The election story.

Last weekend’s union convention is a bit hazy in my mind at the moment, having finished up with four days of politicking with a late-night flight to Ottawa for bargaining. And have I mentioned that I barely ate or slept until a full day after my election? That doesn’t make for the best powers of recollection either. But still, I do remember winning – and in that I’m not delusional.

A newer delegate at the convention who is very involved in the NDP mentioned to me that he found union politics strange because elections aren’t so much fought over one issue or another. A lot of what we do is pretty motherhood stuff and it’s hard not to be *for* better representation of members, for example. His observation was that our elections were more about networks and rapport with people – which is true – and I think stems from the fact that so much of our member representation work is about those things. You really do want to elect someone who gets along with others, who can talk to members in way that is convincing, and who can rouse other people to take action. And I suppose too, that once you are in a union leadership position, your political platform is already decided for you – by convention floor.

All that to say that depending on how someone runs their campaign it can seem a little more or a little less like a popularity contest. Which is pretty much how my opponent ran hers, and not at all how I ran mine.

(I should note here, that the incumbent in the position dropped out two weeks before and threw her support behind me).

My campaign was a straight-forward introduction letter sent by mail two weeks before convention, and then a lot of handshaking and discussion making during the convention itself. I campaigned on the involvement of younger members, better communication in the region, and broadening our community networks – again, it’s motherhood stuff for our union, and it’s what people are asking for. I worked hard at our hospitality event the night before election and met as many new and young delegates as possible over a two day period, I answered questions from dozens of people on all sorts of things, and I heard a lot of complaints about bargaining, our union, and so forth.

On the other side, my opponent handed out no paper at all, didn’t put herself forward to meet new delegates (at least that’s what they told me), and had a campaign strategy that relied on glittery ribbons and the networking abilities of her friends. And no, I am not kidding.

I suppose she figured that the politics would come out at the all-candidates meeting. Or that she was well known enough that people would recognize her contributions over the years (she is indeed a hard-worker which is why I am surprised she handed out no letter of her accomplishments). Or perhaps that I was such an unworthy opponent that no one would vote for me. I’m not sure really.

Up until the all candidates meeting I wasn’t really nervous. I had been stressed in the week leading up to convention, but it wasn’t until about 15 minutes before the meeting that I got an actual case of nerves. Realize that I did not eat almost anything Friday and had not eaten anything Saturday morning either – and I almost never go off food! But I did well there, both in my intro and my answers to questions. I answered “off the script” a lot which I think helped because I drew on examples and things that had happened for me in the union rather than the formula answers that people often give in these situations. Right in the middle of the meeting I looked down at our National Vice-President and got such an intense deja vu that I almost forgot where I was. It was weird.

Then the election. At the last minute a third person entered the race (he had lost the position above it and decided to run down) and so the first vote was 61 in my favour, 40 to my first opponent, and 37 to my last-minute opponent. We needed 70 to take a clear majority and so the last-minute guy was dropped from the ballot and I ended up winning with 85 votes or so at the end. Not a resounding victory, but certainly a clear one that I can be reasonably proud of.

And goddamn – at that point I was just glad it was over. I didn’t feel particularly victorious, but I did feel a tremendous relief.

More elections followed that day and at some point Brian showed up for the international solidarity function that I was responsible for hosting. Quite honestly, the sweetest moment of the whole day was when my guy walked in where I was setting up for the function and congratulated me in person. I am glad he wasn’t there in the run up to the election, but I wanted him there as soon as I had won…. And I can honestly say it was one of the best hello kisses of my life 🙂

I have to go back to my meetings soon, but I’d like to get this posted even though it’s somewhat incomplete. A little slice of convention I guess. And like I said, I’m just glad that it’s over!

(Oh – and for those of you asking about my title? Don’t worry about that, it wouldn’t mean anything to you anyway. What I will say is that it is the #2 spot in my union for BC. Which is a big deal only to people inside my union.)