One of the best things ever to happen for people who are blind is the accessible voting machine. Yesterday, I voted in a special election in Ohio. With only one issue to address, it was going to be quick and easy. After I signed in, I said to the worker at the table, “I’ll need an accessible machine.” At the time, I thought I probably didn’t need to tell him that, because I was standing there with a white cane.
I was accompanied by the husband of a friend, only because his wife, my friend, had injured her knee. He walked me over to the man whom the first worker indicated, and again, after he began setting up a machine, I asked, “This is an accessible machine. Right?” Oh boy. That threw him for a loop. It was his first time working at the polls, and apparently, he had not been told about certain machines that were set up with headsets and audio instructions, with tactile arrows to press for moving to yes or no and enter. He asked me if I just wanted my husband to assist me.
I ignored the husband part. No need to explain all that. It wasn’t the point anyway. “No,” I said. “I want to vote on my own. You have an accessible machine. I want to use that one.” I’ve been voting independently for years. In the past, there have been separate machines for that purpose, but now, I just learned, they have a much smarter way to make any of the machines accessible for people who are blind or are visually impaired. He caught the attention of a more experienced worker, and she brought over a portable rubber pad that had raised marking on it. Up and down, right and left arrows were very easy to feel. A square shape with dots in the middle was where I would select my choice. She plugged it in, and with my prompting to make sure there was audio before she left, I was in business. At last I could get this little job done.
Not so fast, I might as well have heard. The machine insisted on reading the instructions in excruciating detail. After I got through that, it began to read the issue, in all its lengthy form. I stood there, tapping my toe in impatience, and finally, after what seemed like forever, I got to arrow to my choice and press the select button.
Despite having to put up with all that, I liked a new feature I had not experienced before. After I made my choice, I was prompted to press the right arrow key to print my ballot. Cool. Then it prompted me to wait. More waiting. But this time, I didn’t mind. I could hear the printer working away. Finally, the prompt told me to pull out my ballot, something I had never done myself. Not only that, I was required to walk it over to a ballot box and insert the real piece of paper, on which my choice was printed. Never before had I finished the process myself. What a satisfying feeling. I’ll be back in November, and I hope the workers will recognize me and be ready. I apologized to my friends for taking so long. I could have just let my friend tell me where to press, saving everybody the trouble, but I felt they needed to be educated. Sometimes I get tired of always having to educate, but I did my bit to promote independence for other visually impaired voters.
Mary Hiland
Author of
The Bumpy Road to Assisted Living: a Daughter’s Memoir
and
Insight Out: One Blind Woman’s View of Her Life
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Columnist for Our Special Magazine
and Contributing Essayist for Light Magazine