By Sean Fitzpatrick, Crisis Magazine - at the Democratic National Convention.. Harris wore black, with square shoulders, wide lapels, and velvet bow, in a look that was far from the theme of joy shouted from the DNC rooftops. It was a somber suit, even a sinister one—which gets at the darkness of the political theater-of-the-bizarre unfolding in the United States. Harris’s suit was mournful, despite her now-signature “brat” grin. It was funereal, vampiric. And, yes, I just said vampiric, for this is a candidate and a campaign that is out for blood—and America has lost its collective mind to the point of voting for blood drinkers while hailing them as champions of freedom.