If you think you’ve had a stressful week. Imagine being Kamala Harris. You take your first big trip south of the border, to what we used to call the “developing world.” You’re excited about it because you know, that as a licensed “person of color,” all the other “people of color” you’re going to meet will be thrilled to see you. That’s how it works in the “people of color” community. They’ve got so much in common that getting along is effortless. It’s one big happy community. You’re oppressed, they’re oppressed, you’ll be friends. If you’re Kamala Harris, that’s what you’ve always assumed. But it turns out, you were wrong.
You finally get to Guatemala and discover that, actually, the people there detest you. They couldn’t care less about all the glass ceilings you say you’ve shattered. They’re not impressed by your political science degree or the fact you once chaired the Black Law Students Association in college. They find you phony and annoying. In fact, they strongly prefer the orange man you replaced. At least he was funny. They tell you to buzz off and go home. Get out of here and don’t come back. Imagine how that must feel