I am not running for the title or glamor of the Presidency. I am running because I am you. We are in the same boat, of the same country, and its people are an office where everyone deserves to be heard.
Ethan came into this world without a single tear. Not indifference. Readiness.
He left school with a diploma and walked straight into one of the worst job markets in American history. Good work was scarce. He kept looking anyway.
Ethan worked the grill for five years. Not as a footnote. As a foundation. He learned discipline, service, and what it means to show up every single day.
In a country where the cost of college grows faster than any wage, he fought through it anyway, working and grinding, and came out with three degrees. Not because the system made it easy. Because he refused to let it stop him.
He had two hernias. The medical bills that followed were not a surprise to anyone who has navigated the American healthcare system without a safety net. He got through it. He kept moving.
When the world shut down, Ethan reported to work at a small business printer company. He kept things running when running anything felt impossible.
He managed operations behind the scenes of a global cold chain, learning how supply, commerce, and people are all connected.
He served customers and kept the gears turning at a publicly traded company, where he saw firsthand how decisions made at the top land on the shoulders of everyday workers.
Ethan Avila was born and raised in a small town in Southern California, the kind of place where the cost of living goes up every year and the opportunities do not. He came into this world without crying. That detail matters less as trivia and more as a disposition. He arrived ready.
He went to university in Los Angeles and earned three degrees. He was not handed any of them. In a country where the price of higher education has outpaced wages for decades, where student debt is a life sentence dressed up as an opportunity, getting those degrees meant grinding through it anyway, with late nights and jobs that had nothing to do with his ambitions, because that is the deal this country offers most people now.
When he graduated, the Great Recession was already underway. The economy that had been promised to him, and to his entire generation, was gone. The jobs were not there. The wages were not there. The safety net was not there. He worked the grill at McDonald's for five years, not because it was the plan, but because in a broken job market, showing up somewhere is what you do. He is not embarrassed by that. He should not be. He showed up, he served people, and he learned what service actually means when you are on your feet all day wondering if this country sees you.
Then he had two hernias. The medical bills that followed were not a surprise to anyone who knows what it costs to get sick in this country without a real safety net under you. He got through it. Most people do not have a choice but to try.
At the start of the pandemic, he was an Office Assistant at a small business printer company, keeping operations alive while the federal government scrambled and small businesses across the country were left to figure it out alone. After that, an Admin Assistant role at an international ice cream distribution business, where he saw what it looks like when global supply chains meet local livelihoods. Then customer service at a publicly traded copper company, where he watched, every single day, how the decisions made in boardrooms and in Washington land directly on the people answering the phones.
That is the full picture. Not a polished resume. A real one. The kind that belongs to someone who has lived in the consequences of this country's choices, not above them. That is exactly who should be making them.
This is not a collection of talking points. These are firm, considered stances built on the belief that American voters deserve to know exactly who they are voting for and why. Click any issue area to read the full position.