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Progress Is Impossible with Attack Politics
A story about the day I lost faith in politics.
When I moved to Argentina to study at 24 years old, I had already lived in three different countries and was an adult. But I was still young and innocent in more ways than one.
I chose to study international relations and then journalism, because I was interested in politics, history, and the future of the world. I didn't know what I wanted to do in politics, but I still thought maybe I wanted to change things, work to improve people’s lives.
After finishing my studies, I got my first real adult office job. No more serving frappuccinos or folding clothes or beeping groceries through the checkout. This was a job in public administration, in the executive branch. It was somewhere I could the skills and knowledge I had obtained in.
And hey, I was doing something for the greater good, wasn’t I? We could improve some things for people.
First Impressions
That’s what I thought, at least. But soon, I started seeing the obstacles in the way of everything.
The first one, the old guard of public employees who didn’t really care about their jobs. They didn’t care about what we were there to do, because they’d already seen hundreds of us…
