I urge the DC Council to immediately pass emergency legislation to restore the extended juvenile curfew in Washington, DC.
The absence of this vital tool is having a profound negative impact on both public safety and sense of safety in the District.
We cannot afford further delay.
Accountability and opportunity must go hand in hand. Janeese Lewis George voted against giving DC a curfew tool to respond to youth gatherings that have, at times, erupted into violence. And when the Council had the opportunity to extend rec center hours, she shut it down, choosing politics over our youth.
As Mayor, I won’t tolerate this kind of disorder, and I’ll make sure our young people have safe, constructive places to go.
We celebrate DC’s 75K+ small businesses and their 230K+ workers in honor of Small Business Week.
We need bold leadership that will champion programs like the Commercial Property Acquisition Fund to prevent displacement and invest in our minority entrepreneurs + business owners.
I promised Mayor Marion Barry that I would do more for Ward 8 than any Mayor ever had.
And I've kept my promise to him.
Today, we honor his legacy—memorialized in our buildings and streets, the nation's leading summer youth program, and the hearts of generations of Washingtonians.
Happy birthday to DC's champion for last, the lost, and the least: our Mayor for Life, Marion Barry.
I grew up in DC. Delivered mail here. Raised my family here. And I’ve spent my career fighting for the people who make this city run.
But let’s be honest. Too many DC families are getting squeezed. Rent is too high. Childcare costs too much. Utility bills keep climbing.
And working people are one emergency away from being pushed out of the city they built.
That’s why I’m running for Mayor. To deliver. Not make promises I can’t keep.
Here’s what I’m fighting for:
LOWER HOUSING COSTS. Expand down payment assistance for first-time homebuyers. Require deeply affordable units. Cut the red tape that drives up construction costs. Keep families in the city they call home.
BRING DOWN UTILITY BILLS. Mandate affordability-first utility regulation. Automatic enrollment in assistance programs. Real paths out of utility debt. Free energy upgrades for low- and moderate-income families. No more shutoffs without accountability.
FUND CHILDCARE. Make sure working parents can actually afford to go to work.
FUND BABY BONDS. Every child born in DC deserves a real economic foundation. I authored the legislation. As Mayor, I’ll fund it.
GOOD JOBS IN EVERY WARD. A real jobs agenda tied to DC’s biggest investments, with first-source hiring, apprenticeships, and union pathways so residents share in the city’s growth.
DEFEND HOME RULE. Trump and DOGE want to run our city. As a former DOJ civil rights prosecutor, I know how to fight back. Day One directive: end MPD cooperation with ICE. Full stop.
SAFE NEIGHBORHOODS. I authored the NEAR Act, which created DC’s public health approach to violence prevention. Safety and opportunity go hand in hand. Full stop.
DC deserves a mayor who has already done the work, and who will keep doing it.
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It’s official. Thanks to your help, we have collected twice the amount of petition signatures needed to get on the ballot for the Democratic primary on June 16th.
We couldn’t have done it without your support!
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WE MADE HISTORY! Thanks to the grassroots support across all 8 wards of DC, we raised a groundbreaking $181,364 in the first day after announcing our campaign.
We are so grateful for your support. Let’s go fight and deliver for ALL DC.
My name is Kenyan McDuffie, I'm a lifelong Washingtonian, a former mailman, and most importantly—a husband and father. I'm running to be the next mayor to fight and deliver for all DC.
We knew it was coming: Kenyan McDuffie has joined the D.C. mayoral race.
It's going to be a fascinating contest. D.C. is at a pretty significant crossroads, and we've got two well-known locals with history in city government who will have to define their vision for what's next.
my grandmother was an educator, started a private school in Havana in the 50s and worked as the principal
taught some English classes at night for adults as well
so obviously Castro's goons took possession of the school after 1959
which to have your dream that you built from nothing taken from you and given to complete idiots who burn it down in short order is one thing
but the most humiliating aspect of the whole ordeal that my grandmother would talk about was more specific than that
it was having men show up at her door, after everything was done, holding an inventory sheet that they found which listed how many desks she had bought for the school, blackboards, etc
and being asked about a few desks they couldn't find. literally that. how come there's 48 desks in the school and not the 50 on the inventory sheet.
of course the answer was that they broke and they threw them out. the inventory sheet was old.
but they didn't believe her, they intimidated her at gunpoint. a little lady, a school principal who probably weighed 100 pounds. where are the fucking desks. she remembered that forever.
it's almost 70 years later, and the situation is if anything only more absurd, more morally and economically bankrupt
in Cuba if your fridge breaks, you wait until the government sends you a new one (on the seventh of never) and docks it from your govt pay accordingly. your govt pay is ~16 USD a month.
you can make more by pestering some euro or canadian tourist to buy some random junk off you -- if you follow them around enough and are persuasive enough, they will give you a $20, which is more then your doctor makes in a month.
which is sort of whatever, because there really are no stores, just ration counters with 5-6 things listed on a blackboard that they'll trade you for tickets.
rice, sugar, salt, cigarettes.
if you don't smoke you trade you trade your cigarette rations for something else. toilet paper.
when your kids get older, they don't move out, there's literally nowhere for them to move to. nothing is built, nothing is for sale, and you have no money anyway. you put up paper walls, pretend not to hear each other.
the thing you smuggle into Cuba when you're visiting family isn't expensive stuff, the most precious items are USB drives with movie rips and video game roms, and $5 tins of Cafe Pilon
'cause Cuba exports any good coffee it makes, and leaves locals to drink stuff so bad that the $5 tin feels truly luxurious.
when I was visiting my great aunt, one of her neighbors came in and made himself a cup of coffee. he didn't know it was fresh from the tin we brought over; it had been transferred over to their usual container.
saw a grown man well up with apologetic tears in his eyes because as soon as his lips touched the drink, he knew this was different. he drank his neighbor's Cafe Pilon thinking it was just the usual crap and he almost cried. Because he felt he had taken something incredibly precious of his neighbor's without asking.
anyway, my point is: you don't really need to try out repossessing people's private property in New York. there's an island 90 miles off Florida where incredibly smart people, I sincerely mean that, have been doing it for three-quarters of a century.
In 2025, the members of the Metropolitan Police Department drove significant reductions in every category of crime. We’re committed to keeping our communities safe, and driving further reductions this year.
It has been the honor of my life to be your Mayor. Together, we have built a legacy of success of which I am intensely proud.
With a grateful heart, I am announcing that I will not seek a fourth term.
For the next 12 months, let's run through the tape and keep winning for DC.
Our North Star is protecting Home Rule and DC's autonomy.
DC residents, we are going to continue to make the right decisions—the tough decisions—and we are going to get to the other side of this.