By Rich Lowry
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
It is appropriate that Kamala Harris is from the
town of Oakland, Calif., of which it was famously said there was no there
there.
It is hard to think of another presidential nominee who
has felt so utterly superficial — not as a campaign tactic, but as a reality.
Certainly, she’s nowhere close to as compelling,
distinctive, and commanding as Barack Obama and Donald Trump when they rose to
become their parties’ nominees.
She’s not the instigator and leader of a movement, the
way those two men were (the coalition of the ascendant and MAGA, respectively).
She doesn’t have a distinct mode of politics, whereas
both Obama and Trump had the feel of something we hadn’t seen before.
She doesn’t have any signature issues, when Obama and
Trump made themselves synonymous with, on the one hand, ending the Iraq war
and, on the other, building the wall.
Both Obama (in 2008) and Trump (in 2016) toppled
establishment candidates in epic nomination battles — Harris had her nomination
handed to her.
She has no flavor.
She’s woke but doesn’t embrace being woke; her policies
are socialistic although she’s not a self-declared socialist; she’s a tough
law-and-order prosecutor, except when she’s not.
She’s not a party institutionalist like Bob Dole, finally
rewarded with his party’s nomination after decades of service, or a “maverick”
like John McCain, who, after years being in the wilderness, finally won over
his party (temporarily).
Of course, she’s not a Bill Clinton, who rose from
relative obscurity based on his unbelievable verbal acuity, charm, and
shamelessness that could see him through any fix or scandal.
No, Kamala Harris feels thin, fragile, and manufactured.
Nominating her without a primary fight was an accident of circumstances, yes,
but also probably a necessity.
Her signature phrases are banal (the coconut tree) or
risibly vacuous (unburdened by what has been).
Her “brat” branding is derivative — she didn’t come up
with the concept or even with the idea that she herself is brat.
There’s always an overwhelming sense that she says things
because they are things that you are supposed to say, not because she has
thought them through and believes in them with any conviction.
Say what you will about Barack Obama, but his speeches
are always his own. His address last night at the DNC ended with a long
(annoying) rumination about what divides us that has been part of his case for
his kind of politics for a very long time now.
There’s no doubt that there is enthusiasm around Kamala
Harris, but it feels largely like sheer relief that Biden is off the ticket and
that Democrats are back in the game. We are being told that everything is very
joyful with an insistence that sounds more like a demand than a neutral
observation. It’s insta-joy, a de rigueur joy.
Can Harris win? Yes. And that’s the whole point of the
exercise. Just like Joe Biden before her, she’s merely a vehicle. She, too, is
a default candidate — Biden was not Bernie Sanders, and Harris is not Joe
Biden, at a time when she happened to be the only plausible alternative to
Biden.
If this speaks to an underlying weakness of her campaign,
it is also one of the advantages of having a coherent establishment. The
Democrats and their media allies have had the unity and discipline, so far, to
pull off a feat that few would dare attempt: to topple a sitting president and
create a political phenomenon out of the thinnest of reeds.
Their gamble is that they can create enough of a “there”
to get through the next 75 days.
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