Presidential politics mesh with the shell game on the Red Line
A friend shares this Tattler Tale from a Saturday night on the southbound Red Line.
At Loyola, a large black man boards the train, urging riders to vote for Barack Obama for president: "We need some collard greens in the White House!" (Yes, folks, this time I think you may agree that identifying his race here is important.)
He walks up to people and unabashedly asks them who they plan to vote for. Usually he hears the name of the man he supports and shares a high five or fist bump.
Then at Wilson, the shell game crew boards the train, and opens for business. First, the accomplice wins $20, then the operator asks for other players. Our Obama lobbyist tries to play, but the operator refuses, saying he doesn't have any money.
As he tries to recruit other players, the Obama supporter warns: "Aw, c'mon man! I've been doing this shit since 5th grade, I know what you're pullin'. Just don't pull that shit on the Obama supporters."
Meanwhile, my friend is surreptitiously calling the police. He tells them where they are on the Red Line, and what car he is in. The dispatcher thanks him and said she would inform the transit unit.
Back to our friendly Obama supporter: He keeps moving throughout the car. "Excuse me. I have to harass some more Republicans here."
We pull into the Addison, and the shell game is going strong, about to claim its first victim. The doors begin to close, when a big burly cop muscles the door open. He swoops in on the game operator, yanks him out of his seat, and hussles him off the train. His partner grabs the game board and other accoutrements and off they go.