Play in Peoria
For @themiserablesmonth Day 30: Smile.
Modern E/R, US Politics AU.
Read on AO3.
“Congressman Enjolras!” the gaggle of reporters called, swarming him as soon as he stepped foot outside of the Capitol Building. “Congressman, can you answer a few questions?”
Enjolras hesitated. “My staff will probably kill me for stopping to talk to you,” he said, just a little ruefully, before shrugging, “but fire away.”
He wasn’t wrong – Combeferre would probably throttle him – but Enjolras liked to get a little bit of facetime with the press corps in hopes that they might just decide to slip some actual leftist ideas in among the regurgitated right-wing talking points.
He nodded at one of the reporters, who held up his phone, clearly recording. “Congressman, you don’t have an election this November—”
“Everyone in the U.S. House of Representatives has an election this November,” Enjolras interrupted.
The reporter made a face. “Sorry, I meant, you don’t have an opponent this November, so your win is guaranteed.”
Enjolras shrugged. “That is correct, though as you may recall, I did manage to fend off a fairly well-funded establishment opponent during the primary.”
Not that almost any of their papers had chosen to cover it at the time. They’d written more than their fair share of think pieces about how one of the most socialist members of House of Representatives was being challenged from the right of his party, and how that clearly spelled the destruction of leftist policies, but not one single publication had printed anything about Enjolras’s win.
“Since you don’t have to worry about your own election,” the reporter continued, “have you been working to support any other candidates?”
Enjolras nodded. “Sure, I’ve endorsed some candidates who I support, though only when I thought my endorsement would help and not hurt.”
“So you think your endorsement might do more harm than good in some places?” a different reporter asked, jumping on Enjolras’s statement.
“With blatant gerrymandering throughout much of the country?” Enjolras asked wryly. “I recognize that some of my colleagues are in tight races.” He shrugged again. “Personally, I don’t think that moving to the middle accomplishes as much as they think it does, but their job is to represent their districts, just like mine is to represent my constituents to the best of my ability.”
A third reporter stepped in, and Enjolras vaguely recognized her as a reporter for the Wall Street Journal, not one of the more sympathetic outlets to his political views. “But Congressman,” she stared, “don’t you agree that what might be good for your constituents doesn’t play well in some of the more conservative-leaning districts in the country?”
Enjolras huffed a light laugh. “Doesn’t play in Peoria, in other words?”
“So to speak.”
Enjolras picked his words carefully as he responded. “What’s good for my constituents is this: respect and dignity for all people, regardless of race, color, religion, sexual orientation, gender identity, and anything else that Republicans use to divide us; wages and workplace protections that allow everyone to earn enough to live a good life; and government that’s more focused on helping the least among us than on ensuring that the rich continue to get richer.” He looked directly at the reporter as if daring her to contradict him as he added, “If those values don’t play in Peoria, then I think it says a lot more about the fine people of Peoria than it does about the rest of the country.”
“Congressman, any thoughts on the Brazil runoff?” someone else asked.
“Just that I hope the people of Brazil elect the president that will work best for them,” Enjolras said. He’d been yelled at many times over for wading too far into politics in other countries, so hoped that response would suffice.
Judging by the follow-up, it hadn’t. “And do you think that’s Lula or Bolsanaro?”
Enjolras paused. “That’s for the people of Brazil to decide, but I don’t think anyone’s going to be surprised to find out I’m not Bolsonaro’s biggest fan, and I certainly hope the Brazilian people recognize that they have a better choice available.”
It seemed neutral enough to not cause an uproar, and luckily, the reporters moved on. “Congressman, what would you say to people who are discouraged by the ‘just vote’ or ‘vote blue no matter who’ messaging surrounding this election?” one asked. “To those who voted and feel like nothing has changed or that their vote doesn’t matter?”
“I would say I understand their sentiments,” Enjolras said honestly, not surprised when the reporters murmured amongst themselves in response. “When the Republican Party is increasingly willing to work outside of the democratic process and in some cases outright planning on throwing out any election results that they don’t like, it’s an extremely bleak situation. And the fact of the matter is that there are places in this country where some votes will not be counted, where some results will be dismissed or thrown out. Not to mention this election very well may only stave off the disintegration of our country, not stop it.”
“That’s a far cry from your usually more hopeful rhetoric,” the Wall Street Journal reporter said.
