Kamala celebrated Kwanzaa as a child

[Crude Abolitionist]

Copmala

You don't have to lie anymore you got the job

 

[Insensitive]

Kamala Harris launches into these clearly caricatured depictions of Blackness and it low
key sickens me.


I don't understand why people ride for this clown so much.

 

[Godless Socialist CEO]

She’s a cop who fukking cares

 

[I Really Mean It]

 

[☑︎#VoteDemocrat]

This is fukking stupid.

She was born in 1964. Her parents separated in 1972.

There is no controversial here.

 

[Cadillac]

yeah im sure she was, while listening to 2pac in the winter of 1978

 

[shopthatwrecks]

LIES.... nikka.... she was raised with her INDIAN mother in INDIA and Canada... stop believing these fukking lies... how many times she gonna lie to y'all!!!

EDIT:

 

[KillerB88]

Where the pictures at?

 

[Professor Emeritus]

LIES.... nikka.... she was raised with her INDIAN mother in INDIA and Canada... stop believing these fukking lies... how many times she gonna lie to y'all!!!

Caught you in another lie.

She grew up in Oakland, not fukking India. She didn't move to Canada until she was 12.

Harris was born in Oakland, California,[10] on October 20, 1964.[11] Her mother, Shyamala Gopalan, a biologist whose work on the progesterone receptor gene stimulated advances in breast cancer research,[12] had arrived in the U.S. from Tamil Nadu in India in 1958 as a 19-year-old graduate student in nutrition and endocrinology at the University of California, Berkeley;[13][14] Gopalan received her PhD in 1964.[15] Her father, Donald J. Harris, is a Stanford University professor emeritus of economics, who arrived in the U.S. from British Jamaica in 1961 for graduate study at UC Berkeley, receiving a PhD in economics in 1966.[16][17] Along with her younger sister, Maya, Harris lived in Berkeley, California,[18][19] briefly on Milvia Street in central Berkeley, then a duplex on Bancroft Way in West Berkeley, an area often called "the flatlands"[20] with a significant black population.[21]


Harris's childhood home on Bancroft Way in Berkeley
When Harris began kindergarten, she was bused as part of Berkeley's comprehensive desegregation program to Thousand Oaks Elementary School, a public school in a more prosperous neighborhood in northern Berkeley[20] which previously had been 95 percent white, and after the desegregation plan went into effect became 40 percent Black.[21] A neighbor regularly took the Harris girls to an African American church in Oakland where they sang in the children's choir,[22][23] and the girls and their mother also frequently visited a nearby African American cultural center.[24] Their mother introduced them to Hinduism and took them to a nearby Hindu temple, where she occasionally sang.[25] As children, she and her sister visited their mother's family in Madras (now Chennai) several times.[26] She says she has been strongly influenced by her maternal grandfather P. V. Gopalan, a retired Indian civil servant whose progressive views on democracy and women's rights impressed her. Harris has remained in touch with her Indian aunts and uncles throughout her adult life.[27] Harris has also visited her father's family in Jamaica.[28]

Her parents divorced when she was seven. Harris has said that when she and her sister visited their father in Palo Alto on weekends, other children in the neighborhood were not allowed to play with them because they were black.[26] When she was twelve, Harris and her sister moved with their mother to Montreal, Quebec, Canada, where Shyamala had accepted a research and teaching position at the McGill University-affiliated Jewish General Hospital.[29]

Her parents literally met at a Black study group:

Shyamala Gopalan fell into important friendships at Berkeley right away.

As she stood in line to register for classes, in the fall of 1959, the person standing behind her was Cedric Robinson, a Black teenager from Oakland.

Mr. Robinson, whose grandfather had fled Alabama in the 1920s to escape a lynching, was the first in his family to enroll in college. “As a Black kid from Oakland, he didn’t even know what one did to get into the university,” recalled his widow, Elizabeth.

The woman in front of him made an impression. Ms. Gopalan, his elder by two years, often wore a sari in those days, and acquaintances said they thought she came from royalty; that’s how she carried herself. When Mr. Robinson stepped up to the desk, the registrar assumed he was a graduate student from Africa, and asked, politely, if his country was also paying his tuition.

Mr. Robinson, who died in 2016, thought that was hilarious, said the historian Robin D.G. Kelley. He would tell that story over the years, as he went on to earn a master’s and a Ph.D., then tenure at the University of California at Santa Barbara, writing five books along the way. He and Ms. Gopalan would form a lifelong friendship.

When he wrote his best-known book, “Black Marxism: The Making of the Black Radical Tradition,” in 1983, he listed the old friends who had helped him formulate his ideas. They were all Black, except for Ms. Gopalan.

They would both become part of a Black intellectual study group that met in the off-campus house of Mary Agnes Lewis, an anthropology student.

The group, later known as the Afro American Association, was “the most foundational institution in the Black Power movement,” said Ms. Murch, who devotes two chapters to it in her book.

This was no casual book club. Reading was assigned, and if you failed to keep up with it you would pay. At one discussion on existentialism, a community college student named Huey Newton — the future co-founder of the Black Panther Party — was chastised for not having done the reading, recalled Margot Dashiell, 78, who went on to become a sociology professor at Laney College.

