Harris Cancels Book Tour Dates Amid Questions About Taxpayer-Funded Security
Kamala Harris has canceled several upcoming appearances in California that were part of her book tour promoting her memoir, 107 Days. On Tuesday, Harris, a former vice president and the 2024 Democratic nominee who lost in a landslide to President Trump, withdrew from scheduled events in Sacramento, San Diego, and Anaheim that had been planned for next month.
Ticketing company Ticketmaster notified ticketholders of the cancellations and issued refunds. The company said the events, billed as “A Conversation with Kamala Harris,” were canceled due to a scheduling conflict, the New York Post reported.
Harris most recently appeared at a book tour event in Oakland on March 3. She is still scheduled to appear in Denver, Colorado, on April 2. However, previously planned California appearances on April 4 in Sacramento, April 6 in San Diego, and April 10 in Anaheim have been canceled.
It is unclear whether the events will be rescheduled. The three canceled California appearances have also been removed from Harris’s official website, The Post noted.
The cancellations come as Harris continues her book tour with security provided by the California Highway Patrol. According to reporting by KCRA, dozens of Highway Patrol officers have been reassigned since September to accompany the former vice president as she travels for tour events across the United States and occasionally overseas.
State officials have not revealed how many officers are assigned to Harris or the total taxpayer dollars spent on her security; however, a retired CHP officer indicated that the expenses would be “significant.”
“All I know is it’s a lot, it is a significant amount of money,” Republican Assemblyman Tom Lackey, who spent 28 years as a member of the CHP, told KCRA.
Joe Biden’s No. 2. previously held four book tour events in California, including two appearances in Los Angeles, one in San Francisco, and a recent stop in Oakland.
Harris is currently scheduled to continue the tour with events in Greensboro, North Carolina, on April 13 and Charlotte, North Carolina, on April 14. Additional appearances are planned in Columbia, South Carolina, on April 16 and Savannah, Georgia, on April 17, The Post reported.
Harris, along with former Biden, Barack Obama, and Bill Clinton, attended the funeral of the late civil rights leader Jesse Jackson a week ago, where Obama and Biden, along with the former veep, proceeded to trash President Donald Trump, drawing criticism from Jackson’s son.
“Let me just tell ya, I predicted a lot of what’s happening right now,” Harris said at one point during her speech, a reference to the Trump administration. “I’m not into saying ‘I told ya so,’ but we did see it comin’,” she added using an accent that was heavily ethnically skewed to the mostly black audience.
Obama said similar things when it was his turn to speak, again in an accent that appeared to be playing to the crowd.
The shameful behavior caught the attention of the civil rights leader’s son, Jesse Jackson Jr., who decried the political posturing as inappropriate for the occasion.
“Do not bring your politics, out of respect to Rev. Jesse Jackson, and the life that he lived, to these ongoing services. Come respectful, and come to say thank you. But these ongoing services are welcome to ALL – Democrat, Republican, liberal, and conservative. Right-wing, left-wing. Because his life is broad enough to cover the full spectrum of what it means to be an American,” Jackson Jr., a former Democratic congressman from Illinois, chastised.
Harris has been mentioned as entertaining the notion of running for the Democratic presidential nomination in 2028, along with Democratic gubernatorial disaster Gavin Newsom and a handful of others.
Newsom has already received the endorsement of fellow Californian and retiring former Speaker Nancy Pelosi.
"""My husband brought his mistress to our daughter’s wedding—and then asked me to give her my seat beside him.
"""My husband brought his mistress to our daughter’s wedding—and then asked me to give her my seat beside him. For a few seconds, I honestly thought I was looking at the wrong table, because my name card had vanished and Melissa’s was sitting exactly where mine had been on every seating chart. She wore a pale blue silk dress, lifted her champagne as if she belonged there, and avoided my eyes when I stopped beside the chair. David stood up, pointed to an empty seat at the next table, and quietly said, “For tonight, why don’t you sit over there?”
