Earlier this week, U.S. Sen. Kamala Harris posted a bunch of wistful tweets supposedly detailing her childhood Kwanzaa celebrations. It didn’t take long for critics and detractors to unload on the alleged vice president-elect for having likely fabricated these cherished “childhood memories” – and with very good reason.
“Our Kwanzaa celebrations are one of my favorite childhood memories,” one tweet said. “The whole family would gather around across multiple generations and we’d tell stories and light the candles.” As a bunch of Twitterites indicated, this is highly unlikely, since Harris was born in 1964, and Kwanzaa wasn’t even “a thing” until 1966.
I was born in 1961. As I’ve mentioned previously in this space, I grew up on a first-name basis with the children of slain civil rights leader Malcolm X. I vividly remember seeing the newspaper and TV reports of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination. I also had a mother who was singularly focused on the education of black youth in our community throughout my childhood. What all this means is that I was very conscious of things that were going on at that time in the area of race relations and civil rights, and the changes that were taking place.
When she can’t buy a spot with her vagina, she resorts to leaving reality altogether. This will lead the U.S.?
Just like her ole buddy Obama, if her lips are moving, she’s lying.