“Democracy is based upon the conviction that
there are extraordinary possibilities in ordinary people.”
— quote from American Pastor Harry Emerson Fosdick

Democracy. It is defined by Meriam Webster’s Dictionary as

“1. Government by the people: rule of the majority. 
    a.  A form of government in which the people elect representatives to make decisions, policies, laws, etc. according to law. 
    b.  a form of government in which the people vote directly against or in favor of decisions, policies, laws, etc.”

Since the January 6, 2021, an insurrection attack on the U.S. Capitol by a violent mob of Donald Trump supporters trying to overthrow the U.S. Government election results, I am worried about our American democracy. Before the January 6th insurrection, I took it for granted that it was strong and would always exist. 

After January 6th, I switched from being strictly a climate organizer to a climate and democracy organizer. To document my lifelong shift in thinking, I wrote an 8-part blog from October to December 2023, For Climate Action, let’s protect our democracy. 

I followed up those writings with a related blog I posted in April 2024, For Climate Action, be kind to people knocking at your door. The blog was about my dedication and frustration to knocking on doors in in the Portland OR metro area as a U.S. Census Enumerator in 2020 and as a paid political canvasser/field organizer for the 2022 midterm elections. I wanted to uphold our democracy and to urge my fellow community members to vote for support Democratic candidates who would pass strong climate bills and uphold our democracy. 

With the Oregon Primary Election happening in May 2024 and the general election looming on November 5, 2024, I was eager to engage with voters to urge them to support strong Democratic candidates that would stand up for our democracy from the rising threat of authoritarianism. This multi-part blog is an account of my actions January to November 2024. In this blog, I conclude about my reaction to the 2024 election and what actions we should take now. 

Part 1: Organizing and canvassing for our democracy in the spring and summer of 2024 
Part 2: Rough times and the friendly cats when I canvassed in summer and fall 2024  
Part 3: The Good and Bad Personal Moments canvassing in the autumn of 2024 
Part 4: My actions and reactions to the November 2024 U.S. Presidential Election

Part 4: My actions and reactions to the November 2024 U.S. Presidential Election 

The Final Days of the 2024 Election Campaign 

On Saturday, November 2nd, it was back to the hard work of canvassing with only 3 days left until election day. Around this time, I saw a sign on someone’s lawn that said: 

I took a photo of that sign to post on my social media with the comment, “For our #democracy, a sign I recently saw while knocking on doors for Democratic candidates in Gresham, OR. All of us need to step up our game to speak out, have tough conversations with friends and family, make phone calls, knock on doors, support Democratic candidates, and #vote if we want to keep our freedoms and standard of living.”

As it was a couple of days until the election, I thought all of us needed to be ‘all hands on deck’ to prevent Donald Trump from becoming elected President and losing our democracy. 

On the evening of Saturday, November 2nd, my supervisor with East County Rising (ECR), Billy Fish wanted me to stop by the office to make sure I had plenty of campaign lit to distribute to the other Field Organizers. I would be meeting and doling out campaign lit to half of the team daily for the remainder of the election season canvassing. 

As I walked inside of the front doors of the ECR office, it had the chaotic feel of various candidate campaigns scrambling to get campaign lit to volunteers and paid field organizers for the final days of the campaign push. I soon saw Aimee Santos-Lyons, the campaign manager for Oregon Representative Hoa Nguyen’s re-election campaign. We had not seen each other in weeks, and we were happy to see each other. Our work styles and methods did not mesh when I worked for her in August, but we still had deep respect and admiration for each other. 

I asked her how Hoa’s campaign was going. Aimee sighed and replied, “Not good! I am not sure if we are going to win.” 

I was surprised by her dour response. I didn’t buy it. I responded, “I ran into so many voters who told me that they planned to vote for Hoa. I think she is going to win!” 

Aimee smiled and remarked, “I hope so! From your lips to God’s ears!” 

Aimie then went on to say, “Win or lose, we plan to have a post-election party for Hoa this Thursday, November 7th. I hope you will come and please bring your wife!” 

I enthusiastically stated, “I will be there. Count me in! I will do my best to bring Tanya, and we are going to celebrate because Hoa is going to win!” 

Aimee appreciated my optimism, but she was too tired and stressed about the campaign to feel hope at that moment. 

The Presidential Election Day, November 5, 2024 

On election day, my supervisor Billy Fish wanted me to be at a union organizing office for a gathering at 6 am for an election day Latino Network Get Out the Vote last minute effort. I dropped Tanya off at work and I arrived at the union hall around 6:20 am. I was assigned to a middle-class neighborhood in southeast Portland to canvass around 8 am. It was a damp bone-chilling rainy overcast blah day to try to canvass. The kind of day when you want to stay in bed under the covers since it was cold, rainy, and windy. 

This was simply a lit drop, meaning placing campaign lit at people’s doors without knocking or engaging with people. This was early in the morning when many people have left for work or are not fully awake yet. 

With the cold damp air, I drank plenty of lukewarm water to stay hydrated and warm. After about an hour, I felt a small urge to use the bathroom. I seemed fine to make it through my turf or list of houses to drop off lit. It was a safe quiet middle class neighborhood. I felt I was in a steady rhythm of competing my turf or list. Sadly, I did not see any bathrooms nearby. No port-a-johns in this neighborhood, no parks with a public restroom, nor any fast-food restaurants or businesses with a public restroom on the busy street next to this neighborhood. The urge to use the bathroom grew stronger as I was further away from my car trying to complete my turf. 

I was about 80% through my list when I felt like I needed to just start walking back to my car to drive to the nearest public restroom in the area. I was still several hundred yards away from my car when the need to use the bathroom felt so strong that I had to walk carefully, almost limping or in a strange gait so I would not upset my bladder. 

Finally, my bladder could not hold it any longer and I peed in my pants. I felt angry and disgusted I let this happen to me. I decided to drive home to change into a fresh and dry pair of clothes. I was so finished with canvassing and working my heart out for this election. I don’t know what else I could have done by this point to help elect local Democratic candidates. 

It took me almost over 15 minutes to drive from southeast Portland to where Tanya and I live in outer northeast Portland to change my clothes. While I was at home around 9 am, I received a Signal message from Billy Fish. 

He asked me what my ETA (estimated time of arrival) was to the 9 am morning rendezvous point to receive my final campaign lit. 

I replied, ‘Actually, I am home right now. I had an accident with my bladder while trying to do the (lit) drop this morning. I had to go home to change clothes. I will be there in 10 minutes.’ 

Billy replied, “Oh no! No worries” 

He then gave me my turf assignments for the day. 

I then dragged myself to the rendezvous point to briefly meet up with Billy and then I worked on my first turf of the day. It did not feel like a productive use of my time. Very few people were home that day. For those that were home, they assured me that they had already voted. I had a couple of people who had not turned in their ballots yet. I showed them on my phone map the closest place to them to turn in their ballots. Around 2 pm, I sent this Signal message to Billy, 

“Hey Billy! I completed my first turf and my lunch break. However, I think I am going to call it a day. I started very early this morning at 6:20 am. I just don’t feel like I have any energy to complete a second turf, especially with the rain happening. Even more, my wife was anticipating that I would pick her up from work today, which would take time away from me completing a second turf. Thus, I worked from 6:20 am to 2 pm, with a half hour lunch break. It sounds like I can recycle the remaining lit. Thank you for this opportunity to work for ECR for the fall election campaign, especially to be a lead field organizer the last couple of weeks. I really enjoyed working with everyone on our team…Let’s keep talking and stay in touch!” 

Billy messaged back: “Ok thank you for all the hard work. It’s been great working with you.” 

I then went to pick up Tanya. I am not sure what we did after that. I just knew I wanted to get my mind off politics and the election. The problem was that it was hard to relax because that was nearly all I was doing for months. 

Processing the election night returns on November 5, 2024

I did not want to have the TV or radio on or even look at the internet to know what was going on with the world or the election. Tanya and I ate an early quiet dinner. It was wonderful as always to be with her, especially in this moment of peace for me that my election work was over. 

Around 6 pm, I laid in bed reading. It was hard for me to find a non-political book since nearly everything I read is political. However, I found something fun for me to read to get my mind away from politics and the election. I just wanted to relax and go to bed early. I planned to look at the election results the next day to see the results, good or bad. This method worked for me for the 2022 mid-term elections when I canvassed hard. I did not look at the results until the next day and the Republicans barely won control of the U.S. House and Senate in that election. 

Tanya was in the living room with the TV volume on low watching the election results. I could tell by her silence and the vibe from the TV in the other room that the results were not good. On the other hand, it was early in the evening. Anything could still happen. 

Then Tanya went to bed looking very glum and downcast. She might have even let out a scream of frustration. She did not have to say anything for me to know that Kamala Harris lost and the Democrats had a bad election. Then it sunk in that Donald Trump would be President again and the MAGA movement would be triumphant again. This was something I fought so hard from happening again over the last 4 years.  

Now I could not sleep, and I turned on the TV to see the results myself. It was as bad if not worse than I thought. My worst fears about the election were realized. I was stunned to see Donald Trump had won. I stayed up late into the night trying to contemplate it. I felt so let down by the United States and American voters. 

At 2:38 am on November 6th, I posted on Facebook: 

“Really America? I literally don’t know what more I could have done in this election. My back and shoulder hurts from all the doors I knocked on to support local Democratic candidates.” 

Fortunately, I had numerous supportive, kind, and appreciative comments from friends thanking me for all of my efforts in the 2024 election. 

Tanya had her own reaction to the election that she posted on November 6th that mirrored mine. I re-posted her comments on social media: 

“I don’t quite know what to say right now. We had the opportunity to choose democracy and we chose something horrendous.” 

In the days ahead, I posted more of my thoughts on the election results on social media, such as on Novembrer 12th : 

This post stirred up a hornet’s nest for friends and followers of mine on social media who wanted to blame the Democratic Party for the loss. I held my ground. For friends that wanted to blame the Democrats, I shared this quote with them from Democratic elections lawyer Marc E. Elias who said it best on Twitter: “If you are a Democrat who is spending time attacking Kamala Harris or her campaign rather than focusing on the fight ahead, you aren’t helping anyone.”

On November 13th, I created a social media meme holding up an American Flag with this text: 

Over week after the election, I posted this meme with a photo of me knocking on a door: 

I received mostly receptive comments to that meme. 

I had one more thought I wanted to get off my chest why Trump won the 2024 Presidential election, on November 21st, I created this meme: 

That meme created a good discussion with friends who responded they had ‘No soliciting’ signs on their doors. We exchanged ideas to best engage voters in the future. I appreciated friends who comforted me as I felt raw and bitter after the 2024 Presidential election results. 

My personal victories from the 2024 Presidential Election

Tanya and I attended the post-election party for Representative Hoa Nguyen on Thursday, November 7th. Good news! It was an election victory party! She beat her election opponent John Masterman 52.9% to 46.8%, a 6% winning margin or a winning margin of 1,678 votes. 

Campaign Manager Aimee Santos-Lyons’ worst fears of losing the campaign did not come true. Instead, her hard work and determination helped propel Hoa to victory. Tanya and I had fun attending this party. It was held at Hoa’s favorite restaurant Yoonique Pho and Grill in southeast Portland. This was a wonderful Vietnamese restaurant I discovered during the campaign since it was a favorite hangout of Hoa, Aimee and other volunteers in the campaign. We frequently had lunch there after a canvassing event. Thus, the food was delicious for this party. 

