Just twenty minutes ago in California, Kamala Harris crossed a political threshold the country has never seen before. With the final vote tallied at the Democratic National Convention, she was officially confirmed as the Democratic Party’s nominee for President of the United States. The arena erupted — cheers, applause, waving signs, tears in the crowd — all signaling the historic weight of the moment. Harris, the first woman of color ever to lead a major party’s presidential ticket, stepped into the spotlight not as someone’s running mate or second-in-command, but as the face of the Democratic Party heading into the November election.
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