The rapport between Joe and me was genuine. For two people who seemingly couldn’t have been more different, our values were incredibly aligned. We cared about working people, we’d given our lives to public service. We would outdo each other quoting sayings from our parents, and we both liked to secretly and affectionately make fun of the British, drawing on our respective colonial ancestry—his Irish, mine Jamaican and Indian.
WTF. Slavery and famines were not a joke. Kamala is insane.