Several local elected leaders came to speak to congratulate Hoa at this party, including my Oregon Senator Kayse Jama, Oregon Senator Khanh Pham, founder of East County Rising and Gresham City Councilor Eddy Morales. Aimee then had some remarks about the significance of Hoa’s win in this purplish district that Oregon Republicans targeted to try to win. She then had awards to volunteers who worked the hardest to help Hoa win. 

To my surprise, Aimee had an award certificate for me for knocking on the most doors while also encountering the most hostile interactions with voters. She estimated I knocked on over 2,500 doors for Hoa. Even more, Aimee never forgot my horrible day back in August when two different voters waded up Hoa’s lit after I knocked on their doors and threw it at me. A couple of times when I ran into her that fall at canvassing events would still talk about that day. 

Aimiee called me up to the front to present me with a certificate for “Most Grief Received Doorknocking” which was signed by Rep. Hoa Nguyen. This was totally unexpected for me to receive this award for the long hours of canvassing that summer and autumn. 

On the back of the certificate was printed: 

BRIAN
YOU ARE AMAZING! YOU ARE IMPORTANT! 
YOU MAKE A DIFFERENCE! 
YOU ARE INCREDIBLY APPRECIATED AND YOU DESERVE THE BEST!

In addition, they gave me a bottle of Del Rio Pinot Noir wine from the Rogue Valley of Oregon. A few weeks later, Tanya and I shared this bottle of wine with good friends. I am normally not a wine drinker, but I loved the sweet taste of this wine. It tasted like victory and the satisfaction of completing a hard task. 

Before I left the party, I got a selfie with Aimee. We remarked how we enjoyed getting to know each other during the campaign. Tanya then took a photo with Hoa and me holding up the certificate. As Tanya and I got ready to leave and say goodbye to new friends, Billy Fish came up to give me a hug to tell me how much he enjoyed working with me and he hoped to stay in touch. 

Although it was a huge disappointment that Donald Trump won and the Republicans maintained control of Congress, all the legislative candidates I knocked on doors for in east Portland won their races. I felt like all my hard work knocking on doors, phone banking, and helping with campaign events made a positive difference.
 
Just two weeks later, I received a thank you card from Oregon Representative Ricki Ruiz. In his handwritten card, he wrote:

Brian,
The door knocking king!
The cat Whisperer! Thank you
for everything you did this
year for us and for other
campaigns. You are truly a
rockstar! I am very much
looking forward to seeing you
around! 
Thank you again! 
Ricki Ruiz 

I kept that handwritten card handy next to Hoa Nguyen’s Certificate to me for “Most Grief Received Doorknocking” promptly displayed in the spare bedroom of the apartment where Tanya and I live. I will never forget the kindness of Hoa, Aimee, Billy, Ricki, and the other dedicated local Democratic organizers I met on this election campaign season. 

The memories are bittersweet because this was the last time I saw Hoa. On February 28, 2025, Oregon Democratic Rep. Hoa Nguyen announced she had a cancer diagnosis. 

Sadly, she retreated from her public work to focus on her cancer treatment. Her battle with Stage 4 cervical cancer did not improve. She passed away on October 9, 2025, less than a year after her re-election victory. Her loss was a deep blow to the east Portland community for her advocacy for vulnerable and low-income students to stay in school. Plus, she was a strong environmental advocate for bills I asked her to support and co-sponsor. She is missed to this day. 

My final act of 2024 election campaign season: Ballot chasing in Woodburn, Oregon  

Two weeks after the November 5th Presidential election, I was still not finished with my campaign efforts. On November 15^th, the local news reported Democratic Oregon House candidate Lesley Munoz took a one vote lead over incumbent Republican Rep. Tracy Cramer in House District 22 to represent Woodburn. At that point, hundreds of ballots still needed to be counted but it looked like the there was a possibility that Munoz could win that seat. 

Later that day, on November 15th, Lesly Munoz was gaining momentum as voted were counted. The Salem Reporter noted a 34-vote edge for Munoz. 

I heard buzz from my fellow East County Rising Field Organizers and Democratic organizing friends that ballot chasers might be needed by the local Democratic Party and the local unions in Woodburn. The ballot chasers would help track down voters who did not sign their ballots or signed their ballot with a signature that did not match the one the state had on file. We would then encourage these voters to fill out statements that they voted if they forgot to sign their ballot or a statement that the signature on the ballot is their signature. They then had to turn in that statement at the elections nearest elections office in Salem for their vote to count. 

On November 21st, I drove one hour south to Woodburn, Oregon. I was “chasing ballots” for OR House District 22. Democrat Lesly Munoz was leading by just 132 votes over her opponent. I spent that day tracking down voters who did not sign their ballots or don’t have a matching signature on their ballots to help them cure their ballots by the November 26^th deadline. 

It was a fascinating experience to track down some voters at their homes to urge them to cure their ballots to make their votes count in this election. The voters I chatted with seemed interested in signing a voter statement certifying their vote and submitting it to the county elections office in person. 

It was a good reminder to fill out your ballot correctly before dropping it off in the mail. Oregon is an exclusive vote by mail state. It’s always good to double check your ballot or even have a family member to look it over to confirm you filled it out correctly. Make sure that your signature on envelope outside of your ballot matches your driver’s license. Local election staff who count the ballots check the signatures on the ballot against a database that holds voter registration information to make sure the voter is who they say they are. The signature you used when signing for your driver’s license is often the signature the county elections office uses to match your ballot with the signature they have on file to count your vote. 

Late in the afternoon, I headed to my car winding down a full day of chasing ballots in Woodburn. As I was right next to my car, I noticed into three friendly cats in who came out from under a chain linked fence to greet me. A sign posted on the fence stated, “Beware of DOG.” 

I never saw the dog, thankfully. But, a sign was needed that said, “Beware of the CATS.” These cats were so adorable that they would steal your heart and you would never want to go home. 

Two of the cats sat on my lap and they all wanted a lot of attention. They seemed like they were hungry, asking for some food, and possibly wanted to be let into their home. They looked a bit neglected, but they were thrilled that I spent several minutes focusing on them. I had fun taking many selfies with them to post on social media later in the day. To me, it was another reminder that if you are doing good work, the universe or at least cats will thank you!

On November 27th, the day before Thanksgiving, the news announced Democrat Lesly Munoz won over Republican state Rep. Tracy Cramer by a margin of 161 votes. By winning this House race, Oregon Democrats sealed supermajorities in both legislative chambers. The three-fifths supermajority allowed Democrats to pass any bill on raising new taxes on a party-line vote. 

The return of Donald Trump to the White House with Republican majorities in Congress cast a gloomy shadow over everything at that time. At the same time, Oregon voters electing a super majority of Democrats to the Legislature in November 2024 gave me hope at that time for keeping our democracy and fighting climate change. 

Final Thoughts

I am proud of my career as a seasonal park ranger, climate change public speaker and organizer, as well as a democracy organizer for years. I loved working seasonally at Everglades and Crater Lake National Parks from 1992 to 2017. Plus, it was a thrill to give 200 to 300 climate change talks from 2010 to 2022 in 12 U.S. states, Washington D.C. and Ottawa, Canada. I was honored to travel briefly to Washington D.C. to lobby Congress 10 times from 2015 to 2024. 

Having said that, I did not want to be anywhere else than to be canvassing to engage with voters in the east Portland metro area in the spring, summer, and fall of 2024. Upholding our democracy in 2024 was too vital for me to sit on the sidelines. Yes, I had many brutal days with canvassing with rude people slamming their doors in my face, dogs charging at me, tripping and slipping on porches, summer heat, and getting drenched in the rain. I was so glad when my job was over after the May 2024 election primary and the November Presidential election. The result of the Presidential election and GOP Congressional control of Congress broke my heart.
  
I think a lot about this quote from climate activist Greta Thunberg: 

“Once we start to act, hope is everywhere. So instead of looking for hope, look for action. Then, and only then, hope will come.” 

To keep our democracy, we must act by knocking on doors and phone banking to engage with people we don’t know to urge them to vote. In addition, our family, friends, co-workers, and neighbors look to us as social cues to how to vote and support various issues. Make sure you are chatting with strangers and people you know well about the importance of defending our democracy, fair access to voting, climate action, and other issues you are passionate. Hopefully, these blogs about my actions during the election 2024 will inspire you. 

As I documented in my blogs, engaging with voters is heavy lifting many days. As I write this in April 2026, the Presidency of Donald Trump seems overwhelming, deflating, and hopeless. Don’t ever give up! That’s what Donald Trump and the MAGA Republicans want you to do. 

Instead, I think former Speaker of the U.S. House Nancy Pelosi said it best: for our democracy, “We don’t agonize. We organize.”

Or, as I have said for many years:

‘In order to fix the climate crisis, we need to fix the democracy crisis.’
– Former Vice President Al Gore

Since the January 6, 2021, an insurrection attack on the U.S. Capitol by a violent mob of Donald Trump supporters trying to overthrow the U.S. Government election results, I am worried about our American democracy. Before the January 6th insurrection, I took it for granted that it was strong and would always exist. 

After January 6th, I switched from being strictly a climate organizer to a climate and democracy organizer. To document my lifelong shift in thinking, I wrote an 8-part blog from October to December 2023, For Climate Action, let’s protect our democracy. 

I followed up those writings with a related blog I posted in April 2024, For Climate Action, be kind to people knocking at your door. The blog was about my dedication and frustration to knocking on doors in in the Portland OR metro area as a U.S. Census Enumerator in 2020 and as a paid political canvasser/field organizer for the 2022 midterm elections. I wanted to uphold our democracy and to urge my fellow community members to vote for support Democratic candidates who would pass strong climate bills and uphold our democracy. 

With the Oregon Primary Election happening in May 2024 and the general election looming on November 5, 2024, I was eager to engage with voters to urge them to support strong Democratic candidates that would stand up for our democracy from the rising threat of authoritarianism. This multi-part blog is an account of my actions January to November 2024. I will then conclude about my reaction to the 2024 election and what actions we should take now. 

Part 1: Organizing and canvassing for our democracy in the spring and summer of 2024 
Part 2: Rough times and the friendly cats when I canvassed in summer and fall 2024  
Part 3: The Good and Bad Personal Moments canvassing in the autumn of 2024 
Part 4: My actions and reactions to the November 2024 U.S. Presidential Election

Part 3: The Good and Bad Personal Moments canvassing in the autumn of 2024 

Biking for a day on the Springwater Trail to renew my spirit and energy 

I worked 6 days a week for over a month, so I needed two days off to clear my head, recharge my batteries, and get a fresh start to return to work on Wednesday. 

On Monday, September 16th, I woke up and decided to take a bike ride around the city of Portland to refresh my spirits. It was a perfect sunny autumn day with the temperature in the upper 70s and almost no clouds in the sky. I loaded the bike that Tanya and I share onto the front of a public bus and rode the bus to SE 162nd and Powell Blvd. I then rode the bike through a southeast Portland subdivision to connect to the Springwater Corridor bike trail.

This multi-use pedestrian and bike trail is a wonderful hidden gem in Portland. No buses, trucks, vehicles, or motorcycles are allowed on it. For most of it, big deciduous trees lined either side of the path, with some houses, businesses, and industrial parks hidden but accessible behind the trees. This trail was definitely in the middle of the Portland Metro Area. However, all the trees and lack of noise of the made the trail feel more rural and outdoorsy than it should be. This bike path was the perfect tonic for me to forget about work while I enjoyed the beauty and serenity of it for the first time. Tanya and I had lived in Portland for over 7 years at that time, but I had never been on this paved bike path before. 

