It didn’t take Kamala Harris long to start lying about her past as Joe Biden has always done.
She just told people that when she was little she fell out of her stroller and her mother asked her what she wanted and Kamala says she answered “Fweedom.”
That’s a cute story. Too bad it’s not hers.
That story is now 55 years old and it was a story from MLK.
Harris did told her story in an October interview with Elle Magazine. I guess she also picked up the habit of plagiarizing from old Joe. She told the interviewer this story.
She was at a civil rights march with her parents. She fell out of the stroller and her parents never noticed and they walked away. Later, they noticed that she was missing and they looked for her.
When they found her, she was upset. She said her mother asked her what was wrong and then asked her if she needed anything and Baby Kamala said “fweedom.”
Now, I ask you, isn’t that cute? When people read the article, I’ll bet there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
But the story seems very familiar.
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.’”
In 1965, Martin Luthor King told the following story:
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.