The 16th and 17th of April were spent at the DCU Center in Worcester in an effort to get Kamal Jain onto the Republican Primary Ballot in September as he will be an amazing State Auditor! Our goal accomplished, I’m going to give a small post mortem of a very surreal two day whirlwind.
Friday midday saw me packing my luggage into a van and taking the drive out to Worcester for the Massachusetts Republican Convention. Once we had dropped off our luggage at the hotel and some supplies at the DCU we were to pick up more supplies from a nearby building. Dropping off the luggage was easy – the people at the Hilton Garden Inn rock! Dropping off supplies at the DCU was not so easy. Arriving at one entrance to pick up credentials to allow us access to all the necessary campaign related areas, we were told to go to another area – that had no one even remotely Convention related in it. After finally locating the people with the credentials they were unconvinced that campaign teams were different than delegates and we almost didn’t get our credentials until 5pm. In retrospect that isn’t as far off from when we were given access to the areas anyway but at the time was a major setback to our carefully planned day.
We donned our credentials and successfully delivered the contents of our van into the DCU Center and headed off to pick up more items. The next few hours were spent loading and unloading vehicles, delivering supplies, hanging signs and running. Yes, I actually ran without anyone but the clock chasing me!
Our goal for the evening was all preparation for the following day done and everyone at the hotel showered and changed for the pre-convention party at 8:00. Some of the more important folks made the party on time – like oh the candidate and his campaign manager – but I was a little late. Did I mention how wonderful the staff at the Hilton Garden Inn were? I’m going to mention it again then. They were wonderful! There was good food and good folks and lots of political chatter which I’m horrible at but I really believe in our candidate so I did my very best not to embarrass him or myself.
After not nearly enough sleep we headed over to the DCU Center for the convention itself. The volunteers spent a couple of hours finishing our preparations and then it was showtime. The keynote speaker was Scott Brown. Then the Candidate for Secretary of the Commonwealth, William Campbell, spoke.
Kamal Jain spoke third and my task here was to advance the slides so the correct slide showed at the correct time with his speech. For those of you who are interested you can read his campaign day speech here.
After both Auditor Candidates gave their speeches the delegates voted. We patiently listened to them approach the podium by county and read off the totals for each candidate. Kamal’s campaign manager dutifully plugged the numbers into her spread sheet and we watched the percentage points work towards the magic number that would trigger a primary vote in September: 15%. The live numbers indicated we had accomplished our goal of getting Kamal onto the ballot. The “Official” totals read a number of minutes later indicated we had not. A lengthy recount followed, which I will not detail here – but understand that I have much sympathy for election officials everywhere - and finally resulted in Kamal Jain earning a spot on the primary ticket.
I would love to have more to speak to regarding the other candidates and the convention in general but while the author of this post saw more of the panini vendor than the podium – I saw more of the recount room than anything else once the Auditor nominations were done. Once the final tallying was finished we had to scurry about and collect the detritus of our campaign lest the DCU center keep our damage deposit. Signs hung carefully the night before had to be removed, delegate gifts left behind needed to be picked up and basically anything we brought with us had to be repacked and taken home or stowed in the proper trash and recycle bins.
When my husband plucked me from Classic Pizza in Bolton, MA after some trouble with the van I began to fill him in on the story of my weekend. Each time I tried to wrap my brain around a cohesive time-line I could not believe I had left our driveway for this Convention Adventure only 33 hours earlier.