I’ve been battling a nasty-ass cold for the better part of two weeks now. And Monday I spent the day lying on the couch sneezing, coughing and going through a box of Kleenex. You can imagine I needed a little entertainment to turn my frown upside down. And I got it thanks to the active imagination of Kamala Harris – or Kamala Mitty if you will.
Apparently back in the fall, Elle Magazine did a slobbering feature story on Kamala Mitty that included fictional tales worthy of her running mate.
It included this anecdote:
Senator Kamala Harris started her life’s work young. She laughs from her gut, the way you would with family, as she remembers being wheeled through an Oakland, California, civil rights march in a stroller with no straps with her parents and her uncle. At some point, she fell from the stroller (few safety regulations existed for children’s equipment back then), and the adults, caught up in the rapture of protest, just kept on marching. By the time they noticed little Kamala was gone and doubled back, she was understandably upset. “My mother tells the story about how I’m fussing,” Harris says, “and she’s like, ‘Baby, what do you want? What do you need?’ And I just looked at her and I said, ‘Fweedom.’”
Oh, please. What a fwaud.
I wonder if this happened before or after her cherished childhood memories of celebrating Kwanzaa.
Well, as it happens, this story of infant fweedom fighter Kamala Mitty isn’t just a fictional tale.
It’s a pwagiarized fictional tale.
Because of course it is.
Yesterday, a contributing editor for Macleans named Andray Domise revealed on Twitter that this fictional tale of “Fweedom” from Kamala Mitty actually came from Martin Luther King Jr.
In his 1965 Playboy interview with Alex Haley, King recounts:
I never will forget a moment in Birmingham when a white policeman accosted a little Negro girl, seven or eight years old, who was walking in a demonstration with her mother. “What do you want?” the policeman asked her gruffly, and the little girl looked him straight in the eye and answered, “Fee-dom.” She couldn’t even pronounce it, but she knew. It was beautiful! Many times when I have been in sorely trying situations, the memory of that little one has come into my mind, and has buoyed me.
I mean, come on!
Are all Democrats closet Walter Mittys?
Back in 2016, I did a post about Hillary Clinton’s fabricated memory of working with the Children’s Defense Fund that she shared in her convention speech.
Of course, Hillary started making up stories about her life long before 2016.
She landed in Bosnia under sniper fire.
She tried to enlist in the Marines in the 1970s but was turned down because she was a woman.
Her parents named her after Sir Edmund Hillary after he became the first man to scale Mount Everest (which he did six years after Hillary was born).
And don’t even get me started on Joe Biden’s flights of fancy.
So in a way, I’m not at all surprised that Kamala Mitty doesn’t have a problem with inventing (or borrowing) a childhood fraught with the perils of the civil rights movement.
Anybody else wondering if her “That little girl was me” story in the first debate was a big, fat lie as well?
Back in 2019 Daniel Greenfield referred to Kamala’s need to rewrite her past as her “Political Blackface Routine.”
Blackface controversies have torn apart Virginia. But Kamala Harris is running her own kind of blackface routine, performing stereotypes about black people for mostly white audiences, in order to get ahead. And the awkward head movements, the phony cultural references and attempts at victimhood, is its own kind of political minstrel show reeking of contempt for both black and white people.
Both Warren and Harris, successful professional women, appropriated the cultural identities of oppressed people to get a leg up because much of identity politics is really performative social climbing by upper-class professionals trying to obtain special privileges by identifying with minorities.
The new political blackface routines, like the old minstrel shows, depend on insulting condescending stereotypes, like Warren’s Pow Wow Chow and Harris’ imaginary Jamaican pot smoking family. Minstrel shows dehumanized their targets and their participants. Political blackface does the same thing.
Senator Kamala Harris could run as a career prosecutor from two upper class families, who grew up traveling the world with her parents, who spent her formative years in Montreal, who counted Nancy Pelosi as a friend back in her Nob Hill days, who married at a Jewish-Indian wedding, and whose tastes in music, very obviously, don’t include either Snoop Dogg or Salt-N-Pepa.
Instead she decided to run as a self-made blackface cartoon because her background is too diverse and too complicated. Identity politics claims to value diversity, but favors simple identities that appeal to chauvinistic racial and ethnic national movements. Kamala’s diversity cuts across those neat lines, outraging racial and religious sensibilities, and necessitating a simpler story complete with blackface.
Obama had composite girlfriends. Kamala Mitty has a composite life story.
You gotta admit, it’s wildly entertaining.
Speaking of entertaining, let me present the Fictional Tales of Kamala Mitty in pictures.
