never dreamt of a career in politics, but I found my political career launched when I became the policy director for a school board member in the second largest school system in the nation. Though my path to politics was not the most traditional, being a first-generation college student and Mexican-American woman from a working class family instilled in me a passion to ensure that the civic sector is accessible to everyone.
I was the campaign manager for Dulce Vasquez, a formerly undocumented chingona who ran for Los Angeles City Council against a male incumbent in the 2022 California Primary. As a first-time campaign manager, I managed a bilingual campaign team of mostly Gen-Zers and first-time campaigners. Our bilingual campaign knocked on more than 27,000 doors, called more than 10,955 voters, and sent 37,000 texts. We were also people-powered, with more than 3,000 unique donors giving more than $300,000 to the campaign.
The campaign experience forced me to reconcile with a new aspect of my leadership. It forced me to step into my vulnerability and be seen.
Most campaign managers would opt to hire seasoned staff, but I knew that this group was the one I wanted; they represented a valuable investment. I had to follow my gut. I knew the only way I could manage this campaign against a powerful and corrupt incumbent and their monied interests in Los Angeles was to build a team with skin in the game, a team with heart.
#TeamDulce Field members ready to canvass neighborhoods in South Central, Los Angeles.
#TeamDulce Field members ready to canvass neighborhoods in South Central, Los Angeles.
It was in these moments that my team reckoned with all of the emotions that come up when we are forced to move through difficult times. They would turn to me to help make sense of a campaign that oftentimes seemed like it was coming straight out of a telenovela.
It was in these moments that I sat silent, terrified, sad, angry, helpless, and equally struggling. I saw how tears and stress would creep under their eyes. Oftentimes, I cried too.
But as I saw my campaign team struggle through their personal life circumstances, suffering their version of imposter syndrome (from which most suffer but few admit or discuss) and the demanding aspects of the campaign, I had to step into a foreign path and do one of the hardest things for me to do: to lead but be vulnerable, and be okay with being vulnerable.
School had taken a toll on my mental health. I witnessed myself, my students, and my colleagues go through terrible situations. However, my breaking point was when a fellow teacher, who had a history of verbally and physically harassing students and other staff (including myself), body slammed a student and did not face any consequences. I also found myself reckoning with my profession when a male teacher sexually harassed me in front of my students during my last year of teaching. The decision to leave my classroom was devastating for me, but I realized that I needed to leave my students to focus on my mental health.
Three years after I left my classroom I started my role as a policy director, specializing in grassroots community organizing. It was really hard financially and professionally to pivot from the classroom to policy. I worked part-time jobs tutoring and working at summer camps to make ends meet prior to going to graduate school at the University of Southern California. Even at USC, it was a constant struggle to get over the imposter syndrome to do the work that policy professionals do.
I am not new to navigating what life throws your way. For most of my life, I have seen my extended family members struggle with the darker side of life—drug addictions, bankruptcies, falling victim to the criminal justice system, mental health disorders, death—and I’ve had to balance these circumstances to find space for my own dreams. I have often had to rely on the kindness of others to help me navigate the dreams I have in my heart, such as being the first in my family to attend college.
It was in the moments between starting a dream and getting to the end that my team needed me to go through the messy moments of my leadership journey to give them just the glimmer of hope we needed to get through that campaign day. It was in these instances that I found myself talking about my truth, such as how I struggled with the nuances of being the eldest daughter of teen parents, instead of my track record of professional success.
As I shared my most authentic truth—my fears and failures as well as my achievements—for the first time I breathed a sigh of relief. I was being seen, truly seen. Afterward, I saw us move more seamlessly together, treating each other with more kindness and accomplishing more than we thought possible: securing the endorsements of venerable LA institutions such as the Los Angeles Times and the Greater Los Angeles Chamber of Commerce, and finally getting recognition as a real force in Los Angeles politics.
Most importantly, I grew as a leader. I grew more authentic, kinder, more secure and willing to move through the tension, owning my truth and my needs. I held space for others and had my team hold space for me. I grew happier, more playful, and more jovial. I am thankful for #TeamDulce for showing me that we could dance, cry, be ourselves, and do the work to the highest level.
#TeamDulce is still doing big things post-election. They’re on the LA Mayor’s Youth Council, advocating for the policy changes they want to see in their communities. They’re working in Los Angeles City Hall making things happen for constituents. They’re getting new jobs more aligned to their purpose. They’re following their dreams and navigating the circumstances life tosses their way with laughter, grace, and authenticity. They’re moving democracy in favor of a world that is inclusive and impactful.
As for me, I am still in awe of my campaign team. I contemplate how I can continue to build an inclusive democracy. I am still doing work in social impact. I don’t have the answers yet. I don’t know what comes next, but I do know without a doubt what type of leader I am in good times and bad. I’m ready to lead my own thing next. I’m ready to tell and define my story. I am ready to own my power and impact this world for the better.
We didn’t win the election, but #TeamDulce is here to stay.