Hello everyone,

My name is Shelby Campbell, and I’m running for Congress—not because it’s been my lifelong dream, but because it’s our time to take charge.

I respect and appreciate the previous generations who paved the way, but the world has changed drastically since many of the people in power first took office. Politics is supposed to be about service, not status. It’s supposed to be for the people, not a fallback job for those with a political science degree and connections.

I don’t come from Capitol Hill—I come from a union hall. I’m not running because I think I’m smarter. I’m running because I’ve lived what so many in District 13 are still living through: long shifts, childcare struggles, low wages, and high expectations with very little support. This isn’t theory to me. It’s life.

As a third-generation automotive worker, I was raised in the heart of the labor movement. I’ve succeeded in this capitalistic society, sure—but I also know the emotional gaps it leaves behind. I thank my parents for the tangible things and the good times, but what I longed for most was connection—something so many working-class families are forced to sacrifice just to survive.

We, the millennials, were told all our lives: “When you grow up, you get to make the rules.” Well—we’re grown now. And we’re making the rules.

We are the bridge generation—we lived before social media and after it. We know how to fact-check with an encyclopedia and with Google Scholar. We have the memory of what was, and the imagination of what could be.

This campaign isn’t about power. It’s about people. It’s about reclaiming our voice, rebuilding our communities, and rewriting the rules to work for us.

First time walking for graduation since I was 6 years old. It’s rare—just 19% of student‑parents at community college complete their degree in six years.I beat the odds—and I did it for me.

Marcello and Alonzo’s father is also a third-generation automotive worker,
but now they get to watch their mom level up—and know they can too.

Community matters. We’ve forgotten that.
Cities nurture connection. Suburbs sell convenience.
I’m raising my boys to find joy in the simple things—sand between their fingers, time with family, and love that doesn’t come with a price tag.