Al Sharpton Comments On Texas Congresswoman

When political theater tries too hard, the curtain often slips—and that’s exactly what happened during last week’s Martha’s Vineyard African American Film Festival, where Rep. Jasmine Crockett (D-Texas) and Rev. Al Sharpton managed to turn a friendly fireside chat into an unintended comedy sketch.

The set-up was simple enough: Crockett, who has quickly built a reputation for combative rhetoric and social media grandstanding, was on stage with Sharpton to denounce Republicans as “racist.” But what followed was less a show of unity and more a masterclass in awkwardness.


Sharpton, reminiscing about his early political activism, waxed nostalgic about Shirley Chisholm’s 1972 presidential campaign and the generations of Black women leaders who followed in her footsteps. Then came the moment: “I lived to see Shirley Chisholm morph into Barbara Jordan, morph into Maxine Waters, morph into Ayanna Pressley and Jasmine Campbell.”

Jasmine Campbell.


Sharpton’s slip was brutal, confusing Crockett with someone who doesn’t exist, and stripping the “diva” congresswoman of the very recognition she was there to bask in. To make matters worse, Crockett—who, according to reports, is so image-obsessed she keeps her own headshot as her iPhone lock screen—appeared visibly rattled but tried to soldier on. Sharpton didn’t even correct himself, continuing with his monologue as if nothing had happened.

The irony, of course, is thick. Here was a stage filled with accusations of Republican racism, broadcast from Martha’s Vineyard—the same posh enclave where Democrats famously ushered illegal migrants off the island in under 48 hours. The optics of lecturing others about compassion and inclusion while standing on that particular ground were already suspect. Add in a botched name drop, and the whole spectacle started looking less like solidarity and more like slapstick.


Sharpton closed his remarks by mocking Black men who once admired Trump’s “swagger,” sneering, “Well, you got enough swagger now?” It was meant as a rallying cry, but the sting had already been lost in the laughter over his flub.

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