The Truths We Hold: An American Journey by Kamala Harris (English) Hardcover Boo

Description: The Truths We Hold by Kamala Harris The #1 New York Times bestsellerFrom Vice President Kamala Harris, one of Americas most inspiring political leaders, comes a book about the core truths that unite us and how best to act upon them. "A life story that genuinely entrances." —Los Angeles Times"An engaging read that provides insights into the influences of [Harriss] life...Revealing and even endearing." —San Francisco ChronicleThe daughter of immigrants and civil rights activists, Vice President Kamala Harris was raised in an Oakland, California, community that cared deeply about social justice. As she rose to prominence as one of the political leaders of our time, her experiences would become her guiding light as she grappled with an array of complex issues and learned to bring a voice to the voiceless. In The Truths We Hold, she reckons with the big challenges we face together. Drawing on the hard-won wisdom and insight from her own career and the work of those who have most inspired her, she communicates a vision of shared struggle, shared purpose, and shared values as we confront the great work of our day. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Kamala D. Harris is the vice president of the United States of America. She began her career in the Alameda County District Attorneys Office, then was elected district attorney of San Francisco. As Californias attorney general, Harris prosecuted transnational gangs, big banks, big oil, and for-profit colleges, and fought against attacks on the Affordable Care Act. She also fought to reduce elementary school truancy, pioneered the nations first open data initiative to expose racial disparities in the criminal justice system, and implemented implicit bias training for police officers. The second Black woman ever elected to the U.S. Senate and the first female, first Black, and first Indian-American vice president, Harris has worked to reform our criminal justice system, raise the minimum wage, make higher education tuition-free for the majority of Americans, and protect the legal rights of refugees and immigrants. Review "Its most memorable moments are those personal touches: Harriss recollections of family, friendships and, above all, of her late mother, an Indian immigrant and cancer researcher who raised Harris and her younger sister. . . . instructive for anyone trying to imagine a Vice President Harris."— Carlos Lozada, The Washington Post"A life story that genuinely entrances." — Los Angeles Times "An engaging read that provides insights into the influences of Harriss life." — San Francisco Chronicle"In an era when many of our current political memoirs are either looking back at the Obama years or are attempting to grapple with our current state of government unrest, it is exciting to see a highly respected and powerful woman of color and daughter of immigrants tell her own story and offer some hope for the future of our country." — Bustle Review Quote "Its most memorable moments are those personal touches: Harriss recollections of family, friendships and, above all, of her late mother, an Indian immigrant and cancer researcher who raised Harris and her younger sister. . . . instructive for anyone trying to imagine a Vice President Harris." -- Carlos Lozada, The Washington Post "A life story that genuinely entrances." -- Los Angeles Times "An engaging read that provides insights into the influences of Harriss life." -- San Francisco Chronicle "In an era when many of our current political memoirs are either looking back at the Obama years or are attempting to grapple with our current state of government unrest, it is exciting to see a highly respected and powerful woman of color and daughter of immigrants tell her own story and offer some hope for the future of our country." -- Bustle Excerpt from Book Most mornings, my husband, Doug, wakes up before me and reads the news in bed. If I hear him making noises--a sigh, a groan, a gasp--I know what kind of day its going to be. November 8, 2016, had started well--the last day of my campaign for the U.S. Senate. I spent the day meeting as many more voters as I could, and of course cast a vote myself at a neighborhood school up the street from our house. We were feeling pretty good. We had rented a huge place for my Election Night party, with a balloon drop waiting to go. But first I was going out for dinner with family and close friends--a tradition dating back to my first campaign. People had flown in from all across the country, even overseas, to be with us--my aunts and cousins, my in-laws, my sisters in-laws, and more, all gathered for what we hoped would be a very special night. I was staring out the car window, reflecting on how far wed come, when I heard one of Dougs signature groans. "You gotta look at this," he said, handing me his phone. Early results for the presidential election were coming in. Something was happening--something bad. By the time we arrived at the restaurant, the gap between the two candidates had shrunk considerably, and I was inwardly groaning as well. The New York Times probability meter was suggesting it was going to be a long, dark night. We settled in for a meal in a small room off the main restaurant. Emotions and adrenaline were running high, but not for the reasons we had anticipated. On the one hand, while polls hadnt yet closed in California, we were optimistic that I was going to win. Yet even as we prepared for that hard-earned celebration, all eyes were on our screens as state after state came back with numbers that told a trou- bling story. At a certain point, my nine-year-old godson, Alexander, came up to me with big tears welling in his eyes. I assumed one of the other kids in our group had been teasing him about something. "Come here, little man. Whats wrong?" Alexander looked up and locked eyes with mine. His voice was trembling. "Auntie Kamala, that man cant win. Hes not going to win, is he?" Alexanders worry broke my heart. I didnt want anyone mak- ing a child feel that way. Eight years earlier, many of us had cried tears of joy when Barack Obama was elected president. And now, to see Alexanders fear . . . His father, Reggie, and I took him outside to try to console him. "Alexander, you know how sometimes superheroes are facing a big challenge because a villain is coming for them? What do they do when that happens?" "They fight back," he whimpered. "Thats right. And they fight back with emotion, because all the best superheroes have big emotions just like you. But they always fight back, right? So thats what were going to do." Shortly after, the Associated Press called my race. We were still at the restaurant. "I cant thank you all enough for being with me every step of the way all the time, all the time," I told my incredibly loving and sup- portive family and friends. "It means so much to me." I was over- whelmed with gratitude, both for the people in that room and the people I had lost along the way, especially my mother. I tried to savor the moment, and I did, if briefly. But, like everyone else, I soon turned my eyes back to the television. After dinner, we headed to our Election Night venue, where