The Supreme Court decision complicating the Voting Rights Act triggers this portion of a poem, written by the most American of poets, Walt Whitman. The poem I quote from is entitled "Election Day, November, 1884." He praises the "ballot shower" with this opening:

If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, 'Twould not be you, Niagara--nor you, ye limitless prairies--nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite--nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon's white cones--nor Huron's belt of mighty lakes--nor Mississippi's stream: --This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name--the still small voice vibrating--America's choosing day, (The heart of it not in the chosen--the act itself the main, the quadrennial choosing,) ....

Rich Collins (Electronic mail, August 29, 2013)