I’ve been reflecting lately on the Bradley Effect. Former Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley, a black man, lost a 1982 gubernatorial contest in spite of being well ahead in the polls. Racism was alive and well then, just like today.

I believe many Republicans are wrestling with this dilemma. Those who are talking a good game, planted lawn signs, applaud raunchy rallies, don Don’s trademark red hat, bought a pair of gaudy sneakers, or a slick Bible. The fickle and foolish have been flogged and fleeced.

Whenever or wherever we vote, we’re alone with our conscience. The America we love, the country that survived a bloody civil war, two world wars, the Depression and mistaken military misadventures, is in dire peril. Recall the classic, heartwarming holiday movie where Jimmy Stewart wakes up and realizes it was all a bad dream? This ain’t a movie, folks. Nov. 5 is just around the corner. We’re staring down the barrel of a gun, in danger of blowing not only our brains out — but the American Dream away. Democracy is surely at stake, and the Constitution will certainly be burned on one.

Consider the Bradley Effect. In that booth, your vote is secretive and sacrosanct. It’s a quiet time. The moment of truth.  Ask yourself, “Do I really want to do this?  Do I really want to betray and belittle the land of the free — and the home of the brave?”  I sincerely don’t believe the overwhelming majority of Americans want to. Or will.

Buddy Doyle

Gardiner