more than a thousand people had gathered for the party. I was no longer a candidate for office. I was a U.S. senator-elect--the first black woman from my state, and the second in the nations history, to earn that job. I had been elected to represent more than thirty-nine million people--roughly one out of every eight Americans from all back- grounds and walks of life. It was--and is--a humbling and extraor- dinary honor. My team clapped and cheered as I joined them in the greenroom behind the stage. It all still felt more than a little surreal. None of us had fully processed what was happening. They formed a circle around me as I thanked them for everything theyd done. We were a family, too, and we had been through an incredible journey together. Some of the folks in the room had been with me since my first campaign for district attorney. But now, almost two years after the start of our campaign, we had a new mountain to take. I had written a speech based on the assumption that Hillary Clinton would become our first woman president. As I went onstage to greet my supporters, I left that draft behind. I looked out at the room. It was packed with people, from the floor to the balcony. Many were in a state of shock as they watched the national returns. I told the crowd we had a task in front of us. I said the stakes were high. We had to be committed to bringing our country together, to doing what was required to protect our fundamental values and ideals. I thought of Alexander and all the children when I posed a question: "Do we retreat or do we fight? I say we fight. And I intend to fight!" I went home that night with my extended family, many of whom were staying with us. We all went into our respective rooms, changed into sweats, and then joined one another in the living room. Some of us were sitting on couches. Others on the floor. We all planted our- selves in front of the television. No one really knew what to say or do. Each of us was trying to cope in our own way. I sat down on the couch with Doug and ate an entire family-size bag of classic Doritos. Didnt share a single chip. But I did know this: one campaign was over, but another was about to begin. A campaign that called on us all to enlist. This time, a battle for the soul of our nation. In the years since, weve seen an administration align itself with white supremacists at home and cozy up to dictators abroad; rip ba- bies from their mothers arms in grotesque violation of their human rights; give corporations and the wealthy huge tax cuts while ignor- ing the middle class; derail our fight against climate change; sabotage health care and imperil a womans right to control her own body; all while lashing out at seemingly everything and everyone, including the very idea of a free and independent press. We are better than this. Americans know were better than this. But were going to have to prove it. Were going to have to fight for it. On July 4, 1992, one of my heroes and inspirations, Thurgood Marshall, gave a speech that deeply resonates today. "We cannot play ostrich," he said. "Democracy just cannot flourish amid fear. Liberty cannot bloom amid hate. Justice cannot take root amid rage. America must get to work. We must dissent from the indifference. We must dissent from the apathy. We must dissent from the fear, the hatred, and the mistrust." This book grows out of that call to action, and out of my belief that our fight must begin and end with speaking truth. I believe there is no more important and consequential antidote for these times than a reciprocal relationship of trust. You give and you receive trust. And one of the most important ingredients in a relation- ship of trust is that we speak truth. It matters what we say. What we mean. The value we place on our words--and what they are worth to others. We cannot solve our most intractable problems unless we are hon- est about what they are, unless we are willing to have difficult conver- sations and accept what facts make plain. We need to speak truth: that racism, sexism, homophobia, trans- phobia, and anti-Semitism are real in this country, and we need to confront those forces. We need to speak truth: that, with the exception of Native Americans, we all descend from people who werent born on our shores--whether our ancestors came to America willingly, with hopes of a prosperous future, or forcibly, on a slave ship, or desper- ately, to escape a harrowing past. We cannot build an economy that gives dignity and decency to American workers unless we first speak truth; that we are asking people to do more with less money and to live longer with less secu- rity. Wages havent risen in forty years, even as the costs of health care, tuition, and housing have soared. The middle class is living pay- check to paycheck. We must speak truth about our mass incarceration crisis--that we put more people in prison than any country on earth, for no good reason. We must speak truth about police brutality, about racial bias, about the killing of unarmed black men. We must speak truth about pharmaceutical companies that pushed addictive opioids on unsus- pecting communities, and payday lenders and for-profit colleges that have leeched on to vulnerable Americans and overloaded them with debt. We must speak truth about greedy, predatory corporations that have turned deregulation, financial speculation, and climate denial- ism into creed. And I intend to do just that. This book is not meant to be a policy platform, much less a fifty- point plan. Instead, it is a collection of ideas and viewpoints and stories, from my life and from the lives of the many people Ive met along the way. Just two more things to mention before we get started: First, my name is pronounced "comma-la," like the punctuation mark. It means "lotus flower," which is a symbol of significance in Indian culture. A lotus grows underwater, its flower rising above the surface while its roots are planted firmly in the river bottom. And second, I want you to know how personal this is for me. This is the story of my family. It is the story of my childhood. It is the story of the life I have built since then. Youll meet my family an Description for Library Daughter of an economist from Jamaica and a cancer researcher from India who met as civil rights activists at Berkeley, the U.S. Senator from California comes by her social justice concerns naturally. Here, she uses her life story to argue for a new way of treating our problems, describing the data-driven, community-based approach she took as district attorney of San Francisco and subsequently chief law enforcement officer of the state. Details ISBN0525560718 Author Kamala Harris Pages 336 Language English Year 2019 ISBN-10 0525560718 ISBN-13 9780525560715 Format Hardcover Short Title The Truths We Hold Subtitle An American Journey Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2019-01-08 NZ Release Date 2019-01-08 US Release Date 2019-01-08 UK Release Date 2019-01-08 Illustrations 2-16PP 4/C INSERTS Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Publication Date 2019-01-08 Imprint The Penguin Press DEWEY B Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:161299681;

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