In May I argued that direct mail didn’t just raise money. It became one of neoliberalism’s handiest tools, reframing collective struggle as a private transaction. It didn’t kill the civic imagination; it domesticated it, shrinking our sense of what participation should mean. What once felt like building movements was replaced with a transactional spirit where growth looked like success but connection became an afterthought. And while many of my colleagues want to keep debating the merit...
