Back in 2005, I had the opportunity to attend one of Paul Martin’s last campaign rallies. Hosted by the local Liberal candidate, Bob Vaughn, the event was held in Vaughn’s election headquarters — an old car dealership in Belleville, Ontario. Unsure if we would be allowed into the rally as members of the general public, we used our media passes to gain access.
As is typical of most political events, the better part of the evening was spent waiting for Martin to arrive. The room was packed to the brim, full of campaign volunteers, Liberal supporters, and members of the media. It was late in the campaign and poor poll results had already begun to hurt Martin. Things were not looking good for the Liberals this time around. Despite any lingering doubts, however, excitement at the rally was high.
When cameramen and reporters from CTV and CBC started piling into the building, I knew Martin wouldn’t be far behind. These were the reporters who had been following the entire campaign. When Martin entered the room, my journalistic instincts kicked in and I climbed on top of a nearby desk to get a better shot of him speaking to the crowd. I quickly realized that I was now occupying some prime real estate.
It was then that I learned one of the most important lessons a photographer can learn. When it comes to public events, particularly political events, you’d better be ready to push and shove to keep your spot. Once I got up on that desk, it seemed like everyone else wanted up there too. I was afraid it would snap in half and we’d all go tumbling onto the floor. Fortunately it held.
I don’t remember a word Martin said, apart from when he called the Belleville Bulls, the local hockey team, the Belleville Dogs, or something similar. The real excitement came from photographing a prime minister, particularly when the politically-savvy among us knew he would most likely be on his way out soon.
I remember hearing stories about when a visiting prime minister would draw crowds of thousands and the entire town would show up to greet him. Now, his arrival is mostly only good for a photo-op. I don’t know when the enchantment collectively left us, but I’d like it back.