Four years ago, I made a decision that turned out to be a mistake–a real whopper of one. I ran for state representative. It is a decision that I still regret today.
Why would I, a political innocent, so to speak, decide to run for office? The extent of my experience in the political world at that time was knocking on doors for Barack Obama back in 2008. I knew next to nothing about the real political climate. I was naive and optimistic, and, excited by the events in Zuccotti Park (the Occupy Wall Street movement), I thought I saw real possibility to be the change that President Obama had called for. I thought I could make a difference–that my very innocence in the realm of politics might make me more credible and hence more attractive to voters. Of course, I can see now, at a distance of almost four years, that I was not just naive, but downright stupid. It probably isn’t the first time a candidate has been motivated by silly, misguided ideas.
The real question is this, however: why did I, a person with a more than adequate supply of humility, decide to run in the first place? What made me think I could make any kind of a difference? I’ve been considering that question for the last three years. Looking back, I see there was a perfect storm of situations that made me believe that it was not only my right, but my duty to run for office. First of all, as a community college professor, I was teaching writing and public speaking to a population of largely underprivileged students. I realized that not only could I gain valuable experience as a teacher if I ran, but that I could also serve as an example to my students. After all, at the end of every semester, I would offer both my writing and my speech students this parting advice: “Now you know how to raise your voices. Go out and do it. Make trouble for other people. Be good citizens.” Running for office was a chance for me to practice what I preached, and it would help make me a better teacher.
(Side Note: This much was true. I did learn a lot from campaigning, which I tried to incorporate into the tiny textbook I wrote for my speech students. I used what skills I had in writing and in public speaking several times a day, and I found that teaching those practical skills was both meaningful and necessary. I do think I became a better teacher by running for office.)
Second, my position as a community college professor in a very rural area allowed me to see that the people whom recent legislation hurt were my students. I felt obliged to help them as much as I could. Third, as union president, I was also able to see the willful ignorance and arrogance of those in office. Fourth, my husband is a whiz at numbers and finance, and I knew he would make a fine campaign manager, and that by sharing the experience with me, we could be partners in a greater good. Fifth, I knew many people in my town, and they all told me they thought my candidacy was a good idea.
All of these things added up to a feeling of excited inevitability, which then turned into a sense of obligation to run. The only way I can describe the result of this transformation is to compare it to a statement found not once, but three times in Astrid Lindgren’s The Brothers Lionheart: “There are things you have to do even if they are dangerous, otherwise you aren’t a human being but just a bit of filth.” This may be overstating the case a bit, but at the time, I really felt that if I didn’t run, I would be shirking an important responsibility, and that I would be avoiding an unsavory but necessary duty.
The result of all this will not be a surprise. I lost–and by a hefty margin. I don’t mind losing the election; it was probably the best thing that could happen to me personally. But I lost more than the election, and that’s what really bothers me. Somewhere along the way, I lost my my faith in a political system that unabashedly favors those with large campaign coffers. I lost my desire to talk to and get to know people, which had been so useful in the classroom, and which I am only now regaining. I lost a good deal of self confidence, too, because I saw the limit of my own ability. Most tragic of all, I lost what had started me on my journey in the first place: hope.
For three years, I have tried not to talk about my abortive foray into politics. To be honest, I look upon it as if it were a stupid stunt I pulled while on a bender, as if I woke up one morning to remember that pulling off my clothes and jumping into the fountain was not a dream, but a horrible reality. And, like a hungover college student on Monday morning, I now regard my actions while under the influence with a sense of bemused shame: I’m impressed with the enormity of my mistake, because I should have known better than to have exposed myself.
But I am healing from my experience, and perhaps the best evidence of this is my willingness to analyze my feelings about running for office. I offer up this post as a testament to a person’s ability to recover, if not to learn, from unpleasant experiences.
5 thoughts on “My Short, Unhappy Life as a Politician”
Hugs. If you saw it from our perspective, you would see how amazing and brave this all was, not stupid at all. Don’t let your voice be silenced long term, you are the voice for many who have yet to find theirs.
I don’t think it was a mistake because of how much you learned from the experience and the new friends you made. The worst thing that happened was that you pushed away all your new friends that worked so hard on your campaign and gave a year of their lives to work on your campaign. You had a great hard working campaign committee that believed in you. We all saw you grow with the experience and hoped we could remain good friends after the election. You should have reached out to us, We were there for you.
My two cents (which isn’t even worth that….)
I am sorry that it left you doubting yourself. It is incredibly hard to find a part of yourself once you feel that it’s lost. Perhaps, what you are not considering, is that the political realm simply wasn’t the forum which allowed your personality to be seen like it was in the classroom. What the political world lost by not having you amongst their ranks, the academic world gained in your return. You have an army of students who are forever changed, for the better, for what you brought to the classroom. That is a legacy you should be proud of.
I would not have been a student of yours had you actually been elected.
So, I, for one, am grateful that you brought your amazing insight back into the classroom.
There are too many politicians but not nearly enough great instructors in the world of academics.