By Jonathan Clarke

For the longest time, certainly as far back as I can recall and absolutely beyond that, Black women have been America’s superheroes—discreetly operating in quiet spaces, rarely receiving their due, donning their capes and swooping from the shadows only in those moments where men, often white men, proved incapable of getting the job done.

In those instances, names like Harriet and Rosa and Coretta and Shirley and Angela make their presence known.

Without fail, Black women emerge in too many nicks of time to save America from itself—often before America even knows it needs saving.

Recently, Black women once again have led the charge to rescue this country in places like Alabama and South Carolina, Georgia and New York. With names like Letitia and Fani, they’ve stepped bravely forward to do what most men couldn’t or wouldn’t do. They’ve risen and risked it all.

And so it is at this recognizably pivotal moment when we face the destruction of institutions that define our democracy, we call forth Kamala to do what Black women have forever done—save the day. 

We call on Kamala to preserve freedom.