11/07/2025
“I ran for City Council ten years ago in Eastern Queens, and a young man named Zohran Mamdani volunteered for my campaign. We were both part of a huge immigrant community of South Asian Muslims. Our community is such an important part of this city, but at the time we were not considered to be reliable voters. And that perception came with consequences. After 9/11 there were legal abuses against Muslims that would not have happened to any other community—because we lacked political power. Our campaign set out to transform the electorate. We tried to turn nonvoters into voters. Both of us were young: I was thirty-one, Zohran was twenty-three. And while most of our friends were out partying, we knocked on thousands of doors. But we learned that it’s the hardest sale in the world to make people care as much as you do. In the end I lost badly to a candidate endorsed by the Democratic political machine. The experience left me feeling jaded. There were times I wondered if the only way for a candidate to win was to work within a political machine. But here’s the problem with machines—they don’t have clear values. Our campaign had clear values: we wanted to bring power to people who didn’t have power. But the machine is already powerful, and it only cares about maintaining power. It’s not about new thinking. It’s not about change. If you become their candidate, you must give them loyalty regardless of their positions, and too many times those positions come from special interests. The whole process can make you cynical, which is why these last few months have been so emotional for me. This time around I was the one supporting Zohran, as campaign counsel. I’m filled with pride for what he’s achieved, using many of the lessons we learned ten years ago. I have no problem saying he’s a tremendously better candidate than I ever was. He speaks to people in ways I never could. But his success has given new meaning to all our hard work, so many years ago-- knocking on doors, meeting with community elders. My campaign might not have been the swing of the axe that knocked down the tree— the first swing rarely is. But it turns out we were breaking ground for something bigger.”