“Oh, you are so naive. You have no idea of the numerous little things. New Jersey has a unique party line politics.” Dodo says.
“What is party line?” Pammy asks.
“It’s too complicated to explain to you. If you participate in our meetings, gradually you will know. You’ve never come to a political meeting before? A typical Asian immigrant, you are. You will not hear politics even if politics bangs on your door.” Dodo says, in her usual way, a little friendly smile, a little condescension.
Dodo is Pammy’s gynecologist, but in Pammy’s husband’s opinion, Dodo spends more time on politics than on people’s reproductive system. It is a Sunday and Dodo happens to be in the neighborhood–2021 is a local election year. Dodo’s husband spend all his spare time to campaign for their candidate. He doesn’t have a job and can spend all his time on politics. Dodo would help him on Sundays. Even their children would occasionally come out to help.
“In simplest terms, the party line politics means each county designs its own deliberately confusing ballot and political money is allocated to special figures only, usually for the benefit of the incumbents.” Dodo says.
Pammy feels that the explanation is more confusing than the question.
“We have a meeting at Pine Manor after my round. You can join us if you want.” Dodo says.
“Yes, I don’t have anything else to do. I can go with you right now.” Pammy says.
At the driveway, as Pammy is about to get in Dodo’s car, Pammy’s husband Pan comes back with their son Sam. They went to the local park for some exercise.
“Where are you going? A political meeting? Unbelievable. You said you were going to make some homemade tofu and rice wine, but you haven’t done that for a month. Politics is a waste of time. Good Asians don’t do politics.” Pan raises his voice as they drive away.