“He came back the next time and he was fully prepared,” she said.

Those bare-bones gatherings — “there was a lot of floor-sitting,” she recalled — were her first exposure to the idea that American Black culture had its origins in Africa.

“We were getting a new language,” she said. “We were inventing a new language. The first new word was Afro-American. I had never heard it in my life. We were not going to be this thing that had no origin, Negro. We were going to be calling out our heritage.”

Ms. Dashiell explained that they had all been raised to be “integrationists,” to fight for admission to white institutions. “This was a revolutionary turn of thought,” she said, “that we have differences but the differences are not bad.”

The group would later limit its membership to people of African descent, refusing admission to the white partner of a Black member, Ms. Murch writes.

But as a former colonial subject, and a person of color, there was no question that Shyamala Gopalan belonged, other members said in interviews.

“She was part of the real brotherhood and sisterhood. There was never an issue,” said Aubrey LaBrie, who went on to teach courses on Black nationalism at San Francisco State University. “She was just accepted as part of the group.”

As part of the group, Ms. Gopalan sometimes joked about the vastly different world she had left behind. Ms. Dashiell remembered her laughing with Mr. Robinson about a suitor who had approached her family about arranging a marriage, sending relatives scrambling to consult astrological charts.

Foreign students were arriving in increasing numbers, representatives of newly independent states with nonwhite elites. The groups found each other naturally.

“They were people from somewhere else, who had a broader view of the world, and they were people of color,” said the historian Nell I. Painter, 78, whose father worked at Berkeley at the time. “I remember people from somewhere else as representing a kind of intellectual freedom.”

In 1961, when Mr. Harris arrived on campus, he, too, fell in with the study group right away.

On one of his first days at Berkeley, he said, he spotted a Black architecture student holding a hand-painted sign, staging a one-man demonstration against apartheid in South Africa, and introduced himself. The student turned out to be Kenneth Simmons, a “guiding light” in the Afro American Association, along with Ms. Lewis and Mr. Robinson, he said.

Mr. Harris described the study group as an oasis, his introduction “to the realities of African-American life in its truest and rawest form, its richness and complexity, wealth and poverty, hope and despair.”

It was in that company, in the fall of 1962, that he met his future wife. “We talked then, continued to talk at a subsequent meeting, and at another, and another,” he said. The following year they were married.

...

A web of support — from day care, to church, to godparents and piano lessons — radiated out from the Afro American Association.

“Those ties became the village that supported her in rearing the children,” said Ms. Dashiell, the sociology professor who was a member of the discussion group. “I don’t mean financially. They surrounded those children.”

Mr. LaBrie introduced Ms. Gopalan Harris to his aunt, Regina Shelton, who ran a day care center in West Berkeley. Mrs. Shelton, who had been born in Louisiana, became a pillar of the young family’s life, eventually renting them an apartment upstairs from the day care center.

often worked late, recalled Carole Porter, 56, a childhood friend of Senator Harris, and had high expectations for her daughters.

“Shyamala didn’t play,” she said. “Being an immigrant, five feet tall, and having an accent — when things like that happen to you, and you face stuff, that toughens you up.”

But there was always a snack and a hug at Mrs. Shelton’s. If it got too late, the sleepy children would go to bed at her house, or Mrs. Shelton would send her daughters to tuck them in at home. One of Senator Harris’s favorite stories from childhood is of preparing a batch of lemon squares with salt instead of sugar; Mrs. Shelton, her face puckered, said they were delicious.

On Sunday mornings, Mrs. Shelton would take the girls to the 23rd Avenue Church of God, a Black Baptist church. This, Ms. Porter said, was what Shyamala wanted for them.

“She raised them to be Black women,” Ms. Porter said. “Shyamala really wanted them to have both.”

Ms. Dashiell said she was certain that some influence of the study group survived in the Harris children.

“The thinking within the association was deep,” she said. “You would look at, what are the underlying causes of the problems that we find ourselves in as Black people? And that is something that would have translated, through these families, to Kamala.”

 

[Professor Emeritus]

Y'all hate her this bad Y'all mad she's happy about Kwanzaa

My thread about Trump rushing executions of five Black folk, they silent.

Kamala Harris promotes Kwanzaa when her parents literally met at a Black study group with members who helped form Kwanzaa, and they have nothing but hate.

 

[ElMorenoFeo809]

She can stop with the pandering,she's the elected VP, election day was weeks ago, stop it.

 

[TheAnointedOne]

The black Hilary Clinton

 

[El Bombi]

I'm not indian bytch nikka. Come correct.

 

[Xyrax]

My thread about Trump rushing executions of five Black folk, they silent.

Kamala Harris promotes Kwanzaa when her parents literally met at a Black study group with members who helped form Kwanzaa, and they have nothing but hate.

Its crazy. You can really tell by the stuff that gets the replies where these posters minds are at. shyt is beyond suspect.

 

[ORDER_66]

She grew up in Oakland, not fukking India. She didn't move to Canada until she was 12.

Nikka.... you just buried yaself... stop protecting this fraudulent ass bytch... bytch lived in INDIA too... enough already!!!