Here we have the first installment in my patron only blog posts. What better way to start this series than with a reflection on the last four years.
I have been an "activist" my whole life, thanks to being raised by socialists, an economist, and a feminists. I graduated into the Occupy and Anonymous circles in college, only to find my way to being co-chair of Sacramento DSA in 2019.
However, like many of you I was too docile, too complacent in those pre-Trump years and I just attended the occasional protest and bombarded my relatives with links on Facebook for the longest time.
And of course, I was always voting blue no matter who, or how much they sucked!
Then 2016 happened.
When I saw that Bernie Sanders, the only politician to acknowledge and publicly support Occupy, was running for office I had never been more confident in my identity as a socialist. Finally, we were on the board!
Of course, the DNC's middle finger to the electorate was enough to radicalize and permanently disillusion me from ever again being blue no matter who, but the election of Donald Trump was my overdue wake up call, the one I had been ignoring for too long.
I had just quit my job and I had to find a place to live, and my opportunities in L.A. had run out.
Then I got the chance to move back up to Sacramento, where I can be with family as my grandma's health slowly declines and so that I can carry on her work. (My grandmother is one of the socialists who raised me.) She has dedicated her life to fighting for LGBTQA rights, for abortion access, for the homeless, for unions, and for racial justice. Donald Trump's election was a middle finger to everything she raised me to stand for.
It only made sense for me to move back up to the capital city, I made the decision to dedicate all my time and energy into overthrowing Donald Trump and the systems that brought him to power.
That was the beginning of my journey to the center of socialism. Since then I have gone viral, been doxxed, gone to 2 DSA conventions, feuded with the mayor, feuded with anti-vaxers, and gotten punched in the face.
I can only imagine the journey 2020 is going to put me on.