UPDATED FOR FOLLOW-UP #6 BELOW.
ANOTHER UPDATE FOR FOLLOW-UP #7 BELOW.
I was one of the “lucky” ones to receive the long-form census. I filled it out, answering only the questions I believe are required by the United States Constitution: number of people living here and our ages. I don’t think the question asking for your race is mandated; however, being annoyed with politicians, I answered the race question. My race? HUMAN.
Census follow-up workers have come to my apartment door five times. Here’s the history of their visits:
VISIT #1: Very nice, shy, young woman. Told her I had sent it in. She said it probably just hadn’t gone through the system yet, and thanked me for my time.
VISIT#2: Man, looked like mid 30’s. Told him that I had sent in my form. He started out nice … well, it might have gotten lost in the mail, you don’t want to lose benefits for your district, blah blah blah. Told him I would not fill the form out twice. He said he would be back. Told him that I would give him the same answer.
VISIT#3: Same guy from Visit #2. Told him, again, that I had filled out the long-form and sent it in. He said there was no such thing as a long form. How stupid are these people? At the time, my son was conducting a study group for college finals. Both the census guy and the 4 young men in the study group could see each other and hear each other. When this guy got vocally rude with me, they all stood up and asked: “Debbie, do you need some help here?” The census worker left immediately. I asked him how he got into my building. He told me that he wasn’t required to answer that question. (Since then, I’ve read that apartment buildings are required to let census workers in. My apartment manager told me that no request from the Census Bureau has been made.)
VISIT#4: Nice young girl from Visit #1 showed up with her supervisor. Told them the same thing: I am NOT answering the census twice. If the Post Office or the Census Bureau can’t get their act together, not my problem. Told them that, if I answer the census twice, it contributes to more gerrymandering of districts. The SUPERVISOR told me she did not know what gerrymandering means. Again: how stupid are these people? The nice young girl started backing off and was totally deer in the headlights. By the way, I asked: How did you get into my building? Miss Supervisor told me that was none of my business, looked to the young girl and told her she didn’t have to answer my question.
VISIT #5: The nice young girl and her supervisor’s supervisor show up. There is another study group going on in my house. I told this “super supervisor” the same thing: I am not going to complete the census two times. The super supervisor is writing things down on a census form on her clipboard. I stepped out from my apartment to look at it. She was writing things down, like my first name (which she heard from the kids studying in my house). She was trying to fill out a census form for me based on what she could see and hear from my apartment. I shouldn’t have done this, but got really incensed and took the form out of her clipboard. I apologized for that, but told her she could not fill out a census form based on what she could see from the door of my apartment.
I asked the super supervisor how she got into my apartment building. She admitted that she stood at the front door, and when a resident opened the front door, she scooted in.
She told me that her supervisor would be back. So, the supervisor’s supervisor’s supervisor is going to come to my apartment. OH, I am so scared!
Don’t know if the super “scary” big-dog supervisor will show up. My answer will be the same: I answered the census form, mailed it on time, and will not answer it again. If you don’t like it, fine me. I’ll see you in court.
Here is something else that really bugs me: I’m paying the nice young girl at least $17 an hour. From reports I’ve read, people like the young girl in Visit #1 are being hired, fired, rehired to skew the employment rate upwards for political purposes. I wonder what I’m paying her supervisor, her supervisor’s supervisor, and the next supervisor to come.
Visit #6 just occurred. The census worker was a young man, looked like he was in his late 20’s. Told him the same thing: I’m not answering the census twice. Again, he told me I would be costing my district federal funds if I’m not counted. Again, I told him that I will not be counted twice and therefore giving my district more funds and more representatives in Congress.
I was told the super duper supervisor was going to be my next visit!
Anyway, I watched him after he left my apartment door. He started knocking on my neighbors’ doors. I asked him if was trying to get census information about me from my neighbors. He said that was exactly what he was doing. He actually laughed at me.
From now on, I am going to video any visits from census follow-up workers.
Visit #7: This time, no resident was available to open the front door of the building and allow the census worker to sneak in. The worker sounded like a young man, and called me on the intercom. For the 7th time, I told him that I will NOT fill out the census twice. He asked me to let him in so he could educate me. He actually was very polite. Still, I’m not answering the census twice. He asked, “Won’t you at least tell me how many people live here.” You know what my answer was.