Kamala Harris’ Ex Criticizes Her Campaign: ‘Not One of Them Got it Right’

While some surrogates for Vice President Kamala Harris blame her historic loss to now-President-elect Donald Trump on President Joe Biden’s late exit from the race, a bevy of former campaign staffers say that thinking is “detached from reality.”

Former San Francisco Democrat Mayor Willie Brown, who dated Harris in the 1990s, says her campaign lost the election because they “read the tea leaves wrong.”

“Not one of them got it right, not one. They did not go back and say, how is it we did not succeed with Hillary is it possible to elect a woman to the presidency in the United States if that answer from all of the processes
say questionable, then you know what you need to do,” Brown whined.

Brown went on to note that Hillary Clinton was “traumatized by her defeat for years,” but thinks Harris will be able to “overcome” this loss and continue in politics.

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