I'm a 35-year-old New Yorker who went to NYU, which means I spent college living through 9/11 and the horrible lead-up to a war. Also the life-taking, economy-tanking, soul-crushing lie of an illegitimate President. And that jerk had the gall to do it in the name of my city. So I spent college marching. Resisting, actually.
I learned that politics was a fight. And sometimes the good guys lost. I decided my senior year that maybe helping them was what I was going to do with my life. I graduated in 2004, and I moved to DC to work "in politics." I'd figure out what that meant along the way, I guessed. Seriously, aside from West Wing, I had no idea what Washington meant. I just knew it mattered very much to the health and well-being of people who lived in this country. And it seemed like they were willing to pay people who could talk other people into doing stuff. I'd been doing that my whole life!
I got a job as a copywriter for a direct-mail firm (making those glossy sheets explaining candidates that your grandmother saves and you throw away). I packed my cat and moved out of Brooklyn — ready to end a war and kick Republican ass one bullet point at a time.
The point is, I got into politics because I was mad about a thing. My first cycle was 2004. If you're a liberal and you got involved or interested after that, you probably didn't get into politics because you were mad about a thing. You probably got in because you were inspired by a thing. I used to envy you.
We lost in 2004. And I don't want to say that means I was in any way prepared for 2016. Losing John Kerry was not even close to the devastation of losing Hillary Clinton. And losing to W is not at all the same as losing to Donald Trump. But for those of you who hadn't lost a presidential election, who hadn't had to resist your own government, who hadn't cried at the sight of the White House because you knew it housed a man who had no business being there, making decisions that might kill your friends, I can't even imagine this being your 101.
Where do you start? On an existential level, how do you do the most good, when every breaking-news alert brings unprecedented bad? On a practical one, how do you make activism your side hustle in an already-packed life?
The glorious and honest answer is, we do it together. There's a saying going around: This isn't a sprint, and it isn't a marathon. This is a relay. You run, and then you pass the baton to the woman at your six.
It's helpful to remember when you're overwhelmed with marching, donating, calling your congresspeople, and marching again that there are literally millions of Americans doing the same damn thing. It's also helpful to focus. Saving Obamacare, stopping Neil Gorsuch, donating to the Abortion Care Network, it starts to feel like there is so much to do you can't possibly do it. And there's no point, because now the FBI is investigating the president for colluding with Russia to undermine our democracy and what on earth are you supposed to do about that?? This is the worst game of whack-a-mole ever.
So focus. I'm asking you to get inspired again. Barack Obama felt like the light at the end of a very dark tunnel by the time 2008 rolled around. And if we did anything wrong by electing him, it was putting too much of our faith, too much of our fight, in that one human. We need hope again, but our next Barack Obama needs to be thousands of people.