My quiet defiance
about my mother
I blew the whistle on White House incompetence and cruelty during Trump’s last term. Now I’m MAGA’s greatest enemy, and I’m running for Congress.
My mother was born in 1944 in Mexico, into a world that told girls what they couldn’t do. Girls weren’t supposed to play sports, but my mother didn’t care.
She laced up her sneakers and tucked her basketball shorts under her skirt – so her father wouldn’t know she was playing after school.
That quiet defiance? That’s where I come from.
She immigrated to the United States, became a citizen, and married my father, a long-haul truck driver who hauled cross-country to build a life for our family.
She believed fiercely in the promise of this country. In freedom. In opportunity. In the idea that if you worked hard and kept your head high, you could build something real.
When my father passed away, everything changed. It was just Mom and me. No safety net. And when I was in college at the University of Pennsylvania, she went back to work – something she never, ever complained about, because it was the only way we were going to afford my education. It was her quiet way of telling me my dreams mattered.
Everything I am, I learned from her. That’s why it’s so personal when I watch what’s happening in this country right now.
My mother is an immigrant. She took an oath to this country. She lived its values. She cries at the National Anthem. But today, people who look like her, who sound like her, are being demonized, targeted, and dehumanized by the very government she believed in.
I couldn’t stay silent when I was inside Trump’s White House. I can’t stay silent now.
I’m running for Congress because the values my mother gave me demand it. Because right is right, even when it costs you. Because someone has to fight for the dream she believed in.
I’m not connected. I’m not rich. I have no famous last name. But I have her courage – and I have you.
Every dollar you give helps us build a campaign that fights for people like my mother. People who worked hard, played by the rules, and deserve a government that sees them.
Let’s go fight for it.
Olivia Troye
Still no indication of what state and district you're running in. I'd suggest that you fix that.
Rob Leflar
My father was educated as a lawyer and after WWII was in Germany writing the treaties that would begin to structure the post WWII world. I was in a basket, weeks old. My mother would order the weeks groceries from the commissary. Only half would arrive. As an adult I asked her what she then did. I doubled the order, she replied. Cigarettes and chocolate were currencies.
My father would go on to serve in two other admins. Policy not politics.
Donald Trump has no idea what he is destroying. He is utterly unfit. The whole idea of service is alien to him. Good luck. Just keep telling the truth.