I rode on the section from behind Powell Bute to Sellwood, located several miles due south of downtown Portland. This portion of the Springwater Trail from behind Powell Butte to Sellwood was about 8 miles. The Springwater Trail in this portion was nearly flat with minimal curves. It was a breeze to ride the bike that Tanya and I owned on this trail. I steered around a few other cyclists, runners, mother walking children, skateboards, and a few homeless camps to remind me that I still resided in Portland OR. 

As I approached Sellwood, I texted my friend Walt Minkeski to let him know that I was bicycling near his home on the Springwater Trail. I asked him if we would be interested if I stopped by to say hello. Walt’s response was, “Please drop by…About what time will you arrive?”

I texted my estimated arrival time and I set my GPS for Walt’s house in Sellwood. Walt was a retired engineer in his 70s. I knew him for years since Tanya and I moved to Portland in 2017. Walt and I volunteered with Citizens’ Climate Lobby (CCL) and Oregon League of Conservation Voters (OLCV). Walt was slowing down a big since he had regular doctor’s visits to combat his lung cancer. Walt was a well-known climate and environmental champion in the Portland metro area. A few months earlier, he asked me to take over one of his volunteer roles: the CCL volunteer Congressional Liaison for the Oregon District 03. Walt liked how I had success reaching out to schedule CCL lobby meetings with the staff of our then Congressman Earl Blumenauer. 

Walt wanted to meet with me for months to share his cancer treatments were not going well. He hoped I would step up to be the CCL Congressional Liaison in his place. Since Tanya and I moved to Portland in 2017, Walt became a mentor to me. We attended numerous CCL Lobby meetings together in Washington D.C. and in Oregon. We also served together on the OLCV Multnomah County Endorsement Committee, conducting group interviews with legislative candidates and incumbents to determine if OLCV should endorse them. We developed a friendship over the years. He took me backpacking in the Mt. Jefferson Wilderness at the end of July 2021.

Walt indicated to me that his doctors believed he only had about a year or two left to live. Thus, it was a blessing I was able to take time off work and serendipitously drop by his house to spend some quality time with him. We hung out in his backyard picking grapes off the vines of this fence. The grapes were tasty to snack on while we harvested the grapes. They were overall sweet with a hint of a bitter taste, but we had to watch out for the seeds within the grapes. 

Being with Walt was always a revelation how he treated everyone with kindness. At the house next door were men of Latino background working on the roof speaking to each other in Spanish. The fence and the grapevines were so high that we could not see them. Many years prior, Walt spent time in Belize where he was able to pick up Spanish. Walt had a pleasant conversation with them in Spanish just making sure they were having a great day. 

After Walt gave me a big container of grapes from his backyard, I continued my bike ride around Portland. I next took the Springwater Trail north along the east path of the Willamette River from Sellwood to downtown Portland. This portion of the Springwater Trail gave me lovely views of the river and Portland City Skyline. I then took the bike upon the MAX commuter train and public buses to head home. 

Balancing Enjoying Life while working hard to canvass for our democracy 

The next evening, September 17, my wife Tanya and I went downtown to see American Historian Heather Cox Richardson give a lecture about American history and the importance of staying active to protect democracy against the authoritarian threat of Donald Trump. After the bike ride on the Springwater Trail around Portland and the Heather Cox Richardson lecture, I was re-energized to knock on doors for our democracy. 

At the same time, I was still nervous about a negative outcome to the election. On September 18th, I posted on social media a photo of me knocking on a door with this comment: “For #democracy, this election is still way too close. I am still worried we could lose our freedoms to a strongman autocratic wannabe dictator who is running for President. Over these next 47 days, please do all you can to knock on doors, phone bank, and speak with your family, neighbors, & friends to support Democratic candidates.” 

I was back at full throttle to canvass to elect OR Democratic legislative and local candidates. The next few weeks, according to my social media posts, I estimated I knocked on over 930 doors. 

I balanced this hard work with pleasure. On Saturday evening, September 29th, Tanya and I attended an Oregon Symphony concert to see them accompany the music for the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind. This was one of the scariest and most entertaining movies of my childhood. We enjoyed seeing it on a big movie screen with a live orchestra playing the film music. 

On October 4th, Tanya and I had a fun date on that Thursday evening to go see Liberace and Liza Tribute Variety Show, performed by David Saffert and Jillian Snow, at the Alberta Rose Theatre in northeast Portland OR. Tanya went to college with David Saffert. We like to see this performance live when they are in Portland OR. 

On Friday evening, October 5th, I liked seeing climate scientist Dr. Ayana Elizabeth Johnson speak at Powell’s Books in downtown Portland about her new book, What if We Get It Right. The book was about envisioning a positive world we want to create where we effectively reduce the climate change threat. I enjoyed having her sign my book and get a picture with her. 

 Over the next week, I knocked on over 550 doors in east Portland for nearby Oregon Legislative candidates and local candidates. 

Tanya and I missed hiking with each other. With working up to 6 days a week canvassing, including weekends, we had not had a chance to go for a hike since our vacation in August. 

Tanya took a vacation day off on October 7^th so we could walk in a scenic area to close to Mt. Hood. We hiked to Mirror Lake and Tom, Dick & Harry Mountain (Yes! That really is the name) to get great views of Mt. Hood and surrounding mountains, as well as to see some autumn colors. This is one of my favorite hikes in Oregon. On a clear day, one can see 5 nearby Cascade Volcanos: Mt. Hood, Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Adams, Mt. Rainier, and Mt. Jefferson. The visibility was nearly crystal clear to easily spot all these mountains while we ate our lunch on the summit. It was spectacular clear fall day, the best kind of Indian summer day to explore in the outdoors. 

My good and bad days of canvassing in late October 

From October 8th onward, I worked almost every day until the election to urge voters to elect Democratic legislators and local candidates in the east Portland area. On my one day off on October 21st, I knocked on 30 doors in my own apartment complex to urge my neighbors to vote. Tanya thought I was insane. However, I thought it was important to make sure that my neighbors voted. Years earlier, I volunteered to be part of the Multnomah Democrats Neighborhood Leader program to canvass in my own neighborhood to increase the turnout for voters living nearby. I was able to sleep in that morning. It took only an hour and a half to knock on my neighbors’ doors. I felt like I made a difference for our democracy and my neighborhood. 

In the remaining weeks leading up to the election, I saw the best and worst in people as I knocked the doors. One October day when I canvassed in a rural area outside of Damascus OR, I had a long driveway to hike up to the house that was around a half mile long. When I got up to the front door and knocked, the old reclusive man just yelled at me, “Not interested!” 

He then slammed the door in door in my face. It was annoying to devote that much energy walking to one house only to have the voter be so rude to me. On the other hand, I had some other extremely long driveways where the voters were kind to chat with me when I finally reached their front door. 

On a cold rainy day in late October, I walked up to a front door. The rain puddle on the front porch created a reflective surface that made it hard to see the green algae living in the water. When I took a step into the algae, it was so slick that I slid into the air like I had stepped on a banana peel. I landed on my back and had the wind knocked out of me. I was briefly worried that I somehow injured myself. I lucked out that I was fine, just shaken up. 

I did have the joy of talking to an 88-year-old mom voting for the first time because she did not want Donald Trump to win. When I talked with her 50 something daughter who lived at the same residence, she was so proud that her mom was voting for the first time. 

I knocked on one door in Gresham where a middle-aged man acted rather frosty to me. I handed him the campaign lit. He was in the process of telling me, “You can have this back!” However, his 20 something daughter with purple hair and multiple piercings reached around to grab the information from her dad. She seemed intent to learn about the candidates and vote in the upcoming election. She would not let the grumpy attitude of her intimidating dad stop her. 

When I knocked on doors one afternoon, I had a long conversation with another young 20 something woman about the election and politics. She told me that she could not vote for Trump and the Republicans because she just watched the Handmaid’s Tale Series. That book and television series looked too bleak for me to watch. However, it amazed me that it left an impression on this woman to take voting seriously, especially against Trump and GOP candidates. 

I was so dedicated and tenacious as a Field Organizer that my boss Billy Fish promoted me to a Lead Field Organizer position for the last couple weeks of the campaign. I oversaw distributing campaign lit to have of the ECR Field Organizer Team. My other duties included providing water, snacks, and rides for restroom breaks for the Field Organizers without cars. It was good news to receive a boost in pay the last few weeks on the campaign. The bad news was that I worked more hours as I was already feeling burned out from the election work. 

Speaking to Danish High School students curious about the Presidential election 

My wife Tanya is Danish American, and my mother-in-law Nancy is originally from Denmark. In mid-October, one of Nancy’s Danish cousins asked me if I would do a live Zoom interview with Danish high school students who had questions for me about the upcoming American election. 

After exchanging emails for several days, I scheduled the Zoom interview with the Danish High School students on October 23^rd. I talked with 3 high school students, two young men and young woman. I greeted them with the little bit of Danish I could speak. However, like most Danes, they spoke English well. They asked me very insightful questions, such as, who did I think would win the U.S. Presidential election? 

I replied the same way that I had for months: “It depends upon which voter I talked with last.” 

I talked with many voters who absolutely did not want Donald Trump to win. That gave me hope Kamala Harris would win. On the other hand, I encountered many voters who told me that they did not plan to vote or planned to vote for Donald Trump. That always left me feeling deflated Donald Trump could win again. Even more, the polls were tight that it made me nervous if Kamala Harris would win. The Danish high school students appreciated my candid answers. 

Somehow the issue of guns in the United States came up. I informed the students that I encountered many voters who shared with me that they like their guns. Even more, those voters thought their guns were protecting them and they felt strongly the U.S. Constitution should continue their right to bear arms. Personally, I told the students that I was strongly opposed to gun ownership in the U.S. I shared with the students that a fellow climate advocate and friend of mine, KB Mercer, died by suicide using a gun on September 21, 2024.

I shared the well-known fact from the National Library of Medicine, linked in the Psychiatry peer-reviewed journal, and other sources that “People report that they need them for safety and/or sport. However, having a firearm in the home actually increases the rate for suicide, homicide, domestic violence, and accidents.”

We had a long pause after I gave my thoughts on guns to the students. They were silent for a moment. They then said to me in their best and their slow English-speaking style, “We are very sorry about the loss of your friend.” 

I was moved to know that they cared about the information I just shared with them about losing my friend KB. These students had a big heart. That was gracious of them to acknowledge and express empathy for my loss. I was impressed with the depth of their questions, curiosity about the U.S, and their great listening skills. 

I took a screenshot of the Zoom interview of the Danish High School students and me. Because of the time difference, Denmark was 9 hours ahead of Portland, we conducted this interview early in the morning. It was 7 am my time, around 4 pm Danish time. This conversation was a great start to another full day of canvassing. I will never forget their kindness and genuine curious to learn more about the world, especially the U.S. 2024 Presidential election. 

From October 23rd to election day, November 5th, I was singularly focused on knocking on doors to engage with voters, as well as performing my duties as a Lead Field Organizer to provide campaign lit, snacks, water, and car rides to the field organizers needing assistance. I still felt I needed to do all I could in the remaining days of this election to make sure that Kamala Harris and the Democrats won seats in Congress. I hoped other American who were as worried as me were fully devoted to engaging voters to vote to successfully shape the outcome. As I posted on social media on October 26th: 

“Let this sink in:
History will judge each and everyone of us for our actions for the next 10 days and last 9 years if we allow Donald Trump to become President on Nov 5th.

