That Kamala Feeling
It Was So Much More Than the White Pantsuit
When Kamala confidently strode onto the glass-lined stage on Saturday night, November 7, 2020, in Wilmington, Delaware, to deliver her acceptance speech for Vice President Elect, there was something that happened. You heard it didn’t you? You felt it, right?
It wasn’t just that she wore a confident suffragette white pantsuit, with the flouncy white satin blouse with the peek-a-boo pussy-bow tie. It wasn’t only that her smile was electric but not giddy; that her eyes looked into the cameras, and right at me (and you too); that when she waved, I felt my hand involuntarily lift off my lap to wave back.
It was that she was actually there.
We all know that Kamala has been able to tick off the box for “firsts” for many categories, all at once: First woman, first woman of colour, first daughter of an immigrant, first mixed-race woman. She has allowed a very long list of people to draw the conclusion that “she looks like us” while she stands on that massive stage — maybe even the full half of America.
But she’s also the first woman America has chosen to trust by casting their votes in record numbers, to successfully vault her to top office. And it was a package deal, to be certain, as I said before: Joe is Good, but Kamala is Great. This act of…
