I had the pleasure last week of attending my first Town Meeting here on Nantucket. For those unfamiliar with the Massachusetts governing process, this “town meeting” is the real deal – not simply a gathering of local residents to hear a speech or debate. This is the tried and true annual local governing meeting “of the people, by the people and for the people.” Let me categorically say up front that I have never been so proud to be an American, or a Nantucket resident. Gathered together with friends and neighbors, colleagues and strangers to cast our votes for the issues that will shape and impact our community, I was honored to call this island home.
Regardless of how one feels about the outcome of the votes on the many articles brought before the town – it is in fact the process itself that is so impressive. First of all, as a new Nantucket resident with Iowa roots, this was a fascinating experience. I felt as though I had climbed inside my history book and pulled up a chair. I was allowed the privilege of participating in a process that my forefathers created and passionately utilized centuries ago. And guess what? It works!
The “meeting” actually went on for three nights. It could not be concluded until each article had been addressed and every voice desiring to be heard had an opportunity to speak. It began ceremoniously with the colors being presented by a representative from every Scout and Brownie Troop. There was an invocation by a local clergy person. We all enthusiastically recited the Pledge of Allegiance and then joined in one voice to sing The National Anthem. It was one of those memorable and sacred moments when, regardless of the differing views in the room, you note the lump in your throat and recognize you are all there for a common purpose. United we stood.
We were then reminded of the “rules” in the booklet we’d been given as we entered the high school auditorium. Our moderator was to be respectfully referred to as “Madam Foreman.” Most importantly, when you had the floor, you were reminded that if you were about to call anyone a name that was not penned on their birth certificate you were likely entering the “danger zone.” In other words – “Play nice or go home.” For the most part everyone played nice and decisions were made.
I sat in awe as each article came before the majority for a vote. We spoke up, boisterously in many cases, “Ay” or “Nay”. If the audible vote was a close call, Madam Forman asked for a show of hands and each hand was counted. The most fascinating part for me was the way the crowd interacted with each other…determined and passionate, yet respectful. I was seated next to a neighbor who I like and admire a lot. He and I began to note that we weren’t voting in agreement on many issues. At one point, he patted my arm with a grin and said, “It’s ok, I’ll still love you even when you’re wrong.” After 3 of the votes I had just cast were defeated, a stranger seated behind me stuck a bag over my shoulder and offered me a Famous Amos cookie. She was “playing nice.”
I have respect for our local, state and national elected officials. But I must say, after last week’s meeting, I am a big fan of this Town Meeting style of governing. It truly is democracy at its finest. Local residents presented informed and passionate reasons for their viewpoints. I gleaned understanding of the needs facing the community I live in. Mostly, I gained respect for friends, neighbors and fellow citizens who were willing to show up, speak up and cast their vote. Well done Nantucket, well done.
Cookie anyone?
Shellie Dunlap