The actions you will take over the next10 days will determine if we get to keep our democracy. Please STEP UP YOU GAME to organize, support Democratic candidates, vote, and speak to your friends, family, neighbors, and coworkers to vote.”  

My wife Tanya was my supportive and loving partner with all my election canvassing 

I don’t talk enough about all the sacrifices my wife Tanya made for our democracy. She was just as worried as me if Donald Trump was elected President again. She worked full time at the medical lab research job, plus she was going to school to get a master’s degree in data analytics. That did not leave much energy for her to work on political campaigns. She cares deeply about politics on issues such as maintaining and strengthening our democracy, climate action, women’s rights, respecting our international allies, protecting immigrants, access to affordable healthcare, and many other issues.
 
Tanya volunteered for Barak Obama’s Presidential Campaign in 2008. However, she was not as comfortable as me with knocking on doors, making phone calls, organizing events, etc. Tanya was our primary and mostly sole breadwinner while I have been political organizing since we moved to Portland in 2017. During the first 9 years we lived in Portland, we only had one car. We shared my green 2002 Honda Civic. She primarily drove it to her job. I primarily used public transit to attend climate organizing events in the Portland area. Plus, I would carpool with other climate organizers when I would lobby for climate bills at the Oregon Capitol in Salem. 

When I canvassed in spring, summer, and fall of 2022 and 2024, I needed my car. I tried for one day to use public transit. I quickly found it did not work because it took too long to get to the areas or turfs that I was assigned to canvass. Even more, the campaign lit I carried was heavy. I needed to store the excess campaign lit in my car. Plus, I always had a bottle of water on me since I would get thirsty, especially in the heat of summer, or after I had long conversations with voters. Because of my fear of ferocious dogs charging, voters slamming doors in my face, and possibly threatening people when I canvassed, I mostly felt a bit edgy and nervous. The stress would dry out my mouth and throat, so I drank a lot of water. Plus, I kept several containers of water in my car to keep me hydrated. Even more, I packed a lunch, which was easier to store in my car than a heavy backpack. With drinking lots of water, the urge to use the bathroom could happen suddenly. It was helpful to have my car nearby when I needed a bathroom fast. 

Because it was vital for me to have my car when canvassing, that meant Tanya had to make a sacrifice for her commute to work. The deal we worked out was I would drive her to work each morning around 7 am. She would take the bus home from work while I canvassed. Tanya never complained about taking the bus home, even though the bus was late sometimes and occasionally some odd characters were on the bus. Tanya walked almost a mile from the bus stop to our apartment. That meant some days she had to walk intense heat or rain showers. Even worse, she had a homeless encampment she had to walk around to get home from the bus in 2022 that she did not feel safe walking by. I did not feel safe walking by the camping trailers with homeless people living on the inside either. Some of them looked like they struggled with drug addiction and mental issues. Even worse, some of these homeless individuals had threatening dogs that liked to lunge at people that walked too close to their camping trailers. 

After Tanya came home, she was then trapped because I had the car. She could not drive to a grocery store, a gym, a hiking trail, or go anywhere she wanted involving a car because I had the car for my job. Again, she never complained, but I could feel that she felt constrained. I felt like she made many sacrifices so I could engage with voters. 

After watching the news, she would say to me, ‘I wish there was something else I could do.’ 
I would respond, ‘What do you mean? You are doing a lot. You are sacrificing taking a bus each day from work and supporting me so I can work so hard for our democracy.’ 

Tanya did not want to knock on doors, phone bank, organize campaign events, or work on a campaign. It was not her cup of tea to do what I did for political organizing. I respected her for that. I thanked her every chance I could for the sacrifices she made so I could work on political campaigns in 2022, 2024, and the spring of 2025. If you ever get a chance to meet Tanya, I hope you will thank her for all she did to help me be a climate and democracy organizer.
 
Taking Tanya to work each morning was draining for me. I am a night owl. I like to stay up past midnight to read, surf the internet and social media, and write. I then had to set my alarm clock early to take Tanya to work. This meant I had to drag myself out of bed when I wanted to sleep longer so she could get an early start working at her job around 7 am. Many mornings, I just wanted to stay in bed. At the same time, it was a chance to be with her for a few minutes while I dropped her off at work since I would not see her until I came home from work that evening. 

One of the few perks of taking Tanya to work early in the morning is sometimes I got to see glorious sun rises. On October 30th, I saw spectacular sun rise that was breath taking. As I drove Tanya to work, I noticed the pre-dawn sky to the east of us was pink absorbing the sun light while the sun was still below the horizon. Mt. Hood was visible to the east that morning with a healthy snowpack of autumn snow.  The mountain cast its own lighthouse beacon like shadow as the sun approached the horizon near Mt. Hood. Just the little glimpse I saw while taking Tanya to work inspired me that I must go to a nearby scenic spot to admire this sunrise. 

I knew immediately I had to drive to my favorite nearby viewpoint where I can a full view of Mt. Hood. It was a local protected duck pond that I liked to walk to on many days to admire the mountain and take photos. After dropping Tanya off at work, I drove directly to the duck pond to see the sunrise. The sun had not yet peaked over the horizon. However, it created a bright white glow on the horizon as the sun rose behind the distant clouds. The clouds behind and above Mt. Hood where first a brilliant salmon pink color and then the clouds turned to an orangish hue the sun approached the horizon. This was one of the best sunrises I saw in my years of walking and driving to the duck pond to see the early morning dawn sky there. 

This sunrise was what I needed as I became more tired of canvassing with the election less than a week away. Thank goodness I drove Tanya to work that morning, and I did not stay in bed. 

Playing Pickleball with Tanya for the first time on our wedding anniversary 

Two days later, Friday, November 1st, was the 9th wedding anniversary for Tanya and me. Because of how supportive she was of my political canvassing, plus I cherish every chance I can to spend time with her, I asked her what she wanted to do for our anniversary. Both of us worked during that day, but we could easily have a fun date that evening. 

When I canvassed in Troutdale in mid-October, I noticed a new pickleball would be opening soon, East County Pickleball. For a couple of years, Tanya and I wanted to try practicing or playing pickleball together. Tanya told me that she wanted to play pickleball for our anniversary. During the week of October 28th, I made a reservation for Tanya and I to play for an hour at this new Pickleball multi-court facility, which as a 20 minute drive east of us. Next to East County Pickleball in the same strip mall was a Thai restaurant that we ate at years prior that we liked. 

When I made a reservation for East County Pickleball, the confirmation email stated that one of their rules was for players to “have proper foot attire for court play (non-marking court shoes). No BLACK SOLES on the courts, unless they are non-marking court shoes.” 

Gulp! All I had was black and dark soled shoes. Thus, the night before we played pickleball, I drove to a nearby shoe store to buy a pair of shoes with light colored soles so I would not scuff up their brand-new pickle ball courts. I wanted this to be a successful anniversary date! 

This was a terrific anniversary date. The Thai dinner was deliciously. However, we could not escape politics and the election because the mounted flat screen TVs in the Chiang Rai Thai Cuisine showed Fox News with Donald Trump getting ready to give a speech at his next campaign election rally. We mostly ignored it though to enjoy our dinner and time together. We then walked next door at this small Troutdale strip mall to the new pickle ball facility. 

This new pickleball facility was spacious with 12 courts, with only a few courts reserved that evening. The place had a great atmosphere with old school and newer pop songs played on their sound system. The owner checked us in. She was welcoming, gregarious, and a pleasure to make small talk. Everything was freshly painted with pleasing light blue and beige colors on the pickleball courts. It felt like a hip and joyful place to be to learn, practice, or even seriously become a devoted pickleball player. 

Tanya and I had a blast laughing as we practiced hitting the pickle ball back and for to each other across the net. Before we knew it, the middle-aged couple next to us asked if we would want to join them in a mixed doubles game. Tanya and I knew nothing of pickle ball game rules. We followed their lead. They were patient, generous, and kind teaching us the rules, how the game is scored, where to position ourselves on the court, etc. 

Before we knew it, our paid one-hour reservation had expired. We were glad we tried pickleball together for our anniversary. We enjoyed the experience so much that we started coming back to play pickle ball there for several times afterwards on a monthly basis. Playing pickleball that evening was a great way to be for Tanya and I to be together. Even better, we forget about politics, canvassing, and the upcoming Presidential election for a few hours. 

Stay tuned for the next part of this blog:
Part 4: My actions and reactions to the November 2024 U.S. Presidential Election 

“Democracy is not something you believe in or a place to hang your hat, 
but it’s something you do. You participate. If you stop doing it, democracy crumbles.”
– Activist, writer and speaker Abbie Hoffman

Since the January 6, 2021, an insurrection attack on the U.S. Capitol by a violent mob of Donald Trump supporters trying to overthrow the U.S. Government election results, I am worried about our American democracy. Before the January 6th insurrection, I took it for granted that it was strong and would always exist. 

After January 6th, I switched from being strictly a climate organizer to a climate and democracy organizer. To document my lifelong shift in thinking, I wrote an 8-part blog from October to December 2023, For Climate Action, let’s protect our democracy. 

I followed up those writings with a related blog I posted in April 2024, For Climate Action, be kind to people knocking at your door. The blog was about my dedication and frustration to knocking on doors in in the Portland OR metro area as a U.S. Census Enumerator in 2020 and as a paid political canvasser/field organizer for the 2022 midterm elections. I wanted to uphold our democracy and to urge my fellow community members to vote for support Democratic candidates who would pass strong climate bills and uphold our democracy. 

With the Oregon Primary Election happening in May 2024 and the general election looming on November 5, 2024, I was eager to engage with voters to urge them to support strong Democratic candidates that would stand up for our democracy from the rising threat of authoritarianism. This multi-part blog is an account of my actions January to November 2024. I will then conclude about my reaction to the 2024 election and what actions we should take now. 

Part 1: Organizing and canvassing for our democracy in the spring and summer of 2024 
Part 2: Rough times and the friendly cats when I canvassed in summer and fall 2024  
Part 3: The Good and Bad Personal Moments canvassing in the autumn of 2024 
Part 4: My actions and reactions to the November 2024 U.S. Presidential Election

Part 2: Rough Times and the friendly cats when I canvassed in summer and fall 2024  

Helping people in search of government services while canvassing in the fall of 2024 

After that August trip to Washington state, I had almost no breaks from canvassing until the November 5th election. My East County Rising supervisor, Billy Fish, assigned me to work 6 days a week as a field organizer knocking on doors. Except for dates with Tanya to attend a lecture to see Heather Cox Richardson on September 17^th  in downtown Portland and seeing the Oregon Symphony perform a live accompaniment to the 1977 film Close Encounters of the Third Kind on September 28th, plus I went to a book lecture and signing climate scientist Aryana Johnson on October 4th, I canvassed nearly all the time up until the November Election Day. I had one day off a week for me, but that did not feel like enough for me to recharge spirit and energy. 

The most rewarding part of canvassing was playing a small role to try to help people in dire circumstances. This happened at least three times during the campaign. 

On Friday morning, August 2nd, I canvassed for Representative Hoa Nguyen’s campaign in southeast Portland when I chatted with a constituent named Susan who needed help for her family. (names changed to protect their identity) Susan gave me permission from to give her phone number to Rep. Nguyen’s staff. Susan lived with her daughter, Sarah. 

