For several presidential election cycles, we’ve been told “this will be the most important election of our lives.” I think that’s just a dramatic way of saying “most scary/annoying election of our lives.” Because let’s face it, our options suck. Same match-up as last time. Only difference is that now we get to choose between a guy who gladly sponsors genocide at a very high cost to taxpayers, or a guy who will do the same while also openly calling for violence against his detractors. Not very inspiring! Have a very bad feeling the latter guy will win. He has more devoted fans. But hey, that’s someone else’s problem to solve. I’ve retired from electoral work.
I used to be one of those people who thought, “Electoral politics? What a waste of time. All these candidates have sold their souls to billionaires and corporate interests. Many of them are straight up psychopaths. Barely a difference between Democrats and Republicans, beyond the optics. Why would anyone volunteer for an election campaign?” And after volunteering for many campaigns over the course of several years, I can say I’m pretty much back to that mindset. However, I do understand why people show up for good progressive candidates. That’s what I was trying to do anyway.
Like many people I know, I got interested in electoralism because of Bernie Sanders’s 2016 presidential run. In that moment, I suddenly saw massive numbers of American voters demanding the same things I’d been wanting for years – wage increases, universal healthcare, free college tuition, etc. My excitement wasn’t so much about Bernie himself. I was moved by the sheer number of volunteers and voters who were showing up for him.
And so I allowed myself to get swept up in the left populist movement that popped off in 2016. In the years following I supported many local leftist candidates and put a ton of work into the Bernie 2020 campaign. Even after his crushing loss, I stayed very connected with electoral work. In the summer of 2020, I took my first paid organizing job, supporting a slate of not-that-impressive local candidates. I was working for a newly formed statewide organization pushing Bernie-like politics. Like them, I believed we were taking a necessary step toward defeating Trumpism while building a grassroots left movement. Sure, we were backing some so-so contenders, but that was just so we could get our footing while we cultivated our own set of bold, progressive leaders for the next cycle.
That work experience, combined with other gigs that followed, taught me a lot about the limits of progressive electoralism. For the most part, I think leftist electoral junkies mean well. But you have to drink a fair amount of Kool-Aid to work these underdog campaigns. Doing the amount of work it takes to win requires getting deliriously excited about people who are often very flawed behind the scenes or who are quite new to the game and not ready to wrestle with the establishment. And you have to perform this hype for your volunteers, so they’ll keep coming back to do uncomfortable stuff like knock doors or make phone calls. Even if you’ve got a great candidate and you actually believe the hype, you have to make it your whole world and personality for several months together. It’s highly exhausting, and I’m too old for it at this point.
There’s also an aspect to progressive campaigns that grosses me out in hindsight and that’s the culture of narcissism. First of all, most people who run for office tend to be pretty narcissistic. In my experience, the “everyday populist Joes” who seem to pop up out of nowhere (no connection to activism or movement work, no notable leadership ability of any kind) are some of the most self-involved. Oh, you think you should be an elected leader because you have good moral opinions and you “care”? These are people you can count on to get co-opted by the system if they do get elected, which they almost never do. They’re not fighters, nor do they have established communities who are willing to throw down with them when the rest of the ruling class inevitably turns on them. If you’re primarily in the game to feel special, you’re probably not gonna withstand the messy public lashings most progressives face. Most would rather get along with the other oppressors in office than make waves.
But it isn’t just the candidates who are really into themselves. I’ve found that a lot of these progressive organizations really encouraged organizers to develop a similar sort of self-involvement. In particular, I’m talking about “story of self,” a tool developed by grassroots organizing guru Marshall Ganz. The idea is that as an electoral organizer, you need to develop a tight, emotionally impactful personal story about what made you decide to make big social change and support (insert name of whatever candidate you’re hyping). I think this tool can be a helpful activity for grounding yourself in your motivation to do the very awkward work of courting voters and volunteers. But after a certain point, focusing a lot of energy on one’s story of self feels more like theater camp. I’ve worked with people who start an introductory one-on-one meeting with a very intense presentation of their story. It’s freaking weird and alienating, man! I’ll never forget the haughty, self-important non-profit founder who deigned to give me tips about improving my story of self after I’d introduced myself in a more casual, conversational way. And then he launched into his highly polished and rather lengthy autobiography. For him, story of self was a competition.
Frankly, I don’t think all that navel-gazing is as inspiring as some electoral organizers believe. But when you lose a lot — as one does when supporting underdog candidates — feeling like an important main character helps quell the pain of defeat.
I recognize the irony as someone who writes prodigiously about her life and her feelings — I never want to share my story of self again. I don’t want to craft a personal narrative for the sake of advertising a candidate. In my own writing, I don’t present answers or give directions. My personal essays are just me processing life and hoping the finished product entertains or at least makes sense to others. I never got involved in politics because of one life-changing moment. I’ve been screwed by systems of oppression in the very mundane ways most people have. I think those mundane experiences we all share mean more than any personal anecdote I could proffer.
So I’m just minding my own business this election cycle, and wow, what a relief it is! I know it’s gonna get ugly, and I’m prepared to be very disappointed in some people’s choices. At the same time, I find that ever since I stepped back from all forms of organizing, I just like people more than I used to. Maybe now that I’m not so immersed in politics, I can more clearly see how everyday people get slapped by systems of oppression, regardless of whatever choices we make at the ballot box. There’s a lot of unifying energy in that outlook. Retirement has been good to me.