i found a handout from mamdamiâs primary race while cleaning up earlier. iâd gotten a canvasser at my door, i was still new to the city, i opened it; she wasnât particularly convincing, but i took the handout, i kept it so iâd remember to look him up later.
whatâs striking me now is how cheap the card stock feels, especially compared to everything i just got to this yearâs primary, even things from my districtâs assembly race.
in one way itâs a reminder how miraculous his election was and remains. thereâs a haze of romanticism, complacency, something that settles over something going well; life just keeps going either way, for the better or otherwise.
iâm also, i guess, feeling contemplative about how the rose tinted glasses might dim. the candidates mamdani endorsed did well this tuesday. i think the wrong person won my assembly person primary. i think the right person didnât get an endorsement because the other guy comes from an old, established political family.
as plenty are saying, there are bigger pressure points. policing, projects, etc. i am someone who believes thereâs something vitally human and important in actually doing the work of governance and leadership. it will always inherently be difficult and deeply flawed. i want to believe in a momentum and conviction that goes deeper than iconicism. i want it to stick even when things get hard. i donât think any of us can afford disillusionment, even when itâs inevitable
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