He just arched an eyebrow at her. “That’s because you didn’t let me finish. There are decisions happening now, still choices being made by those in power that can help stem the tide of fascism, that can bring about real change, and that can realign this country so that we are moving in a direction of liberty and justice for all. And the only way those decisions and choices do so is by electing people who will make the right choices. And the only way that happens is by voting.”
He surveyed the assembled reporters, hoping if they were going to take anything as a sound bite, it’d be this: “It’s not a perfect system by a long shot, and the time may be closer at hand than ever to figure out a better way. But until then, it’s what we’ve got, and the only thing sitting it out does is provide greater cover for the folks who want to destroy it altogether.”
The silence that met that was punctuated by someone from the very back of the scrum, who raised his voice to ask, “Congressman, one final question – can you give us a smile?”
Enjolras’s eyes narrowed, partially from the inanity of the question, and partially because he was pretty sure he knew that voice. “Excuse me?”
“Just, you know, flash us a quick glimpse of those pearly whites,” the voice said helpfully, and all the reporters turned to gawk at the questioner, who grinned at Enjolras.
It was a smile Enjolras couldn’t help but return, even as he rolled his eyes. “Ok, who decided to give my partner a press pass?” he asked, holding out his hand for Grantaire, who crossed over to him and took it.
“Don’t be mad at them,” he told Enjolras, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “They thought it would be funny, and they were right.”
Enjolras just shook his head affectionately. “Everyone, you know my better half, Grantaire.”
Grantaire gave the press corps a brief wave. “Salutations.”
“Mr., uh, Grantaire, can we ask you a few questions?” a reporter asked hopefully.
Enjolras glanced at Grantaire, who just shrugged. “Sure but I don’t think your editors are going to be thrilled you wasted your footage on me.”
“They’ll probably just use it as b-roll,” Enjolras told him in an undertone.
Grantaire winked at him. “That may be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
Enjolras laughed as the reporter doggedly continued with her question. “The Congressman on occasion has referred to you as the more cynical between the two of you, so I have to ask: have you already voted, and if not, do you plan on voting?”
"Ok, not to actually sound as cynical as I’ve been accused of being, but if you think there’s a world where the significant other of a congressperson is going to say they aren’t planning on voting…” Grantaire trailed off before continuing, “I have voted, yes. I voted early this past weekend. I am lucky enough to live in a county in a state that makes it very easy for me to cast my ballot and make my voice heard.”
“And do you agree with your, uh, I mean, um, with the Congressman—”
The reporter floundered and Grantaire gave him a look. “With my partner?”
“Yes, sorry,” the reporter said, flushing. “Do you agree with him on the importance of voting?”
Grantaire considered it for a moment, and Enjolras tried not to hold his breath as he waited for his answer. “Enjolras has two quotes, both likely apocryphal in whomever they’re credited to, that he loves to say,” Grantaire said finally. “The first is this: ‘history is made by those who show up’. In this country, under this system, we show up by voting. Like he said, it’s not perfect system, but it’s the one we got.”
“And what’s the second one?”
“That every two years, we have the opportunity to peacefully overthrow our government through elections. Maybe it’s time some more folks took advantage of that.” Grantaire squeezed Enjolras hand before telling the reporters, “Now if you’ll excuse us, the congressman owes me a date.”
Enjolras gave them a wave as he let Grantaire pull him towards the waiting car. “You know, Combeferre doesn’t like when I use words like ‘overthrow the government’.”
Grantaire smirked. “That’s why I used them for you.”
Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Great, so the headline will just be ‘Congressman’s Partner Advocates for Overthrow of Government’, rather than ‘Congressman Advocates for Overthrow of Government’.”
“Disappointed?” Grantaire asked, opening the car door for him.
“Couldn’t be prouder,” Enjolras said, kissing his cheek before sliding into the car. “What was with asking me to smile?”
Grantaire slid in next to him. “You looked stressed, and very serious,” he said with a shrug. “And I figured it might make you smile for real once you realized it was me asking.”
“Well,” Enjolras said, feeling unexpectedly touched by that. “You weren’t wrong.”
“I know,” Grantaire said, a little smugly. “I so very rarely am.”
Enjolras just shook his head, but he still couldn’t stop his smile as he wrapped an arm around Grantaire’s shoulders and tugged him close to his side.
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