It was about as close to perfect as Kamala Harris has come in a debate, and it was as close to self-parody as Donald Trump—who doesn’t comprehend parody—can manage. Harris repeatedly laid out the bait, and Trump couldn’t resist taking it, spiraling through rabbit warrens of gibberish about his crowd sizes and the Central Park Five and pet-eating migrants, all of which served to distract from whatever canned answers he had prepared. That mostly came later; first, before almost anything and after a slightly nervous start from Harris, whatever momentum Trump may have achieved was lost immediately when he attempted to answer an inevitable question about women and abortion. It ended there.
For over two years—since Roe v. Wade was reversed by a Supreme Court more interested in their feelings than your health care—women have waited for one crisp, cogent answer to the simple question: Who decides what happens to your body when you are pregnant? On Tuesday, Harris offered it flawlessly. It was a long time coming.
Indeed, one reason it felt like such a specific relief is because in the infamous June debate, President Joe Biden coughed up an excruciating rhetorical hairball when questioned about the fall of Roe: “I supported Roe v. Wade, which had three trimesters,” he temporized. “The first READ MORE...