Former Congressman Lincoln Davis was unable to vote on Tuesday because he had been registered to vote in Pickett County without his knowledge and not in his home county of Fentress. Understandably, he's upset. But being upset is no excuse for the bullshit that has come out of his mouth about this.
"If I had moved here from somewhere else recently, maybe I could understand it," said Democrat Davis. "But a former congressman, a former state senator and a civic leader ... and nobody even notified me I'd been taken off the rolls?"
"Now I know how the black man must have felt a hundred years ago," he said in a telephone call to a reporter.
I repeat, "Now I know how the black man must have felt a hundred years ago."
Really, Lincoln Davis? Your voter's registration got switched to the wrong county and now you know how the black man must have felt in 1912? Holy shit. I had no idea that having to cast a provisional ballot was the same as if your wife had been raped and you had no legal recourse. Or if you were one of 64 people lynched in a year and the people who killed you and all their friends and neighbors stood around smiling and taking pictures and souvenirs like it was some grand picnic. Or if you and your family had to flee north in the middle of the night for your own safety. Or if even trying to vote meant someone might try to kill you.
Because, to me, one seems like an annoying inconvenience and the other seems like a national tragedy. I, myself, would not be publicly running around admitting that I couldn't tell the difference.