Susan told me four family members total lived in their household. Susan was a full-time caregiver for her daughter Sarah, who had epilepsy for years. Sarah struggled getting approval for disability status in Oregon. They felt like the system refused to help them and they felt discouraged. I shared Hoa’s background as an education specialist with a focus to get students back into school and then help connect them with services so they can attend school. 

Even more, Sarah’s partner dealt with tumors on her uterus. Susan shared with me that her daughter-in-law Audra desperately wanted to work, possibly from home, but she will need accommodation for her disability. 

I received this reply from Hoa’s legislative staff, “Thank you so much for reaching out to us and connecting our office with this constituent. I will happily reach out to them via phone to provide some assistance in any way I can. It may take a few follow-ups with our legislative contacts at ODHS, but I will jump on this right away.

I really appreciate you letting us know about this! Thank you for your continued advocacy and engagement with our office.”

This felt so empowering for me to be able to connect this family with the legislator’s constituent services to see how they could help them. 

August 11^th, I had another constituent who needed help getting connected to services. It was a married couple from Myanmar. The wife’s name showed up as a registered voter in Rep. Nguyen’s district. The first thing they said, “We are not American citizens, so we cannot vote.” 

However, her name showed up on my VAN app canvassing list, so I assumed that she could vote. I told them that she could vote. Thus, I tried to find out if they could vote. The husband told me that they have these print out cards from the Oregon Health Authority. He wants to know where to go to the healthcare clinic and what is the name of the healthcare clinic. 

Even more, the man just moved to the U.S. from Myanmar, and he was looking for a job. He spoke pretty good English. In addition, he was fluent European Spanish (he emphasized that he did not understand Mexican or South American Spanish well). He wanted to get a job but unsure how to get one. 

He worked as a tour guide in Myanmar for years where he regularly used English and Spanish.

I passed along this information to Aaron on Rep. Nguyen’s staff. He replied he was happy to contact them directly. He thought there were a few different services that would be helpful. 

Aaron later advised me to be careful in these situations because the wife could not vote. He soon broke the news to her that she could not vote. She was not an American citizen. She was a registered driver in Oregon. In Oregon, when someone registers to drive in the DMV they are automatically registered to vote, unless they opt out. Thus, our VAN voter database incorrectly listed her as a voter. He warned me to be careful in these situations because we could be accused of trying to encourage noncitizens to vote. I appreciated his words of wisdom. 

On August 25, I had a conversation with a constituent, Jody, who could use some help/advice with constituent services that I emailed to Aaron. 

Jody’s daughter had a drug addict problem and Jody was concerned for her granddaughter. She wanted to adopt her, but she was unsure how to complete the paperwork. Jody had bad past experiences with Oregon Department of Human Services (DHS) when she was struggling to make ends meet trying to raise her family. They refused to be helpful in her situation. If she wanted to go to college to improve her job situation, they would threaten to cut her benefits. 

I was eager for Aaron to engage with Jody. Aaron replied that he would connect with her and see how he could help her. 

On October 20, I chatted with a constituent of Rep. Ricki Ruiz in south Gresham, Oregon. This woman was upset because she lived in an apartment with a lease that stated, ‘No smoking.’ Unfortunately, her downstairs neighbor constantly smoked marijuana and the apartment building was not well insulated. The pot smoke drifted up through weak points in the ventilation system. She was an asthmatic with young kids. She was irritated with her apartment manager refusing to do anything about it. When she brought up this matter, the manager would say that he needed proof before they could act. I asked Ricki’s Chief of Staff Omar Sandoval if he knew of anyone for the City of Gresham that could help her while keeping her complaint anonymous. 

Hopefully, my interactions with these constituents in the summer and fall on 2024 helped improved their lives in some small way. 

My worst day of knocking on doors in a rural area outside of Damacus, Oregon 

At the other extreme, on September 8^th, I had the most hostile encounter with anyone I had ever canvassed. I knocked on doors in a rural area in Clackamas County south of the Portland metro area. It was a lovely summer Sunday afternoon with clear skies and a perfect day to be walking out in the country. The downside was that the houses were far apart with very long driveways and the properties were separated by vast fields or lawns. Because the houses were a far distance from each other, the good news was that I got a lot of walking exercise that day. I got selfie photos with a friendly horse and another with a baby goat. 

I knocked on the door of one family where it turned out that the man that answered the door was clearly a Trump supporter. He remarked, ‘I am not in favor of any of your candidates. However, can I get you some cold water to drink?’ 

He then offered for me to come inside his home on this warm September day so he could refill my water bottle with cold water, and he allowed me to use the restroom. It made me feel proud to be an American at that moment that we can still meet people who disagree with us about politics. Yet, we can still be neighborly and supportive to each other. 

I love animals. It was a thrill encountering a friendly horse and baby goat that day. When I was walking by a chain linked fence, a curious horse came up to say hello. I took three selfies with the horse, including one with Rep. Hoa Nguyen’s campaign. Later that day, I posted the horse photos on social media, especially the one with me holding up the campaign lit, to promote Hoa Nguyen’s re-election campaign. 

Towards the end of the day, the baby goat was loose from the farm it resided. It looked separated from a group of goats on a nearby property. It followed me down the road like I could somehow get it home. I did not have answers for this goat. However, it allowed me to take two selfie photos with it. Seeing the farm animals was the best part of that day. 

My low point of the day happened in the middle of the afternoon. I walked down one very side road to a large two-story house with a lively party happening on the inside. The person who answered the door lectured me that “people around here don’t like people walking around on people’s doors. This ain’t Portland and there ain’t no sidewalks here. People get suspicious when they see someone walking around knocking on doors.” 

I found his comments odd because I had met nothing but kind and polite people in this rural area. I just ignored him when he lectured me. I just smiled and I did not say anything. 

I turned around to walk further up the street. He then yelled at me, “This is a private street, and you need to go away.” 

I didn’t like his condescending tone towards me. It’s like my humanity didn’t exist for him and I didn’t want to give him any satisfaction that he could just order me around. I didn’t even look at him. I had one more house to canvas on that street. I then went up to the final house, which I thought was the address I needed to canvas. The house was totally empty. There were no blinds as I walked by the front windows, revealing no furniture inside. It looked dusty and abandoned for a long period of time. I then turned around to leave this house and side street. As I left that lonely house, the hostile individual came roaring up to me full speed on his four-wheeler. He then shouted at me, “Didn’t I tell you to leave this private street? That other house is empty and belongs to me. Did you not hear what I was telling you? Are you deaf?” I kept walking with my eyes straight ahead trying not to notice him. He temper exploded, “Did you not hear me?” 

I felt full of fear and dread. I stated as I walked, “I am just doing my job, which you are making it hard for me to do. I am leaving your street right now!”

Another two-story house was on this street that did not belong to him. He raced the four-wheeler in front of that house to then block it make sure I would not canvass that door, even though it was not on my list. He then swiftly rode the four-wheeler back to his house watching me the whole time. He acted like he owned the whole street. Oddly, one other property owner lived on that street. As I left the street, I took a photo of the signs. The top sign stated: “Caution: Speed Bumps Ahead.” The bottom sign read: “Speed Limit 5 MPH.” There was no private property sign. 

This incident emotionally shook me. I was alarmed that my stubbornness almost got me in a dangerous situation where I could have been injured or worse. I somehow endured through an incident where my life felt threatened. It was a quiet area with few cars traveling around. Yet, I could hear my heart beating in my chest very loud from what just happened. 

Friendly Cats when I was canvassing in the summer and fall of 2024 

Although that guy left a very searing memory in my mind, I was comforted by the many friendly cats when I canvassed from the end of July to November 5, 2024. 

It seemed like I encountered very loving and kind cats on numerous days when I canvassed in the summer and fall of 2024. Some of these cats were probably hungry and wanted food. Some of these cats lobbied me to let them inside their owners’ home. Some were just curious about me wondering what I was doing in their neighbor. Other cats just loved people and wanted affection from me. Whatever the reason, the friendly cats were the best part of canvassing. At one point, I had seven days in a row with a friendly cat to greet me. The cats made the grind of the long days and the many humans slamming their doors in my face well worth it. 

I don’t want to anthropomorphize the cats. At the same time, on my worst days, the friendly cats seemed to cross my path to say, ‘You got this, dude! Don’t let the rude human bastards get you down! I care about you! Oh, by the way, can you scratch my chin, rub my back, let me inside, and give me some food while you here?’ 

One of the first cats I remembered was a very friendly black cat in the Powellhurst-Gilbert working class neighborhood in southeast Portland. It was a hot weekday on August 13^th. I knocked on someone’s door, but they were not home. It sounded like there were teenagers inside having fun playing video games. They did not answer the door, which was fine by me. 

At the edge of the porch, curious slender black cat came up to me wanting its chin scratched and its back rubbed. It may have wanted me to let it inside. I took three photos with the cat. It did not seem to mind at all. I probably spent close to 10 minutes interacting with this cat on this porch. The kids and maybe the adults did not seem to care. They never opened the door to check on the cat or me. I finally said goodbye to the cat, so I could get some work done knocking on doors that day. I returned to this neighborhood on September 4th. I was shocked this same friendly black cat greeted me again and I took a selfie with it. 

In between seeing this short haired black cat, I encountered a long-haired black cat in a secluded upscale neighborhood in outer southeast Portland that wanted to get know me. 

I saw many different breeds of friendly cats when I canvassed in the summer and autumn of 2024. I had a sweet Siamese cat in front of a low-income apartment in southeast Portland. 

I had a white and beige fluffy long-haired cat that wanted attention in the Centennial neighborhood in southeast Portland. It did not mind that I took selfie photo with it. None of the friendly cats cared that I took self-photographs with them on my iPhone. The only constraint was not the cats. Sometimes the sun would be at odd angles behind a tree or building late in the day that would make it too dark to photograph the cats. The cats were not bothered that the lighting was too poor to photograph them. That was my problem, not there’s. 

I had a gregarious Russian blue that I took a selfie photo with me in the Gresham Butte neighborhood on September 29th. I had a lovely black and white tuxedo cat come up to me for affection on October 6th. This cat did the stop, flop, and roll maneuver on the hard pavement. My understanding is that the flop and roll action that cats do is to show you that they like you and trust you. When cats do that, they are exposing their soft underbelly, which they would never want to show that vulnerable area to predators. When the cats roll on their backs and show that soft area to humans, they are basically saying, ‘I like you and I trust you.’ 

On October 5, 2024, it rained hard in Gresham. I got soaked canvassing. I just wanted to give up and go to my lovely apartment. I hated my job that day. At my worst moment, a middle-aged Latino woman encouraged me to sit on her porch. She got a cup of coffee for me. I strongly dislike the taste of coffee. However, gesture was so kind that I had to drink some of it. The hot temperature of the water warming me up and the aroma of the coffee uplifted me in that moment. While she insisted I have a seat on her porch, she went digging through her house and car parked in her garage desperately trying to find an umbrella for me. All her generosity brought tenderness to my soul and a rejuvenation to canvass this neighborhood some more. 

The rain continued to pour hard. I canvassed more, but I had a difficult time locating one house listed on my canvassing phone app. I walked back and forth by this Victorian style house on a corner. I had such a hard time trying to find the address of a specific house that I wanted to go home and stop canvassing. On the porch of that Victorian House, a grey and white calico cat came out to greet me. It acted like it knew I was having a horrible day. It decided to be friendly and seemed to want to say to me: ‘Everything is going to be alright! Don’t give up!’
 
