For months, the 2020 presidential election felt like a distant rumble, a background noise I couldn’t quite tune into. The candidates, their policies, their promises – it all seemed to lack a certain… resonance. Maybe it was the constant barrage of negativity, or the feeling that the choices were too limited, too familiar. Whatever it was, I felt disconnected, almost apathetic.
Then, Kamala Harris announced her candidacy. It was like someone had flipped a switch. Suddenly, the election felt real, tangible, important. It wasn’t just a political process; it was a chance to break barriers, to see someone who looked like me, who sounded like me, fight for the future I envisioned.
Harris’ entry wasn’t just about her qualifications or policies, though those were undoubtedly important. It was about representation. It was about seeing myself reflected in a potential leader, someone who understood the struggles and aspirations of a generation, someone who could inspire and motivate.
Her presence in the race awakened something within me. It ignited a spark of hope, a sense of possibility, a belief that change was not just imaginable, but achievable. For the first time, I felt truly invested in the election, not just as a citizen, but as a person who had a stake in the outcome.
Harris’ campaign wasn’t just about her, it was about the countless individuals who saw themselves in her, who felt a sense of belonging, of empowerment. It was about a collective awakening, a realization that our voices, our stories, our dreams mattered.
Whether or not Harris ultimately secured the nomination, her entry into the race had a profound impact on me and countless others. It reminded us that representation matters, that seeing ourselves reflected in leadership can inspire us to fight for a better future. And for that, we owe her a debt of gratitude.
