who’s gonna win, or who’s the only choice, doesn’t influence me,” says Joseph Gray. “I’m going to vote for Santorum.”
“He seems to be a godly man,” says another Santorum supporter.
“I don’t think President Obama can be elected dog-catcher anyway,” says Gray.
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