My grandmother was named Kamala. And now, so is my vice president

The writer wonders what four years of Harris in the news – her caramel skin glossy on magazine covers and reflected on front-page news spreads – will do to the psyche of America's young. — AP

Why that matters...

MY grandmother's name was Kamala. She was born in a small slice of western India at a time and a place where the gift of learning was not equally bestowed between genders. If my father's memory serves correct, she was married in her early teens and hardly had the benefit of a fourth-grade education. Nevertheless, she raised six children who became college graduates, replete with advanced degrees.