The political finance world can be icky across the board. Most campaigns across party lines hold demographic-specific fundraisers. Like that South Asian political event, these are often organized by those demographic groups themselves. It’s a way to exercise political muscle and serve real community needs. In my case, after spending the first chunk of my career having to navigate race in Hollywood, I didn’t want to be a token brown guy for anyone.
Standing there at the Obama event, I thought about how a primary election offers a chance for people to not only air their disagreements and pitch bolder policy ideas but to show voters that an entirely different style of politics is possible.
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Obama’s approach at the time was so different—not only was he not taking lobbyist money, he wasn’t pursuing Olivia Wilde’s support in an effort to carry the women’s vote, just as he wasn’t courting me to volunteer because I’m brown.8 His pitch was simple: Let’s work together to make all our fellow Americans’ lives better, to make the country we love even stronger. It was an authentic statement, and it was delivered in an authentic way.
That evening, as the senator made the rounds, people talked to him about sports, or music, or life on the road. I decided I wasn’t going to waste time on small talk. I’d ask him a question about a recurring topic in those policy papers I had spent my whole afternoon devouring: biofuels.
I fancied myself a little wonkier than the others in the room. You see, I was enrolled in a distance-learning graduate certificate program in international security at Stanford University. (Yes, super nerdy to do a graduate program in international security as a hobby.) I had recently read an article in Foreign Affairs about the potential risks of ethanol and was sure this made me kind of an expert on the topic. Plus, if I applied my knowledge to what I read on his website, I could ask an actual policy question. In a room full of actors, that would make me look super smooth. I was sure Obama would be very impressed.
“Senator, I read your policy papers on clean energy,” I said when he came around to where Olivia and I were standing, “and I was curious about something. Your plan talks about the importance of biofuels, but experts say the market doesn’t currently distinguish between corn we grow for human consumption and corn for industrial production—you know, to be turned into ethanol for fuel. If we do invest in ethanol, won’t it drive up the price of food for people in developing countries who eat corn?”
I was very satisfied with myself for asking my smart question!
“Yeah, I read that article from the experts in Foreign Affairs too,” Obama said. “The point of my plan is to use corn-based ethanol as a bridge to cellulosic ethanol, so that we can eventually make biofuels from things like grass clippings and leaves.”
Here I was, confident that I would be asking the most incredible question of all time and schooling a senator, and not only did he have a clear, concise answer, but he had also read the same article and knew that’s where my outside information was coming from. (Weird, but I guess my graduate certificate in international security was just no match for a member of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee). Anyway, this all clinched it for me: the boldness of what Obama had said about the Hummers at the private rich people breakfast, his understanding of the arts and humanities, an approach to transcending race, and of course, schooling me on an article I had read while we had a casual convo about climate change. I disliked politics but was always passionate about public service. This guy knew how to merge the two, and I knew I had to be involved with his campaign. He was the real deal.
As Obama walked away, Olivia turned to me and said, “Hi, my name is Kal Penn and I have impressive things to tell you about biofuels. Did you know that I read an artic—” Olivia’s face contorted into an “accidentally fucked in the ass” look as she finished with “—HULLLLLL!” Holy shit, a combo! That had never been done before!
I signed up to volunteer for Barack Obama that night.
1?The Namesake super fans might notice that in the end credits, it says Kal Penn played Gogol Ganguli and Kalpen Modi played Nikhil—a subtle hat tip to having two names like my character, albeit for different reasons.
2?“Finally.” —Suraj Uncle
3?I always thought it sounded cool when people say they “traded in” their car. In reality, Mom’s Chevy Cavalier started making a very loud noise; it sounded like someone had attached three leaf blowers to the hood. I took it to a mechanic who said it would cost a few thousand dollars to fix, so I donated it (my first lesson in one-percent problems—you sometimes garner more benefit from donating something than selling it) and used some of the new money I had earned to buy a more environmentally responsible car.
4?If I remember correctly, when it became clear during college that I wasn’t going to become a doctor, the further downward expectations went: At least go to law school → No? Okay at least get an MBA → No? Okay at least get a real estate license.
5?It probably should have been called “Accidentally Yet Consensually Fucked in the Ass,” but the consensual part was implied.
6?Pantera Sarah was a club promoter and is a talented organizer. A real progressive advocate with roots in Wisconsin, she was pivotal in helping Obama recruit artists to help out on his campaign.
7?You know it’s fancy when a house has a main gate.
8?Okay, fine, technically I wasn’t even invited to this event, I was just Olivia’s plus-one.
CHAPTER TWELVE UTOPIA
(The Underdog, Part One)
Afew weeks after Obama pushed me off the bridge to Cellulosic Ethanol, I was headed to Iowa with Olivia and CSI: Miami actor Megalyn Echikunwoke for my first political volunteer trip. Until this point I had been a regular voter (I registered as soon as I turned eighteen), but had never campaigned for anyone outside of attending a single event in support of John Kerry in 2004.1 For the next three days, Olivia, Megalyn, and I would drive around the state, speaking primarily at college and university events as some of the Obama campaign’s first surrogates.2 But instead of carrying the senator’s election baby in our tummies, we’d be carrying messages of freedom. That is, if we landed in one piece.