Tag: atlanta

  • As the Establishment Poses, the Left Builds

    As the Establishment Poses, the Left Builds

    If there’s one takeaway Americans should have in 2025, it’s that establishment Democrats are incapable – and, evidently, unwilling – to meet the moment. This year, in particular, has been rough.

    As fascism seeps deeper into the country’s foundation, leading Democrats have responded by embarking on Sorry I Lost book tours, snapping plastic crowns, and putting on rhetorical performances. At the same time, they’re posing with war criminal Benjamin Netanyahu, short-circuiting when asked about AIPAC donations, and acquiescing to the same policies they’re decrying. 

    Fortunately, while the rot is clear, so too is the path forward.

    A year ago, Zohran Mamdani was an unknown figure, polling at 1%. This past week, he was elected mayor of New York City and has become one of the most recognizable faces of a movement determined to resist the pervasive hatred, greed, and ignorance of our times. His victory confirmed what many on the Left already knew – that the path forward isn’t through theater masquerading as politics, but through a relentless, grassroots fight for the betterment of the working-class. A movement grounded in material benefits – not symbolic gestures – is one built to win. 

    And while Mamdani is an inspiring figure, his success isn’t the only victory worth celebrating from this past week. In Atlanta, Kelsea Bond’s campaign for District 2’s City Council seat similarly built up enough grassroots energy to win a commanding victory.

    The Fight for The City in a Forest

    Bond’s platform shares much in common with Mamdani’s, with both centering the building of a liveable city through affordable housing, sustainable infrastructure, and an expansion of workers’ rights. Like Mamdani’s, Bond’s campaign knocked on thousands of doors and received endorsements from the Working Families Party, local unions, and numerous other organizations and figures. 

    Bond’s platform is also rooted in urgency, as the past several years have been difficult for Atlanta. Despite fierce resistance from organizers and over 100,000 residents calling for a referendum, city leaders approved Cop City (officially the Atlanta Public Safety Training Center), and the facility opened this past April. On top of such blatantly undemocratic decision-making, citizens have also been dealing with an affordability crisis as local rent prices soar and wages stagnate. This has forced long-term residents out of areas like Bond’s District 2, while Atlanta’s fractured transportation network and abhorrent traffic – the fifth worst in the country – have made their exodus permanent.

    Community Building Through Resistance

    On the Wednesday before their victory, Bond’s vision came into focus during a panel with Daniel Aldana Cohen, coauthor of A Planet to Win: Why We Need a Green New Deal, and Elise Joshi, a fellow activist and organizer. Throughout the hour-long conversation, Bond spoke on their motivations and articulated how their platform seeks to connect climate action to housing, public transit, and civic power.

    “For so many young people in Atlanta, [Cop City] really demonstrated the lack of democratic processes that exist in Atlanta politics,” they said. “People can see the contradictions that exist in the Atlanta government, and that’s contributed to the energy around our campaign.”

    While city councilors fight for local change, the issues they combat often mirror national dynamics. Bond spoke to this, highlighting how establishment politicians often work together to protect capital, regardless of party.

    “In an ideal situation, we would form a Big Tent alliance against fascism in the Trump regime,” Bond said. “Instead, we’re seeing the Atlanta establishment – traditionally centrist Democrats – aligning themselves with Republican City Council members and throwing progressives under the bus.”

    In the face of such collusion, grassroots movements provide hope, but they also offer a less-discussed benefit. As the loneliness epidemic worsens and society, at large, fractures, organizing can help alleviate atomization. Bond addressed this, emphasizing that community-building was foundational to their campaign.

    “I learned very early on in organizing that people will not stick around if they’re not having fun,” they said. “That’s why it’s been so crucial since the launch of our campaign to keep [our movement] fun and ensure that people are making friends and connecting with new people.”

    Cohen agreed, quipping that phones are like tiny suburbs in our pockets – isolating, yet for many people, the only way they experience politics.

    While extensive canvassing efforts helped propel Bond to victory, their campaign also hosted concerts and comedy shows to foster community. These helped break down social silos – which can often feel entrenched in Atlanta, due to its car-centric infrastructure – while working to tackle the city’s chronically low municipal turnout. 

    “I grew up in the DIY music scene in Atlanta, and I know they’re all left-wing. I know they’re all mad at our city government for Cop City. And so, we’ve really been trying to tap into those spaces to bring people in who otherwise wouldn’t see any reason to vote.”

