Abstract
It is 7 p.m. on Election Day, and I finally take a break to relax and eat after a long day – or rather many long days – of doing fieldwork. I am out having dinner when I receive a text message from the coordinator of the political campaign that I have been studying. Early results are in, and it is not looking good. They are having an emergency meeting at someone’s house to comfort the candidate and prepare a response. I rush there and find five or six people sitting in the living room, some looking serious, others more relaxed, but all seem exhausted. They are some of the dozens of people who have been working without rest for over six months. They have focused all their energy and time figuring out how to ‘make history’ without believing that they might not get there. Not even close. After sharing how they feel and what they think the next steps should be, they decide to send a message to all the volunteers. It says to meet them at the public park where they began the campaign months ago. It is 9 p.m. when people begin to arrive at the park.