"We Must Find Our People in This Moment"

We Must Find Our People in This Moment.

I don’t care where you come from, or where you’ve been. But right now—we must find our people.

And when we find them, we need to have a real conversation about where we go from here. No more sugarcoating. No more sidestepping. We will not get where we need to go without reconciling with the truth.

I’m still angry. Disappointed. Exhausted.
This week? I was pissed off.

Millions of dollars went to consultants—to figure out how to win back Young white men and working-class voters code name “Sam,” My code name white people. You know—the ones who voted for Trump because… inflation. And eggs. And podcasts.

Meanwhile, grassroots volunteers—our people—are collecting dollars in jars just to show up and try to meet the moment.

And the consultants? They’ve concluded that young white men are lost, confused, wounded Charlie Kirk told them so. His job was to turn out low-information voters. And that, he did.

You want to win back the working class? Tell them the damn truth. Message the hell out of what is going on day and night. Stop asking me for 5.00 and do something meaningful with the 5 dollars you have!
Blow through Fox News. Crash the podcast echo chamber. OWN the information. Call the lies what they are. Call them liars to their faces. Be everywhere!

Because let’s be honest—some people, people we know, voted for Trump in spite of everything because they just didn’t know about:
The indictments.
The racism.
The cruelty.
The fraud.
The way he said the quiet part out loud.

They voted for him anyway—because Kamala Harris was "too much like Joe." And way to dark.
Because she “didn’t say this or that.”
Because of trans people.
Because the border.
Because of Black people.
Because it was easier to blame brown people for the economy than to admit the economy was rigged decades ago and there is not a magic pill other than time and billionaires paying their fair share, but you didn’t know that.

I call bullsh*t.

My hero Frederick Douglass said (and I paraphrase): Any man or woman who can put two ideas together knows one party is better for them than the other.
But too many people knew and still made the wrong choice.

You know when Biden stepped down, I cried.
But I stayed ready—because as a practical Black woman, I knew what was coming.

Years before the election, just about every white male pundit on every podcast had already made it clear: They never planned to pass the baton to Kamala Harris. They knew we were still living in the backlash of a Black president. The thought of a Black woman leading the free world? That was their panic button.

And women? I thought this time would be different. I really did.
Surely women wouldn’t sacrifice their daughters' futures—their own freedoms—for a party that doesn’t care about them.

But they did.
They were not our people.

To the Black people who voted for Trump: You weren’t needed for MAGA to win, but we needed you.
And you gave it all away—everything our great-great-grandparents fought for, equality, justice, and equity.
And MAGA laughs at your ignorance every single day.

To everyone else who thought MAGA was “down with you”?
Now you know.

To the 19 million people who stayed home because student loans weren’t canceled fast enough, or healthcare wasn’t perfect, or we “just didn’t excite you”?
You let disengagement replace democracy.

And guess what?
You weren’t our people either.
And yes—I’m angry with you.

Democrats are expected to earn your vote with a perfect record, while Republicans burn it all down and still get yours because not voting is a vote for them.
Nothing is perfect—unless you’re a billionaire. And 98% of us are not.

So, here’s what I’m saying now—clear and plain:

If you supported a convicted felon, an accused rapist, a fraud who sold out this country—you are not my people.
If you stayed home to “teach a lesson” while Republicans burned the books, banned abortions, and dismantled voting rights—you are not my people.
If you need Black women to be perfect before you’ll defend democracy—you are not my people.

But... maybe we can have a start fresh, because I will ask, are you better off today than you were 130 days ago?

Maybe now we forgive those who couldn’t stomach a woman leading the free world.
Maybe now we acknowledge that the country doesn’t feel so free.
Maybe now, as we fight for Virginia, we put our pride aside and admit:

➡️ It was never just about inflation.
➡️ It was never just about eggs.
➡️ It was always about the proximity to white power.

And maybe this time—can we finally agree that a convicted felon no matter who, should not have become president and that any Republican who supports that man should not hold any office, because they are not our people?

And if you're here—if you're still reading—then hear this:
You can still choose to be our people.

But only if you show up.
Only if you engage.
Only if you vote.
Only if you refuse to let democracy die on your watch.

As John F. Kennedy said:
“Ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.”

So, I ask you now:
What will you do for your country, what will you do for Virginia?

Because this time, it's everything.
This time, it's now or never.
This time, let’s find our people—and be the people who fight like hell to win to win big in Virginia.