November 2, 2020

When I received the email from the Wyoming Republican Party stating that volunteers were needed to canvass for President Trump in key battleground states, I knew I had to go. Fortunately, my sister, Jennifer, and her friend in Georgia agreed to join me. We arrived in Detroit on Saturday night, October 24th, and after a brief training on Sunday morning, we hit the ground running. We were given an app to track registered voters in Pontiac, Michigan, which is a low-income Detroit suburb comprised mostly of black and Latino residents. It’s the kind of place that has liquor stores on every major street corner, and halfway houses mixed in with private residential and government housing.

Over the next three days I knocked on 330 doors, and I am thrilled to report that the Trump movement is real in this neighborhood! Countless residents told me that they were leaving the Democratic party behind because they wanted a better life for their children. I speak a little Spanish which came in handy, and I did not talk with a single Latino household who was voting for Joe Biden. One lady from Honduras said that she did not leave her corrupt home country to then vote in a corrupt 

president in this country. She asked where we were all going to move to next if Joe and Kamala destroy America. Many blacks told me they were tired of hearing that Trump is a racist and hates them, because they knew it wasn’t true. Others said they realized a long time ago that the media is lying to them. Several people told me that in 2016, there were no Trump signs in anyone’s yard, but I certainly saw them there now! One man told me that he had never voted in his 48 years,  but after watching the way the Democrats and media treated President Trump, he was showing up on November 3rd “to get Trump’s back”. Another man told me I better not be passing out “anything Trump” at his house, but after 15 minutes of talking, he politely asked if he could get an extra flyer for his girlfriend.

This is not to say that some residents were not voting for Joe Biden, but they never referred to him with any excitement or enthusiasm. Misinformed voters were everywhere. Many were told Trump was the reason they were required to wear a face mask or businesses were forced to close. As I walked the streets, I kept asking myself what the Democrats would be doing right now if the China virus were not around. I was not surprised that I did not find a single person who seemed to be in favor of the Green New Deal or open borders, which reinforced my theory that the Democrats have long left poor black people behind. I would ask residents how Biden could possibly support both poor black people and illegal immigrants, and I would ask what would happen to the Michigan economy if fossil fuels were eliminated. No one seemed in favor of defunding the police in their area. Needless to say, I was not surprised to learn that, “Can I change my vote” was trending on google.

It seemed the education system has failed many of the Pontiac residents. People would ask why Trump doesn’t fire Nancy Pelosi, for example. I also watched a mother wait in the cold and rain for over an hour for the school bus that never showed up. When I started talking to her, I learned this happens all the time.

Before I spent three days getting to know the precious people of Pontiac, I would have been nervous to pull off the highway in this area. This was definitely considered a dangerous area, and many of the liquor store employees would walk outside to ask me what I was doing and to tell me it wasn’t safe to keep going (they were all Trump supporters, by the way). I was chased by a Rottweiler and my Sister was chased up a jungle gym by a pit bull where she had to sit for over an hour until the dog lost interest. I watched someone smoke crack openly on the street and witnessed a drug dealer making his deliveries around the neighborhood. I saw unbelievable poverty and suffering, but this just made it even easier for me to ask people what they had to lose by voting for President Trump.

As I walked back to my car after knocking on the last door, I felt an overwhelming sadness about leaving. It’s hard to express the joy of knocking on the door of a house with eight registered voters living there, and when someone asks through the door what I want, hearing them yell back, “everybody up in this house is voting for Trump”!

One thing I learned in Pontiac is that countless people became Trump supporters after hearing someone they know talk about him, so I have a favor to ask. Please call someone you know in another state and have a conversation with them about what President Trump is doing for this country. Many people really do not know the truth, and the future of our beautiful country is at stake. Thank you for your consideration.


Rebecca Bextel

Jackson, Wyoming