I had spent fourteen months helping our daughter, Emily, plan that wedding, from dress fittings and florist meetings to late-night calls over napkins and seating charts. That morning, while I fastened the pearl buttons on her gown, she made me promise I would enjoy the day and not let anything between her father and me touch it. I meant that promise, because whatever was left of my marriage, I would not make my daughter’s wedding the battlefield where it died. But David had apparently made a different plan, and he expected me to cooperate with it in silence.
When I asked what Melissa was doing there, David’s face showed guilt for only a second before he hid it behind irritation. He acted as though I were creating the problem simply by noticing that his mistress was seated at the family table in the place reserved for the bride’s mother. Then Melissa looked at me and said, “Honey, today really isn’t the day to make Emily uncomfortable.” I almost laughed, because the woman who had been sleeping with my husband for nearly a year was now warning me not to embarrass my own daughter.
I could feel people settling into nearby seats, laughing and talking, unaware that my marriage was being quietly rearranged in front of them. David kept his voice low and told me we should not “do this here,” as if the humiliation belonged to me because I refused to disappear politely. I looked at the empty chair he had chosen for me between a cousin and someone from the groom’s side, and I realized something colder than anger. This was not spontaneous; he had thought about where Melissa would sit, and he had assumed I would move.
For twenty-eight years, I had been the woman who adjusted, explained, forgave, and made excuses when David forgot anniversaries, missed dinners, or put work ahead of family. When he became distant, I learned to expect less instead of asking for more, and somewhere along the way he mistook that patience for permission. Even now, part of me considered taking the other chair, smiling for photographs, swallowing the humiliation, and telling myself it was all for Emily. I actually reached for the chair because protecting my daughter still mattered more to me than winning a public fight.
Then I heard one word behind me: “Mom?” Emily was walking toward us in her wedding dress, still glowing from the ceremony, and at first she looked confused rather than angry. Her eyes moved from me, to the empty chair, to Melissa, then back to the family table where she had personally placed me months ago. David quickly stepped in and announced that he had “rearranged a few things,” as if changing the bride’s seating chart without permission were no more serious than moving a centerpiece.
Emily asked why I was not sitting in my seat, and David casually pointed to the neighboring table and said I would be sitting “right there.” Her smile disappeared, and her eyes dropped to the place card in front of Melissa. I watched my daughter’s expression go completely still as she picked up that card and turned it over in her hand. In that instant, I understood the worst part: Emily had not approved this, and David had brought his mistress into our daughter’s wedding believing he could force everyone to accept what he wanted once it was already done.
What Emily did not know was that six months earlier, I had discovered David’s affair through a message that appeared on his phone while he was in the shower. Melissa had written, “I hate pretending I don’t miss you when she’s around,” followed by another message asking whether Friday was still theirs. When I confronted him, David spent eleven minutes calling me paranoid, insecure, dramatic, suspicious, and unfair before I repeated Melissa’s words exactly. The silence that followed ended our marriage long before either of us ever said the word divorce.
We had kept the details quiet because Emily was planning her wedding, and I refused to turn her happiest season into a crisis about us. David told me he was “confused,” that what he had with Melissa was “more complicated than an affair,” and that he needed time before making decisions. I agreed only that Emily’s wedding came first, so we slept in separate rooms, spoke carefully, and tried to appear functional while our marriage quietly collapsed. I believed David understood that one day required restraint, but he had apparently used that silence to prepare something else.
Three weeks before the wedding, he had casually asked whether Emily had finalized the family table and whether every seat had been assigned. At the time, I thought it was harmless conversation, but standing there with Melissa’s card in my daughter’s hand, I finally understood why he had asked. He had been checking whether there would be room, and when there was not, he simply removed me. Emily looked up at her father and asked, very quietly, “Where is Mom’s place card?”—and for the first time that night, David had no easy answer.
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