That cat in that moment provided so much comfort for me. It only wanted to interact with me for a few minutes before heading on. However, I will always appreciate that cat and that manifestation of the universe giving me joy and comfort on that blah grey cold rainy day. 

On another cool grey autumn day in October, I canvassed a middle-class suburban neighborhood in Troutdale, Oregon. I felt like I was making good progress knocking on a lot of doors that day. Not that many people were home, so I went through my big list of homes somewhat quickly. When I walked up the steps to knock on the door on one gray split level home, a long-haired gray and white hefty cat greeted me.
 
I then sat on the steps to allow the cat to approach me. The cat hobbled towards me because it only had 3 legs. One of its back legs was missing. This cat wanted lots of attention, but it also indicated that it wanted to be let inside. I tried to explain to the cat that I didn’t have a key or way to let the cat inside. The cat didn’t understand my excuse. After I petted the cat on the steps for a while, I walked down the rest of the steps to start heading to my next house. 

The 3-legged cat then followed me down the steps and the paved sideway. It wanted more attention from me while also still pleading with me to let it inside the house. I tried to explain to the cat again that I did not have an ability to let it inside. It then followed me through vegetated assortment of wild plants in the front yard. It seemed happy exploring the front yard while continuing to be curious about me. I then told the cat again that I had work to do and I had to leave. Finally, the cat got the message and headed back to the front porch. 

The cat then meowed on the front steps on the porch. This time, a human that I could not see cracked open the front door to let the cat inside. I thought it was hilarious that the whole time a human decided to avoid me while I interacted with their cat outside. Even more funny, I kept explaining to the cat that I could not let the cat inside because I thought nobody was home and the door was locked. The human waited for me to leave to let the cat back inside.

I never held it against anyone who did not want to answer the door. I would rather have someone not answer the door than to yell at me and slam the door in my face. Ultimately, the cat won because it went inside like it wanted the whole time. Actually, all of us won! The person inside did not have to talk with me. I did not have to talk to a person who did not want to chat with me. The cat got attention from a new person and then it was let back inside. 

Cats have an interesting if not mischievous sense of humor. On November 1st when I canvassed on streets not far from my home in my neighborhood, a curious Russian Blue breed cat approached me. I kneeled down to its level to interact with it and give it attention. I laid my canvassing bad next to me so I could focus on the cat. The next thing I knew, this grey cat plopped on top of my work bag so I could fully devote myself to it. I gave it a full neck and back massage for several minutes. I then had to find a way to reclaim my tote bag from the cat to continue canvassing. I snapped a photo of the cat on top of my bag. However, I don’t remember the cat’s reaction when I decided to reclaim the bag and continue canvassing. 

For East County Rising, we had a Signal chat for all the field organizers to stay in communications. On Signal, I would post my selfies with the cats to the delight of my co-workers. They liked my cat selfie posts so much that they started posting their own interactions with cats while canvassing, as well as friendly encounters with dogs, and other humorous happenings they experienced while door knocking. 

By the time the November 5th election came, I had worked 7 days in a row and  36 out of 40 days knocking on doors in Portland OR for ECR to urge local voters to vote for local Democratic candidates. I felt bone tired. 

On Sunday, November 3rd, I had a rough day canvassing in northeast Portland. I walked up 3 steps to a small house in the working-class neighborhood of Sumner in northeast Portland. When I moved toward the front door on the porch, my leg fell through a square hole on the porch that I did not see in time. It startled me to suddenly fall inside fancy designed air space. It was scared I had injured my leg, but I was only shaken up by the experience. This shock to my system, while I was thankfully ok, was another indication to me that I wanted to be finished with the canvassing that would end on election day, Tuesday, November 5th. 

As I felt jarred from falling through that spot on the porch, I stumbled across a friendly 
cat late in the afternoon. I walked up to a porch to knock on a door. No one answered so I rolled up the campaign lit and placed it in between the doorknob and the door frame. A black cat then came up to me wondering what I was doing and if I could give it attention. I spent several minutes doing my best to make this cat happy. I sat on this porch so long hanging with the cat that I think that the owner came to the door wondering what was going on outside. 

Just one hour after I engaged with this friendly black and white cat in northeast Portland on November 3rd, I saw a brown banner in front of someone’s home that read, 
“C.L.A.W.S: Cat Lovers Against White Supremacy.” 

Anyway, this friendly cat and that banner was the comfort I needed to get through the last 48 hours of knocking on doors to urge last minute voters to turn in their ballots. Just a few minutes later, I knocked on someone’s door of a middle-aged woman. When I said I was knocking on doors for the election campaign, she got excited: “Oh good! I am filling out my ballot right now and I am trying to figure out who I should vote for!” 

She let me inside her home. I then sat at her kitchen table with her and I gave her my recommendations for the candidates and ballot measures she should vote for on her ballot. She was appreciative and thrilled that I knocked on her door because she felt overwhelmed filling out her election ballot with only a couple days left to vote. I wanted to thank all the lovable cats who kept me going to reach this undecided voter with just a couple days left before election day. 

Again, it felt like friendly cats were placed in my path when I canvassed that fall to keep my spirit strong. Cats live in their own worlds, but it almost felt like they wanted American democracy to succeed. I doubt there is any research on this. However, cats probably thrive better in democracies than authoritarian governments, and cats probably somehow know this. 

The stress of canvassing when someone threatened to call the police on me 

If friendly cats were one of the best perks of canvassing, the angry people were the worst part of the job. On Saturday, September 14th, I had a busy day canvassing in Gresham, Oregon. Many homeowners had doorbell cameras. That makes my job as a canvasser easier. I ring the doorbell camera, and the homeowner looks on their smart phone app to see who is at their door. Most people can tell I am a political canvasser, so they don’t answer the door. I made sure I held up my candidate slate card lit so they can clearly see what I am placing at their door, and then I left. The doorbell cameras saved me from many uncomfortable conversations with homeowners who don’t want to talk with me. 

Occasionally, someone would answer the voice command speaker to ask me who I was and what I wanted. I explained I was leaving behind voter information about the election. On this day, the homeowner on the speaker said, ‘Don’t leave anything at my door!’ 

At this point, I canvassed full time for about a month. I was tired of many people slamming their doors in my face and being rude. I approached every door being humble and friendly. Yet, it felt like I lost a bit of my soul every time a person was antagonistic with me. When the person snarled, ‘Don’t leave anything at my door,’ I had enough of people being nasty with me, so I left the campaign lit at his door anyway. 

He then yelled over the speaker, “I am going to call the cops on you!” 

My thinking was: ‘Good ahead! I worked on the spring 2024 Gresham Safety ballot imitative for more funding for police and firefighters. The big reason for that ballot measure was that Gresham Police was understaffed and overworked. It took on average around 30 minutes for them to respond to 911 residential calls. Even then, it could take longer due to other robberies and violent crimes happening at the same time. I doubt they will make it a priority to respond to your complaint that someone left election information at your door without permission.’ 

I then canvassed other houses in this neighborhood. However, I felt paranoid the police would come get me. In fact, two Gresham Police cars drove by that afternoon, but they paid no attention to me. My heart level raced whenever I saw the Police cars thinking I would get busted. I then decided the stress of thinking the Police might confront me was too much. In the future, I would not be spiteful to homeowners who insisted to not eave anything at their door. 

The next day, Sunday, September 15th, I had some voters yelling and acting hostile to me. For Monday, September 16th, Billy sent me turfs for the same streets I had canvassed in the last few weeks. I was worried about browbeating the same voters. I asked him if I could take Monday, September 16th and Tuesday, September 17th off work, and he readily agreed. 

Stay tuned for for the next part of this blog:
Part 3: The Good and Bad Personal Moments canvassing in the autumn of 2024

 

“We don’t agonize. We organize” 
– Democratic Congresswoman and former Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi

Democracy. It is defined by Meriam Webster’s Dictionary as

“1. Government by the people:rule of the majority. 
    a.  A form of government in which the people elect representatives to make decisions, policies, laws, etc. according to law. 
    b.  a form of government in which the people vote directly against or in favor of decisions, policies, laws, etc.”

Since the January 6, 2021, an insurrection attack on the U.S. Capitol by a violent mob of Donald Trump supporters trying to overthrow the U.S. Government election results, I am worried about our American democracy. Before the January 6th insurrection, I took it for granted that it was strong and would always exist. 

After January 6th, I switched from being strictly a climate organizer to a climate and democracy organizer. To document my lifelong shift in thinking, I wrote an 8-part blog from October to December 2023, For Climate Action, let’s protect our democracy. 

I followed up those writings with a related blog I posted in April 2024, For Climate Action, be kind to people knocking at your door. The blog was about my dedication and frustration to knocking on doors in in the Portland OR metro area as a U.S. Census Enumerator in 2020 and as a paid political canvasser/field organizer for the 2022 midterm elections. I wanted to uphold our democracy and to urge my fellow community members to vote for support Democratic candidates who would pass strong climate bills and uphold our democracy. 

With the Oregon Primary Election happening in May 2024 and the general election looming on November 5, 2024, I was eager to engage with voters to urge them to support strong Democratic candidates that would stand up for our democracy from the rising threat of authoritarianism. This multi-part blog is an account of my actions January to November 2024. I will then conclude about my reaction to the 2024 election and what actions we should take now. 

Part 1: Organizing and canvassing for our democracy in the spring and summer of 2024 
Part 2: Rough times and the friendly cats when I canvassed in summer and fall 2024  
Part 3: The Good and Bad Personal Moments canvassing in the autumn of 2024 
Part 4: My actions and reactions to the November 2024 U.S. Presidential Election

Part 1: Organizing and Canvassing for our democracy in the spring and summer of 2024 

From February to April 2024, I helped the Portland Citizens’ Climate Lobby (CCL) chapter organize a Congressional Candidate Climate Forum on April 18, 2024. It was attended by Multnomah County Commissioner Susheela Jayapal and Oregon Representative Maxine Dexter. I felt that the that candidate forum that I helped organize was a success. It may have played an important role in getting Dr. Maxine Dexter to win the Democracy primary on May 21st and elected to Congress on November 5, 2024.

In the middle of planning for this CCL candidate forum, in the second week of April 2024, Tanya and I took week-long trip back to St. Louis, Missouri to see family. Even more, this trip centered around a day long road trip to southern Illinois to see the solar eclipse on April 8, 2024. Seeing the eclipse was one of the highlights of my life. Months later, I blogged about it, 2024 Solar Eclipse Renewed me to take Climate Action. 

On May 1st, after the CCL candidate forum, I worked for East County Rising (ECR) as a field organizer, also known as a canvasser, to knock on doors to urge voters to support their endorsed candidates for the May 21^st Oregon primary election. I later blogged about this experience on the highs and lows of knocking on doors for the May 2024 Oregon Primary Election. 

A quick vacation to Crater Lake National Park after the May 2024 election primary 

After one day the primary election, Tanya and I took a much needed four-day vacation from May 22^nd to May 27^th visit Crater Lake National Park in southern Oregon to go snowshoeing. It felt great get my mind off politics, elections, and trying to persuade people to vote.
 
The weather was beautiful on the Crater Lake rim when we snowshoed on that Thursday afternoon and Friday all day. On Thursday afternoon, the sky was clear with a stunning blue with no haze and just a few clouds. There was little to no wind, so the lake was a giant mirror reflecting the small band of clouds and deep blue sky. Friday was an overcast cooler day, reminding us that winter had not given up its grip on Crater Lake for the season. 

