From Jack to Jagmeet to Nothing: Confessions of a Ghosted NDP Volunteer
I was in the room when it died. I reached out to leaders. Only one met me. And the party doesn't even know what it is anymore. Part One: The Relational Collapse I met with my riding leader. I showed up. I supported. When I needed support in return? Nothing. Radio silence. The relationship was a one-way street with orange pylons blocking the return lane. I tried to stay involved. I reached out personally to multiple NDP leaders. Only one human being responded and actually met with me: Rob Ashton. Whatever you think of his politics, the man showed up. He sat down. He listened. The rest? I was ignored until they needed my vote for party leader. Then suddenly my inbox mattered. I'm not going to push a peanut up Mount Everest with my nose. I'm not going to keep forcing myself into a space where I'm useful as a ballot-counter but invisible as a person. You cannot build a movement on transactions without relationship. That's not politics. That's a pyramid scheme with ...