Someday I hope to be able to share how we lived through Trump 45 & 47 and how the 107 Days we were filled with hope and optimism with what a Harris Presidency could have meant for my home country, and the world.

But that day is not today and we are not at that point in history. Instead, we are writing the first draft of it, as the late ardent protector of the press’ role in our democracy and publisher of the once venerated Washington Post, Philip L. Graham, said.

In case you’ve forgotten your history, it was the Post who helped break the Pentagon Papers story and make Watergate what it became due to their unrelenting pursuit of the truth.

I have often made jokes with my fellow Millennials over the past decade that I would like, for once, to live through precedented times. But here we are. Yet again testing the limits of democracy.

I was moved by this campaign. I was at the gym when Governor Walz gave his speech at the Democratic National Convention. I was on the bike with tears streaming down my face. It felt like a new act in the American story was getting type-set and prepped for production. But the press was never green-lit.

What 107 Days by Kamala Harris showed was a Vice-President underutilized, shoved to the side, then blind-sided and caught unprepared by President Biden dropping out.

107 Days is currently the only inside look at the Harris campaign for President and it left me longing for how I felt the day I cast my vote with my daughter and angry for how we let this happen to ourselves.

The book itself was an elementary read and half bluster, half almost getting to the point yet still missing it.

There was a point where Harris shared that the campaign intended to release a plan for one thing or another, but realized it was probably going to be too late to make an impact on the voters. And while this isn’t a critique of the situation, she missed the opportunity to explain why the hell it took so long for her to figure out what she stood for. She shared she was trying to hit on certain issues and lead the change; and yet when given the chance to set herself apart, she didn’t even take the bat off her shoulder.

It was clear to me -- and obviously not to her -- that she didn’t know why she wanted to be President. Harris writes that she was chosen by and next to President Biden’s side every step of the way and in on every decision because he wanted her to be ready.

Then, this reader must beg the question, “If there was a 1 percent chance he wouldn’t run in 2024, why weren’t you ready?” It showed a colossal lack of leadership to come in unprepared.

Of course, who could have known she would only have 107 days. I’ll give a little grace.

But to not spend one of those days acknowledging an administration she had served in had not done enough to help on certain issues, was a travesty of epic proportions.

107 Days is a fine read if just a simple look at a campaign built in a weekend for what was once the most powerful office in the world. Harris will always have a special place in my heart, but the first draft of history will not be kind to her execution of the campaign or the story told in the book.

In 107 Days she starred as a main character in this chapter of the American Story.

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