    Whether or not fed-up indie artists were the deciding factor, Bond’s campaign tactics proved more than just successful. 6,715 local residents voted for them, earning a 64% victory and avoiding a potential runoff.

    And what did Bond’s supporters vote for? Density – not as a buzzword or a piece of urbanist jargon, but as scaffolding to help connect people to their communities. 

    “Every single person deserves to live close to where they work, not just to improve the quality of their life, but because it makes it easier to organize in your community,” Bond said. “It makes it easier to be civically engaged. It makes it easier to plan a meeting with your coworkers when you don’t have to drive an hour to meet at the same place.”

    Beyond District 2

    While Atlanta may not have a democratic socialist mayor (yet!), Kelsea Bond’s city council win is one the Left should celebrate. Like Zohran Mamdani, Bond ran an inspiring grassroots campaign, and their victory serves as a much-needed reminder that progressive forces can win when they fight for commonsense policies, work to repair fractured communities, and offer voters genuine hope. 

    At a time when national politics have rarely felt more hollow – when centrists pose and flounder against cartoonishly evil forces – Bond’s blueprint to success is one worth emulating.

  • Transit Dreams: A Diary

    Transit Dreams: A Diary

    From Issue One of Alternative Webs, releasing soon.

    Atlanta

    I board the train, first taking in the smells. Old Spice and weed, most likely? It could be worse. A man sits near me, a full rotisserie chicken in-hand. That throws a new smell into the mix. We start moving as a static-garbled voice belts out our final destination.

    The train passes over a highway clogged with commuters returning home. I try to calculate how many cars I’m looking at – 300? 500? I wonder whether the people in them drive to work every day. How much time does that eat out of their lives? I don’t have answers, and city planners probably don’t either. They should, though.

    Early 2000s hip-hop plays through my headphones as I fly above the asphalt doomscape beneath me, ruminating. All the world’s ills, sittin’ on chrome 24-inch wheels. Numerous podcasts and audiobooks undoubtedly play beneath me, the drivers trying their hardest not to crash.

    As the train approaches my station, I gather my belongings, double-checking that I have everything. Phone, wallet, keys – yes, all there. The doors open and I step out as another man steps in, dragging his entire livelihood behind him in a tattered blue IKEA bag.

    I watch him disappear down the aisle as I walk away.

    Nanjing

    Air conditioning blasts throughout the car, fighting a fierce battle against the oppressive heat and humidity outside. As the lush greenery of Xianlin disappears behind me, I arrive at my transfer station. Three minutes until the next train – I’ll need to run. I make it, slipping through the doors with seconds to spare, and take a seat. The train begins hurtling towards the beating heart of the city.

    Students returning home laugh and chat. Tired workers scroll on their phones. An older man boards the train halfway through the trip – I stand up to offer my seat, but he smiles and shakes his head.

    I spend an hour decompressing, listening to Amy Winehouse and the Big Little Lies soundtrack. Halfway through the journey, Spotify stutters. I check my phone – what’s going on? Ah – VPN crash. I reset it, and the music resumes.

    I think of my upcoming trips to Hong Kong and Thailand. Of the long day at work I’ll have tomorrow. Of being thousands of miles away from home.

    The speaker chimes: “鼓楼站,到了。”(Now arriving at Gulou Station.)

    Maybe I’m not that far from home.

    Istanbul

    The third iteration of the adhan, Asr, has just begun. The muezzin’s voice echoes across the city, reverberating across two continents and the gray waters between them.

    Ash-hadu an la ilaha ill-Allah.

    As the devout pray, I board a tram running through the center of the congested streets, struggling to stand amongst the throngs of people in the packed car. A group of fashionable teenagers in leather jackets and Adidas sneakers are on their way to a concert. They jostle for positions as we begin moving.

    Ash-hadu anna Muhammadar-Rasulullah.

    Over the heads of those around me, I watch a chilly breeze toss seagulls around the dark, late-afternoon sky. A solitary ray of sunshine breaks through, illuminating a portion of the twinkling sea beneath it.

    The tram rolls forward as a man beside me mutters Turkish into his phone. The woman across from me clutches her headscarf. I stare out at the sea.

    Somewhere behind the clouds, the sun begins to set. I’m disoriented – is it setting over Asia? Europe? Maybe it doesn’t matter.

    The tram continues moving, as do I.