Tag: hillary clinton

I hoped but never quite believed I would see a female president in my lifetime. At least, not a woman like Hillary Clinton.
If a first female president were someone like, say, Margaret Thatcher, Sarah Palin, or another woman who knew how to play the game and win, I wouldn’t have been surprised. But Hillary Clinton didn’t just play the game; she changed the rules.
She insisted that women’s rights are human rights, that women can decide the fate of our own bodies, that workers of all races should get paid the same as white men for the same work, that fathers can and should be equal parents, that women’s rights and children’s rights should be fundamental to foreign policy, and that global warming was a reality. That’s why she was, and always has been, supported more by women than by men, more by voters of color than by white voters, and more by scientists than creationists. It’s also why she is deeply and vehemently resented.
We’re not angry that our candidate lost. We’re angry because our candidate’s losing means this country will be less safe, less kind, and less available to a huge segment of its population, and that’s just the truth. […] And it is not only that these things have been ratified by our nation that grieve us; all this hatred, fear, racism, bigotry, and intolerance—it’s knowing that these things have been amen-ed by our neighbors, our families, our friends, those we work with and worship alongside. That is the most horrific thing of all. We now know how close this is. It feels like living in enemy territory being here now, and there’s no way around that. We wake up today in a home we no longer recognize. We are grieving the loss of a place we used to love but no longer do.
There’s another side to this. People have talked about a miracle. I’m hearing about a nightmare. It’s hard to be a parent tonight for a lot of us. […] You have people putting children to bed tonight and they’re afraid of breakfast. […] This was many things. This was a rebellion against the elites, true. This was a reinvention of politics and polls, true. We’ve talked about race–we’ve talked about everything but race tonight. We’ve talked about income, we’ve talked about class. This was a whitelash. This was a whitelash against a changing country. This was a whitelash against a black president, in part. And that’s where the pain comes.
“My name may not be on the ballot, but our progress is on the ballot. Tolerance is on the ballot. Democracy is on the ballot. Justice is on the ballot. […] You want to give me a good send-off? Go vote.” – Barack Obama
Come on Hillary, you’re my fave bad bitch and you are rocking it.
[…] But there’s a whole other group of people embracing and amplifying Mrs. Clinton’s bitchiness. The person showcased and celebrated in Tumblrs, photo captions and satirical statements from the candidate herself is revolutionary not just for her political stature, but for demonstrating that likability is no longer the heaviest cudgel a woman can wield.
The wild difference between the way we talk about Clinton when she campaigns and the way we talk about her when she’s in office can’t be explained as ordinary political mud-slinging. Rather, the predictable swings of public opinion reveal Americans’ continued prejudice against women caught in the act of asking for power…
New Yorkers took a chance on me and I’ll never forget it. You’ve always had my back, and I’ve always tried to have yours.

