Said the party leader, a Republican of course: “In some parts of rural Maine, there were dozens, dozens of black people who came in and voted on Election Day. Everybody has a right to vote, but nobody in (these) towns knows anyone who’s black. How did that happen? I don’t know. We’re going to find out.”
This reminds me of a story told us by a friend here in Connecticut a few years ago, told in that wonderful Maine accent that seldom fades no matter how long someone has been in civilization.
“I got a call from my sister back home. She says the town’s all in a flutter. Seems a black couple has bought a house there. No one knows what to do. It’s not that they’re prejudiced it’s just that they’ve never had any blacks there’bouts and they don’t know how to act, what to say. Everyone’s talkin’ about it. Quite a fuss. But she called last night and says, ‘Oh, no worry. Turns out they’re Italian.’ ”