We have each owned pair of snowshoes for years. It was enjoyable to use them at Crater Lake where they still had a healthy snowpack of over 8 feet of snow on the ground at an elevation over 7,000 feet. I worked at Crater Lake during the summers from 1992 to 2017. It brought back a lot of memories since I spent a good portion of my life there. The park was just as splendid, awe inspiring, and serene as I remembered. At the same time, I was glad to just be a visitor, and I liked my life since 2017 of organizing for climate action. 

The calendar said May 25th. However, we had dinner at a picnic table by the Mazama Motor Inn cabin we were staying in the park. The elevation there is just over 6,000 feet. We had walls of snow surrounding us as we ate toasted hot dogs for dinner with a side of chopped broccoli. The temperature was probably a balmy 50 degrees, but the mounts of snow around us looked like we were having dinner in Greenland or Antarctica.

On Saturday, May 25th, we drove back to Portland leaving to travel north of the park on Highway 138 to see the various spectacular waterfalls on that route. We enjoyed walking on the short trails to see these waterfalls, such as Watson Falls, Tokatee Falls, and Susan Creek Falls. The falls were all roaring strong from a hearty winter snowpack that fed them high upstream in the distance. It was Saturday of Memorial Weekend. The popular waterfalls on this route certainly had other visitors, especially family groups, admiring them. It was not crowded though.

As soon as I returned from this trip, I prepared for my next excursion to Washington D.C. June 7-12 to attend the CCL conference and lobby day. Much later, I blogged about that trip, especially the highpoint of my thrill meeting U.S. Congressman Jamie Raskin.

Visits to Portland Oregon from my friend Itzel Morales and my mom Fran Ettling 

The next day, I flew back home to Portland, Oregon. On the flight back, I had magnificent views of Mt. Hood out the window as the plane descended into Portland on this lovely summer day. 

The next weekend, my friend from Climate Reality Project, Itzel Morales Lagunes, visited with Tanya and me after she had attended a wellness conference near the Columbia River Gorge. Itzel and I were co-presenters at the Climate Reality Los Angeles Training in August 2018. I enjoyed co-creating and jointly delivering that presentation. I admired her enthusiasm, optimism for the future, the hard work she put into this presentation, all her climate work, and her flexibility in meshing our presentations together. Tanya and I were delighted that Itzel wanted to stay with us in Portland and spend time with us. We had very few out of town visitors in our 7 years living there. We were excited to show her our area. 

We first met at the Tryon Creek State Natural Area in southwest Portland, a 15-minute drive from downtown Portland. It was summer so the forest was lush green. This 658 acre heavily forested park featured 8 miles of hiking trails. We walked for about a mile so Itzel could get the feel of a Pacific Northwest forest. Tryon Creek is Oregon’s only state park within a major metropolitan area. It’s a second growth forest of deciduous and evergreen trees. This shady canyon valley with the meandering Tryon Creek wandering through provided a suitable environment for trees so tall it was hard to see the tops of them. 

After we got a good feel for this park, we then drove Itzel to see the Portland International Park Rose Test Garden. The brilliantly colored roses were at their peak for the summer creating a joyful spectacle for our eyes. The bright color range of red, pink, orange, yellow, and other fabulous variety of roses were a must to take many photos with our cameras. We then took Itzel to see the outside of the Pittock Mansion with its broad high view of the Portland skyline. 

From the Pittock Mansion, we walked a mile for Itzel to see the Redwood Deck at Hoyt Arboretum in Washington Park. The park contains 70 redwood trees — including coast redwoods (the earliest of which was planted in 1931) and giant sequoias. Since their planting almost 100 years ago, these trees grew to an impressive height and girth. From the deck and hike among the trees, it feels like one gets a small taste of Redwood and Sequoia National Parks in California.

The next day, Tanya and I made sure Itzel got to see the most accessible and impressive waterfalls in the Columbia River Gorge. 

My mom Fran Ettling came to visit Tanya and me for four days at the end of June. She also wanted to see the Rose Garden. The roses were still looked fabulous just two weeks after my previous visit with Tanya and Itzel. I insisted on taking Portland’s public transit, TriMet buses and MAX commuter trains, to travel over an hour from our home into the city. My 84-year-old mom did great on public transit. She enjoyed taking TriMet. It reminded of her when she used to take the streetcars growing up in St. Louis, Missouri. 

My mom requested for Tanya, her, and me to have a dinner at the Portland City Grill, which it located on the 30^th floor of the U.S. Bankcorp Tower in downtown Portland. The restaurant has big windows with terrific views of the city, surrounding area, and sightings of Mt. Hood, Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Adams on clear days. It is a tradition when my mom comes to visit us in Portland to have dinner there every time from 2019 onwards. 

Attending and even speaking at Oregon Legislators campaign kick off events 

After my mom left Portland, it was time for me to network to see if I could work for a legislative campaign for the 2024 election season. I came to the campaign kickoff event for Rep. Ricki Ruiz in Gresham, Oregon on June 22nd. On June 30th, Rep. Zach Hudson asked me to give a short speech to introduce him as his campaign kickoff event in Troutdale. 

This was the first time that an elected leader asked me to give an introduction for them. I was honored to do that. Even more, Zach is a kind, decent, humble man, and dedicated public servant. I made sure that I crafted an introductory speech that Zach would be proud. 

Here are the remarks that I gave at the Kickoff Campaign even for Zach: 

Introduction to Representative Zach Hudson at Campaign Kick off

Thank you for coming to Representative Zach Hudson’s Campaign Kick Off event today. My name is Brian Ettling. I am a friend of Zach’s who has known him for several years. 

Zach wanted me to introduce him because he has admired me for years as a local climate organizer. I was honored because I am not a constituent, but I live just a few blocks away from his district at NE 158^th and Sandy. 

My story is that I worked 25 years as a seasonal park ranger at Crater Lake National Park in southern Oregon. I loved being a park ranger, but sadly I saw the impacts of climate change there with a diminishing annual snowpack and more intense wildfire seasons. At times, the wildfire smoke was hazardous to breathe and forced visitors with health issues to cancel their vacations. I became so worried about climate change that I quit my summer job at Crater Lake in 2017 to organize and lobby for climate action. Thus, I have lobbied Oregon legislators to pass climate policies since 2018. 

Zach and I first met when he was running for office in 2020. I must have made quite an impression because he immediately asked me to endorse his campaign. Zach was the first candidate for office to ever ask me for his endorsement. Zach listed me as one of his endorsers in the 2022 Oregon Voters pamphlet. It was exciting because that was the one and only time my name has ever appeared in an Oregon Voters Pamphlet. 

I have always been proud to support Zach because he truly does listen when I chat with him about climate policy bills that I urged him to support. He has always treated me like I matter and he truly cares about me. I have had other elected officials and legislators besides Zach who have always treated me with kindness and truly listened to me who are here today. 

However, I have had a few negative experiences lobbying in Washington D.C. and Salem with elected officials who have not treated me well. They acted bored, uninterested, and it was beneath their time when I tried to chat with them. Incidentally, U.S. Senator Ted Cruz grumbled and refused to even acknowledge me when I said hello to him at the U.S. Capitol exactly one year ago. We are all very thankful that Zach is no Ted Cruz. 

I know for sure that Zach truly cares about me. However, I also have been around Zach long enough to know that he truly cares about you. Zach has lived in East Multnomah County for 18 years with his wife and three children. He truly cares about our community. He treats everyone like a neighbor. 

Zach has taught at Gresham High School, Corbett High School, Reynolds High School and Mount Hood Community College. At the moment, he substitute-teaches at local schools while the legislature is not in session. He cares about quality education not just for his kids, but for your kids, all the kids in our community, and his students. 

Since serving in the Oregon Legislature in 2021, Zach collaborated with legislators on both sides of the aisle on bills to help working families, first responders, students, and Oregon’s natural areas. Zach currently serves as the Vice-Chair of the House Education Committee, Chair of the House Higher Education Committee, and on the House Business and Labor Committee.

Zach loves the communities of East Multnomah County, and he enjoys getting involved. He served on the Troutdale City Council, the Troutdale Citizens Advisory Committee and the Troutdale Budget Committee, and he helped organize the Troutdale SummerFest for many years.

As someone who lives in east Multnomah County, I applaud the efforts of Senator Chris Gorsek, Rep. Ricki Ruiz, Zach and other to fight hard to keep open the Legacy Mt. Hood Birthing Center. 

As a climate organizer, I deeply appreciate all of Zach’s efforts in the Oregon Legislature to fight to

• Continue the electric vehicle rebate program
• Limit the impact of megafarms
• Reform the Oregon Forest Resources Institute
• Divest the State Treasury from investments in coal
• Monitor and support marine reserves 
• Increase state use of clean energy technology

I know I can always count on him to support strong and effective climate bills and to protect Oregon’s beautiful natural environment. We will need Zach in the Oregon Legislature in 2025 to help pass a major transportation package to fund and maintain our roads, highways, and bridges while also investing in public transportation, electric vehicles, and to continue transitioning the state to clean energy. I will be eager to continue to chat with Zach about climate legislation. 

I hope you will also be eager to engage with Zach as he intends to be a champion on education, access to healthcare – especially reproductive healthcare for women, civil rights and justice, affordable housing, reducing gun violence, campaign finance reform, consumer protection, and many other issues facing Oregon. I know from personal experience that Zach wants to listen and fight for you! 

On top of all this, Zach is a talented violinist. 

Please give a warm welcome for my friend Zach Hudson.

The attendees gave my speech a good response. They laughed at my attempts at humor, especially when I remarked, “We are all very thankful that Zach is no Ted Cruz.”

On July 10^th, I went to Rep. Hoa Nguyen’s campaign kick off event. Billy Fish, my old ECR boss from the spring of 2024, helped organize this event. I asked him if he had any jobs for the upcoming campaigns. Billy said he did, and he would be happy to hire me again. 

Settling on a Paid Field Organizer/Canvassing job for the summer and fall of 2024 

In June and July, I regularly chatted on the phone with my friend Katie Collins. She was the campaign manager for Nick Walden Poublon, who was running for Oregon House District 52, which represents an area east of Portland from The Dalles and Hood River to Sandy, Oregon. Katie and Nick recruited me for months to work their campaign. They were in negotiations with FuturePac, which is the Oregon House Democratic Campaign Committee, on when they could hire more staff. In early July, Katie encouraged me to submit my resume to FuturePac. 

It took a long time for FuturePac to respond after I submitted my resume. In late July, FuturePac told that I wanted to work for ECR under Billy Fish. I was then in a delicate situation where I just wanted a campaign job. I preferred to work with Katie and Nick. I was eager to help Nick win to flip that legislative seat from a Republican to a Democrat. However, friends who were seasoned campaign staff advised me that they did not feel like Nick could win. They felt like I would be better off working for a legislative candidate under the ECR umbrella.

It felt frustrating that people well connected with Oregon Democratic Party did not think Nick could win. This was a purple district. In the May 2024 primary, Nick received 5,319 votes as the Democratic candidate and his general election opponent Jeff Helfrich received 5,323 votes as the Republican candidate. Previous elections in this district were extremely close Democratic Representative Anna Williams won this seat by only 84 votes in 2020 over Helfrich. In 2018, Williams beat Helfrich by 897 votes out of 31, 414 votes cast (less than a 3% margin of victory. I could not believe no one else in Oregon was salivating like me to try to flip this seat. 

