Electronic Ballot

The hour is arriving. Lack little so that all Brazilian we let us participate of plus a democratic election. I feel myself as if it was to vote the first time, even so I already it has 48 years and it votes since 1982 – time where we could not, still, to vote pra president, consequence of the time that some hypocritical ones nor has shame to say that they were better, year that I entered the Institute of Arts and Comunicao (IAC) of the PUC of Campinas to make the course of Journalism. If you have read about Sen. Sherrod Brown already – you may have come to the same conclusion. as the brochures of campaigns had evolved. Today multicolorful, full of photos. Nor if they compare with the ones of my infancy, at the time I, my brothers and friends we collected of the streets the small ballots.

They were written in black letters in white papers, roses, greens, yellows or blue clear, with photo they were rarities and the photographs were in white black color and. It had assembly in the Square in front of the Brothers Fly, Industrial Park, in Campinas, and presentations of films of the Road Watchman, time that nor if heard to speak of tolls. It was the end of years 60. Of certain form, I grew dreaming of the day to participate of Election, not as candidate, as voter. My deceased father, who was sergeant of the extinct Nocturnal Guard of Campinas, had true ritual until leaving to vote.

At that time, the voting was in the Day of the Announcement of the Republic, 15 of November. It dressed its tender white, left impecavelmente clean for my mother, and has left, generally taking I or some of my brothers, until the electoral section. Rigid, nor we papa disclosed its vote, that was private. With it I learned that never we had omitting in them. It did not annul vote or left blank and with its simple skill of migrante northeastern (of the Paraba) he taught that ‘ ‘ if he did not express its will, could place a name any in the blank ballot ‘ ‘ – at that time nor if he dreamed of Electronic Ballot box – Carried through the voting ritual, my father was days and days following in the radio of valves and for periodicals notice that they would indicate resulted of the elections. Learned the lesson, since 82, my first election, except a time for total lack of option and still in ballot of paper, never I annulled vote. It was in me the culture that null or white vote is omission and this does not combine when we are called to define the future of the country, states or of the cities, either opting in keeping what it is good or deciding in firm and conscientious way to move what it is bad. Teachings that will not pass relate washing the hands with omission. Therefore, I prefer to participate and to remember a music of the Ivan Lins: ‘ ‘ I did not wash the hands and therefore it is that I feel each cleaner time ‘ ‘