On the sidewalk of Los Angeles’ Skid Row, a woman walks from person to person, sidestepping needles, empty bottles and human excrement. She approaches each individual carefully, offering them a few dollars or a cigarette. In exchange, she asks them to give her information for a voter registration form, adding them to the California voter roll. If they don’t have a residential address, she claims it’s fine to use hers. Tomorrow, they won’t remember the interaction — as they continue to suffer in addiction, their names are being used to advance a political agenda. The woman’s name is Brenda Lee Armstrong, and she just pleaded guilty to a federal felony. It’s easy to dismiss her case; she’s just one person in a city of millions. This instinct to minimize, to write off as an anomaly, misses th