By late July, Billy Fish told me that ECR wanted to hire me for a Campaign Field Director. FuturePac seemed to be dragging their feet to hire a Field Director for Nick’s Campaign. On Thursday, July 25^th, I met Katie and Nick in Hood River, Oregon to knock on doors for Nick that day. Sadly, I broke the news to them that I decided to work for ECR as a Field Campaign Director since it was closer to my home and community. Even more, I did not want to burn any bridges with ECR since I had already indicated to them that I was interested in working for them. 

I liked Katie and Nick. I hated sharing this news to them. I had my eye on working on their campaign all year since I met Nick for lunch on February 4^th. When I chatted with them in Hood River on July 25^th, I lamented, “I sure hope I do not regret this decision.” 

Nick and Katie took the news graciously. They were not mad or disappointed with me. They understood I was in a tough spot to choose where to work. They were annoyed with FuturePac with dragging their feet to get a Field Campaign Manager hired that I ended up working with ECR instead. On Friday, July 26^th, I started work for Rep. Hoa Nguyen’s re-election campaign. 

Briefly working Full Time for the Representative Hoa Nguyen Re-election Campaign  

On my first day of work for Rep. Hoa Nguyen’s re-election campaign, I was introduced to Hoa’s campaign manager Aimee Santos-Lyons. My first interaction with Aimee was unusual. She texted me that she ran out of gas not far from where I lived. Fortunately, I have a gas can in the trunk of my car for such emergencies. I was able to fill up the gas can at the nearby Costco gas station and rendezvous with her where her car was stuck. We were able to put the gallon of gas in her Minivan so she could drive to a nearby gas station to fill up her car. 

After she filled her gas tank, we met up at a location to knock on some doors together. I admired her enthusiastic energy and how she greeted every voter with a perky, “Happy Friday!” 

Aimee took me out to lunch at a fabulous Vietnamese restaurant called Yoonique Pho and Grill in southwest Portland. My lunch looked so delicious that I took a photo with my iPhone. Yoonique is one of Aimee’s favorite places to eat in Portland, as well as for Hoa. It was a gathering place for Hoa’s campaign on Saturdays for lunch after we would canvass in the mornings. 

Hoa Nguyen is a big hearted and devoted public servant. I had known her for two years and was impressed with her. Besides being a state legislator, she served on the David Douglas School Board. Her full-time job for David Douglas was to locate students who were not in school and find the resources they needed to get back into school. I was honored to be working on her campaign. I enjoyed the times I canvassed with her. We even went to eat at Yoonique one time together after the two of us went on a joint canvass. 

Just days after I started working on her campaign, we laughed about my canvassing.  Her doorbell camera filmed me knocking on her door, posing with her campaign lit, and leaving the campaign lit at her door. I had no idea that was her home when I knocked on the door. She texted me the video. It was hilarious to see me in action doing my job. I proudly posted the video on social media. I included that video at the end of this blog.

It was not long though before I realized this was an all-encompassing job with little to no time off. I figured that I would spend many hours to do all I could to help this campaign win. The red flag that soon jumped out at me was that I served three bosses in this job: Judy with Future Pac, Bill Fish with ECR, and Aimee with Hoa’s campaign. Judy needed me to deliver timely reports to her about the canvassing on a weekly basis. Billy would be making my schedule and teaching me how to work the VAN data system where ECR and the Oregon Democratic Party kept their voter database and campaign statistics. Aimee and I would be in contact daily about organizing the canvassing, recruiting volunteers, phone banking, and setting up the house parties for Hoa. 

My decision to not be the Field Manager for Rep. Nguyen’s re-election campaign 

I soon learned the expression, ‘You can’t serve more than one master at the same time.’ 

Billy was so busy setting up and cutting the turf for canvassers that he little time to teach me how to use the VAN data system. When I took the job, I explained I needed some time off when my in-laws came to visit August 8-11. I knew I would probably be working, but I needed one full day at least to clean the apartment before they arrived on the 8^th. Tanya, her parents, and I planned to travel to the Olympic Peninsula August 17-21, so I would be away on vacation then. 

FutuePac expected me to knock on over 350 doors a week, plus commit to making over 100 phone calls a week to reach out to voters and to recruit campaign volunteers, plus provide planning for house parties. When I started in late July, Billy and I agreed that my days off would be Mondays and Tuesdays. With everything happening in the campaigns in August, it soon became one day off that varied due to all the campaign activities that were happening. 

Hoa Nguyen’s campaign had many plates spinning in the air with canvassing events, house parties, phone banking for donations, recruiting volunteers, etc. My stress level went up greatly when I would ask her, “What do you want me to prioritize right now?”

Her answer: “Everything!”

I really admired her energy and dedication to winning this very tight election campaign. However, our styles of organizing were soon in conflict. I really wanted to know what the biggest priority was when we would meet. She would then go over everything the campaign was doing. She would give me long lectures on how to prioritize my time. I felt like I was living the expression: “I asked this person what time it is and they told me how to build a watch.”

By mid-August, I was very unhappy with the job situation. I worked a full day and then Billy kept me for an hour and a half one evening to go over what to say when recruiting volunteers. Aimee and I would have these long-drawn-out meetings that I felt like were not accomplishing anything. The meetings took away my time from the Future Pac goals of hitting my 350 doors knocked per week and making 100 phone calls.

On Wednesday, August 14th, I reached my breaking point. I had a horrible day at work. I started work around 8:30 am that day to pick up campaign literature on a 30-minute drive to southwest Portland and back. Then I had a 10 am Zoom FuturePac Meeting. After that Zoom meeting ended around 11 am, Aimee cornered me into having another planning meeting with her that did not feel productive or effective. I asked her again what she wanted me to prioritize. The answer again was “Everything” followed by a lecture how to manage my time.

I was eager to start knocking on doors to try to reach the 350 doors goal for the week. I did not start knocking on the doors until after 2 pm since it took time for me to have lunch and drive to my turf (assigned canvassing area). After I started knocking, I had at least two people scream at me that they did not want to be bothered with people knocking at their door. Two different people even wadded up the campaign lit and threw it at me. After I came home after 8 pm, I wanted to quit. I did not want to do that job ever again. My wife Tanya was worried I would make a rash decision. We agreed that we should talk with Aimee the next day.

I requested a meeting with Aimee and told her that I did not want to be the Field Director for Hoa’s campaign anymore. Earlier that week, we were on a campaign marketing call. The internal polls showed that Hoa’s poll numbers were very dicey. She was running basically tied with her opponent. She could lose this race. I didn’t want Hoa to lose this race. I told Aimee that she needed a new Field Director that was not me. Hoa’s race was too vital to maintain a strong majority in the Oregon House. Aimee appreciated hearing my decision. She knew that the working relationship was not going well for us. I felt that Aimee was a good campaign manager. She was driven and completely dedicated to make sure that Hoa would win. I believed she needed a Field Director with more experience than me and she agreed.

She did not want to lose me as a field organizer. She knew that Billy would really want to keep me on as a field organizer for ECR. She asked me to stay on as the Field Director for a couple of weeks until they found my replacement. I affirmed that I would be happy to do that. I then knocked on doors for the rest of the day with a huge sense of relief that the chaos and responsibilities of the Field Director for Hoa’s campaign were no longer on my shoulders.

Vacation on the Olympic Peninsula, Washington in August 2024 

Our relationship was a breeze after that. With this weight off my shoulders, Tanya and I enjoyed a five-day vacation. We took an Amtrak train on Saturday, August 17th from Portland to Tacoma, Washington to meet up with my first college roommate Billy Maher. We roomed together at our freshman year at William Jewell College in 1988. I last saw Billy in 2012, over 12 years earlier. He started to date his partner Alvin around that time. It was fun to meet Alvin. 

Billy cooked for me a Thai dinner at his parents’ home in Kansas City when we were college roommates that was one of the best meals of my life. Before college, Billy spent a year in Thailand as an exchange student. Wow! He mastered how to cook Thai cuisine when I had the meal he cooked at his parents’ house 36 years earlier. Billy cooked an amazing meal when we stayed with Alvin and him in Tacoma on August 17th.

Since we roomed together in 1988, Billy traveled frequently to Asia and was fluent in several Asia languages. Tanya and I enjoyed hearing his storied about Asian culture. He had several funny stories about surprising Asian cab drivers by speaking easily in their language. It always floored these Uber, Lift, and cab drivers since Billy looks like an average white American who should not be able to speak their language so clearly. 

The next day, Tanya’s parents picked us up at Billy and Alvin’s home. We then headed to the Washington Coast to stay for two nights. My mother-in-law Nancy found a comfortable beach rental with two bedrooms, a kitchen, and living room area in Pacific Beach, Washington. The weather was overcast and drab when we went for a walk at the beach. At the same time, it was still serene and refreshing to spend time walking on the beach. Though the clouds made the beach seem a bit gloomy, the sunset we saw was outstanding. 

The next day we drove to the Quinault Rain Forest, located in the southern most part of Olympic National Park. We planned to walk several miles on a loop trail in the old growth rain forest. The trees were towering and majestic with huge ferns and an abundance of green plants on the ground. It was another Pacific Northwest coastal overcast day. The grey sky made it easier to photography the trees in the rain forest. It was one of those days where one could really strain their neck to keep looking up at the tall trees. Many of the trees were so large that you could not wrap your arms around them, and you could easily hide behind them. 

My in-laws, Tanya, and me love to hike. We relished our time in this rain forest until it started raining hard that afternoon. Even with wearing our rain ponchos, we got soaked. At the end of our hike, we saw a sign for the world’s largest spruce tree. We walked over to see it, but, it was a fast view. We were tired and weary from battling the steady rain that afternoon. We could not wait to return to our beach rental at Pacific Beach to change into dry clothes. The rain didn’t stop so we stayed inside to watch the Democratic National Convention on TV. 

As Tanya’s parents, Tanya, and I watched the Democratic Convention together, we felt a sense of hope from the speakers and watching Kamala Harris that she might win the election. 

The next day, we drove up the coast on Hwy 101 to see the beach by Kalaloch Lodge. The weather was most cloudy with patches of blue sky. After the dreary rainy weather we experienced the previous day, we glad to see a bit of blue sky with no rain. Like the beach we saw at Pacific Beach, we marveled at seeing and hearing the ocean waves, the view of the sea extending out to the horizon, and observing huge groups of sea gulls gathered on the beach. 

We then traveled to Lake Crescent Lodge in Olympic National Park to eat a late lunch and to take a short walk along the lake shore. We admired the steep green mountains that ringed the lake with the clouds shrouding the tops of the mountains on this overcast summer day. 

We next headed to Sequim, Washington to spend the night with my mother-in-law Nancy’s cousin Peter and his wife Karen. They own a comfortable and spacious home that sits high on a coastal hill. Their home is at an elevation to have a bird’s eye view out their back windows and deck of Sequim Bay and the Strait of Juan de Fuca. One can see far enough out to Victoria, Canada and even see Mt. Baker and the northern most Cascade Mountains in Washington on a clear day. Peter and Karen’s home has the perfect coziness to visit family with surrounding scenery to put you at ease that you would never want to leave. 

We had no choice but to leave on Wednesday, August 21^st. Tanya’s parents had to catch their flight back to St. Louis, Tanya had to return to her job, and I had to resume my campaign work for ECR and Hoa’s campaign that next day. 

Stay tuned for the next part of this blog:
Part 2: Rough Times and the friendly cats when I canvassed in summer and fall 2024