My Mom Did not have a driver's license or a picture ID, and yet her entire life she voted in every election

I enjoyed this You Tube.



My mother is gone now.
And God bless her she insisted I take her to vote right up until she died. The last time she voted she was so weak with pneumonia, COPD, with other issues, but we went. She proudly questioned everything they did, accused me of trying to force her to vote a certain way, raised hell over whether or not putting the ballot in the slot was done correctly, and finally looked with a very suspicious eye at the little "I Voted" sticker she told me I could just have. I believe followed that with a "let me have it back." Then she took a mint from my purse and we left.
She worked the polls in Morgantown, WV in her long, wonderful life, was a member of the League of Women Voters and valued voting so highly.
She was not asked for a picture ID thank God the last time because I had no idea how we were going to achieve that if they did ask. She was too weak to go sit for hours at the DMV, as I noticed the nation was suddenly requiring things like this,  and I doubt the birth record we had met the test of today. So I'd have been trying to figure out how to get one from Ashland, Va and she'd have had a pretty word or two to say-especially after voting all her life. And yet this is what is going on in our country to prevent "fraud," which no one seems to have evidence is occurring. I'm so glad that she voted with her dignity intact, and without long lines,  as she could not have stood in them.

Everyday I see something powerful, but when my Mom cast her last vote in America she showed a voter card no one asked to see here in California, gave her address, signed her name and basically went to the booth and cast her votes remarking loudly (because she was so hard of hearing) that the bastards weren't going to stop her until she was dead- from voting.
That's Mom.
The last of a generation that were larger than life. And Mom, the bastards keep on going.