Chaos reigned in the aftermath of the Convention. For days, news reports blared from every TV, radio, and cell phone. Each soundbite serving as a constant reminder of the stunning changes in the nation’s political landscape.
“Good evening, I’m Fabian Rodriguez, and this is Breaking News Tonight on Univision. Our top story: tensions within the Democratic Party continue to escalate following the contentious nomination of Gavin Newsom as the presidential candidate.” The broadcaster continued with dramatic urgency, “Supporters of Vice President Harris are questioning Newsom’s ability to unite the fractured base and deliver victory in November.”
“Can you believe this?” Sofia exclaimed, pointing at the TV. “I can’t stand that they’re stealing the election from Kamala Harris!”
Juan shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe it’s OK,” he suggested. He and Maria had been listening to Sofia complain about this for several days, and they were both getting a little tired of it. “The Democratic Party has to rally behind someone if we want to beat Trump.”
The news anchor echoed Juan’s concerns. “Governor Newsom is preparing to make his first address to the nation as the Democratic presidential nominee. The whole country is waiting to see if he has what it takes to bring us together.”
Sofia cursed.
Maria scolded her for using that kind of language in the House.
“Just listen!” Juan wouldn’t tolerate that kind of outburst.
“My fellow Americans,” Newsom began. “Today marks a pivotal moment in our nation’s history. The state of our economy is dire. There’s no denying that.”
Now Juan talked over the TV, “I guess Bidenomics was a failure.”
Sofia’s eyes flashed dangerously, but she kept quiet.
“Too many hardworking families are struggling to make ends meet, too many businesses are shuttered, and too many dreams are deferred.” Newsom was saying out loud what everyone knew was true. Then he switched gears, “But let me be clear: this moment of crisis is also a moment of reckoning.”
The word ‘reckoning’ seemed to capture Sofia’s attention. Her eyes were glued to the screen.
Newsom talked about calls for bold, decisive action. But he ended with, “As your Democratic nominee for the presidency, I pledge to lead with compassion, competence, and unwavering resolve. Together, we will rebuild our economy from the bottom up, ensuring that every American has the opportunity to thrive, not just survive.”
Sofia made a rude noise. “He didn’t say anything. Just standard political b...”
Juan glared at her to prevent any more foul language.
Sofia glared back. Then, in a mocking tone, she repeated Newsom’s closing words: “Why don’t we just ‘roll up our sleeves’ and get to work for a bright and sustainable future?”
Juan had to admit, Sofia was right. Newsom hadn’t inspired anybody with that speech.