The 58th District, My Home
The Virginia 58th General Assembly District is situated in the heart of Central Virginia. It runs from the Shenandoah Valley to the Piedmont. From the peak of Saddleback Mountain to the James River lowlands. From Elkton to Scottsville and Palmyra to Stanardsville. It's part of the fabric of our nation's history going all the way back to a time when the Delegate from the 58th was a revolutionary named Thomas Jefferson.
But for me, and for about eighty-thousand other Virginians, the 58th isn't just a spot on the map or a piece of history. It's home.
There's a lot that I love about this part of the world. But what I probably love most is that people here don't judge folks on where they come from, or the color of their skin, or their religion. The people here don't give a flying flip about any of that. They care about who you are now and that you're here. That you're their neighbor. That you're a Virginian.
That's why I got into this race in the first place. Because the political climate in Richmond and Washington has gotten so toxic that it's straining the bonds we share as neighbors. It's gotten to where some people won't make eye contact with you if they know you're a Republican or Democrat; won't do business with you if you belong to a different political party; maybe won't even stop to help you on the side of the road if they see a bumper sticker they don't like on your car.
I was raised to believe that Americans can disagree about politics — disagree passionately, sometimes — and then go on being friends, neighbors, and fellow citizens. I truly believe that ideal is worth fighting for — tooth, claw, and nail — and that's what I intend to do.