When I got into politics, I was frustrated and confused. I showed up to events expecting things to be a certain way, and I was...I was never really shy about sharing my disapproval or disappointment.
I look back and I feel bad about some of the ways that I reacted. I never really lost my cool too much, though there was that one time… I raised my voice a time or two, and I sent my share of sternly worded emails.
So, I just want to say, I’m sorry. I could have handled my disappointment better.
I wish I had not done those things, but that's who I am, hopeful, disappointed, and human. When expectations aren't met, people get frustrated. When questions are left unanswered, people get frustrated, and I was frustrated.
It’s no excuse, and I’m working on it. I’d love to show you.
While I am sorry for how I reacted in those moments, I do want you to understand that in most cases, you invited me there. You talked about problems. You got me riled up. You made me afraid—more than I was already.
You got all of us riled up. Some got angry, some got sad. And I fed off that energy. I’m human.
You asked me to stand for your principles and fight for your cause, and I was happy to join with you. But I felt alone when it came to the principles and causes I felt strongly about, and you wouldn’t listen to me.
“Why do we have 435 representatives? Why do we only have 435 representatives? We are a population of 330 million plus people. And we are basically governed by 536 electable people and nine unelected people? That makes no sense. The ratio at the founding was 1 for 30,000, and it’s now nearly 1 for 780,000.”
You couldn't or wouldn’t answer my questions.
It's frustrating. And I’m human.
Can we start over? Can we come together, unified and ready to fight to change the status quo? Let’s put our past behind us and work together. When people like us come together, they make a powerful team.
I am asking for your support. Join me in the No Cap Fund mission of Uncapping the House of Representatives. This is something that affects every single American citizen, and no matter what political group you are a part of, your followers would benefit from more representation.
People are hesitant to forgive nowadays, but when you're somebody as passionate as I am, you learn that forgiveness is almost like a survival mechanism. No one's going to forgive you if you can't forgive them. I am ready to move forward, holding no animosity or grudge. I get it. Now that I've learned how things work and read the stories from basically the beginning to where we are, I get it. I get why you didn't know the answer to my questions. I get why it wasn't something that you could talk about. I get it. I forgive you. You are human too.
I showed up because politics had put a divide in my family. It was never like that before. Something has changed. Growing up, nobody ever stormed out yelling and screaming about politics. But about that time I was showing up, things had changed inside my family. That's how I knew something was wrong. I thought if it can reach down into us, it can reach anywhere.
Experience has given me new knowledge, new friends, and the wisdom to understand the system. You (and there are many) have been an essential part of my growth.
I want to help you, and I am asking you to help me.
I hope you'll join me on this journey. Follow us @nocapfund on X and share our material. Donate. Invite us to your meetings. Let us be part of your dialogue. Go to www.why435.org and sign our declaration for representation.
Then come be part of our conversation.
We're going to put on a representation summit. Be there. Make your voice known. Do you want single-member or multi-member districts, and what do you think the ratio should be, and why? Start working on the problem.
See, when I showed up back then, I didn't show up to fight. I showed up because– I didn't want to fight. Not with my dad, not with my brother. I had done enough of that already in my life, and I had put that behind me. No, I showed up to lend a hand.
I'm sorry I lost my cool. I'm getting better about it.
Peace, Love, and Representation,
Jeff Mayhugh