It turns out not being enumerated for the October 11 territorial election was a huge hassle.
With the sneaking suspicion I had been missed and omitted from the list, I arrived at my polling station armed with an electricity bill, my driver’s licence, and my health card, all of which stated my identification and current address.
When it was found that I was not on the list, I was told that none of my forms of identification were acceptable evidence of my identity or abode.
I was told I had to produce a witness to swear me in. Not any old witness would do, it had to be a witness from my polling area Ã basically from my street.
Fortunately, I had a neighbour whom I could call and who was sympathetic to my cause. She made the trip down to the polling station to swear I was older than 18, a Canadian citizen and had lived in the Yukon for at least a year.
Two forms later, I was allowed to vote.
Strangely, when my neighbour went to vote she was not asked to produce ID.
This left me thinking, how did the people at the polling station know that she was who she said she was?
I suspect that if one wanted, one could have walked into the polling station, stated a matching name and address, even if they weren’t one’s own, and been handed a ballot.
Something about this situation doesn’t add up.