The author was informative with enough flair to hold the reader’s interest. I could relate to Hillary’s journey more than I expected.
Notebook:
The challenge in writing a biographical portrait was to delve behind the masks of a public woman notoriously obsessive about guarding her own privacy and that of those close to her.
The thrill was to discover the unknown Hillary Rodham who existed before Bill, and the interlocking between Hillary and Bill Clinton over the course of their turbulent history.
The Rodhams emphasized self-reliance: no hands, no help, except perhaps from God or Goldwater.
“I wanted my children to be able to keep their equilibrium,” Dorothy told me, explaining how she had used a carpenter’s level as a visual tool for instruction. She showed it to Hillary and her brothers with the bubble dead center. “Imagine having this carpenter’s level inside you,” she told them. “You try to keep that bubble in the center. Sometimes it will go way up here,” she said, tipping the instrument to show how the bubble could drift, “and you have to bring it back.”
Hillary and her father watched the Republican convention on television, but when that upstart John Kennedy turned on the charm at the Democratic convention, Hugh Rodham pulled the plug on the family TV.
Jones represented a radical change for the sleepy First Methodist Church of Park Ridge.
“We hadn’t been exposed to diversity. Don wanted us to think about where other kinds of people were coming from and to understand their problems.”
After hearing Dr. King, Hillary Rodham was eager to try out her own oratorical and political skills.
She really lit up when a heated debate got started, especially if it concerned issues that had a practical impact on the world: racial issues, the Vietnam War, civil rights.
Before she left Wellesley, she was successful in almost all of her efforts.
Karen Williamson remembers that a lot of her classmates thought that if ever in their lifetime a woman became president, they knew who it would be. It would be Hillary Rodham.
Even Hillary the “moral Methodist” ran up against Sixties radicalism. Over Christmas vacation she had felt so alienated from Park Ridge and her parents’ home and “the entire unreality of middle-class America” that she had to admit her perspective was shifting.
Wellesley girls were expected by graduation to produce—not plans to become lawyers or doctors or writers or artists or business or political leaders—but “a ring by spring.”
For Hillary, her college years were not just a utopian phase where she was at liberty to explore herself and the world. This was where she first found the identity that would guide her life.
“Up until 1968, Yale and most law schools took four or five women and four or five blacks. All the rest were white guys.”
Hillary set her cap for finding a “movement” law firm to work for the next summer. Treuhaft’s firm was the only office in Oakland that represented the working poor.
“I’m a heart liberal, but a mind conservative.”
Completing her mutation from Republican to liberal Democrat, Hillary wangled herself an assignment in Texas, working to register voters for the Democratic National Committee in San Antonio.
Hillary then went to the Law Students’ Civil Rights Research Council and secured a grant that had enabled her to spend the summer of 1970 in Washington working on behalf of poor families, some of them in migrant labor camps.
“She was amongst the first legal scholars to address the question of children’s rights.”
‘If you ever learn when to talk and when to keep quiet, there is nothing you can’t achieve.’
Hillary Clinton’s first book, It Takes a Village, shows her appreciation of the complicated emotional havoc that adults must deal with when recovering from a disordered childhood.
After a year of trying on Arkansas life, she had told Bill she wanted to see what all her friends were doing that she might be missing. Off she went on a tour of Boston, New York, Washington, and Chicago to size up her future possibilities in bigger ponds.
She had moved to Fayetteville, she saw it as “a leap of faith. I just knew I wanted to be part of changing the world.”
“She doesn’t expose much of her feelings. Some people take that as being rude and standoffish.”
Their friends called the Clintons “soul mates,” acknowledging that they confide fully in nobody else, not even family, only in each other.
Her pet project as First Lady was educational reform, which was to grow into the signature of the entire Clinton reign in Arkansas.
In some parts of the state, teachers were earning less than $10,000 a year and qualified for food stamps. More than 90 percent of the state’s residents lacked a college degree.
Arkansas was eventually funneling seventy cents of every tax dollar into educational programs.
Hillary acted as Bill’s conscience. She was a self-appointed Jiminy Cricket perched on his shoulder,
Chelsea was a good part of the glue that kept the Clintons’ marriage together whenever the corrosion of betrayal and false repentance threatened to take it apart.
Hillary expressed a fervent concern that corporate America was running amok and subverting bedrock American values.
She talked about the excesses of yuppie materialism, hyperindividualism, and narcissism that were overshadowing concern for the public good.
The heartsick governor confided that he loved both Hillary and Marilyn Jo. Corporal Ferguson later testified that Clinton had told him, “It’s tough to be in love with both your wife and another woman.”
Hillary’s addiction is Bill. He is her only rebellion, the one thing she can’t logically explain.
“Honey, you have here a young man from Oxford and Yale with twelve years of successful service as Arkansas governor, and you have a graduate of Harvard and Vanderbilt with sixteen years of successful service in Congress and the Senate, and they’re both married to women who just may be better and smarter than their men are.”
“You used to date that guy? Just think what it would be like if you had married him,” Clinton says smugly. Hillary shrugs. “If I’d married him, you’d be pumping gas, and he’d be President.”
The investigation led by Starr was to last five years and ultimately cost taxpayers close to $50 million.
“She understands as well as anyone I have ever met that we are all put here for a purpose,” said her pastor. “She knows that she has been given many gifts and graces and she has greater obligations than ordinary people.”
Hillary Clinton was thinking big. She wanted the federal government to guarantee health insurance to every American.
Hillary’s uncompromising style, an asset in the courtroom, proved contrary to the craft of capital politics, where compromise is a necessity.
Her book, It Takes a Village was a heartfelt manifesto meant to encourage broad support within communities for raising a child. No one knew better than Hillary how vital it was to have teachers and mentors as a counterforce to the limitations a child might be unable to escape at home.
The First Lady lambasted China’s Communist government for suppressing free speech and the right to assemble at the grassroots women’s forum in Hairu.
Hillary Rodham Clinton was becoming known not merely as the First Lady of the United States but as the First Woman of the World.
By this time she had learned to look at the world the way men of power do: never allow the public to see your wounds, and in the face of all obstacles hold on to your life strategy in service of a larger agenda.
The enabler is usually an intimate of the addicted person who allows him to persist in self-destructive behavior by making excuses or helping him avoid the consequences of his actions.
“Hillary’s clearly made a decision. She’s going to rise or fall with him. So she’s going to stand with him.”
Champions play with pain, they don’t sit it out. “Hillary was able to do this,” her mother told me, “because she had a commitment to her daughter—somebody outside of her own problems that she was being strong and positive for.”
“It’s her nature. Hillary is a loner. She’s an extremely strong and independent person and I think extremely spiritual.”
Once more, Hillary was faced with a choice: strike out on her own or bet on Bill? How many times had she faced the same choice? Scores of times? Only now she was fifty.
“You know that forgiveness has nothing to do with human logic,” he said. “Forgiveness has strictly to do with grace. And that’s God’s gift.”
Was she intimidating? McDermott sighs assent. “If I was going to war, I’d want her covering my rear. She’s never going to run from a fight.”
Bill Clinton clutched his wife’s hand and didn’t let go. The silent but eloquent evidence of his need for support from the woman who had provided it so many times in the past was, for many, the most memorable of the day’s unforgettable images. She was his only sanctuary.
The “pity press” made Hillary Rodham squirm beyond almost anything else. Hillary as victim? Her whole mission worldwide has been to empower women to shuck off the victim role and stand up for themselves.
The sixty-second time she had made a trip abroad since her husband had become President, and twenty of those journeys had been without him. Already, she had exceeded the number of countries visited by Eleanor Roosevelt over her lifetime.
“There is a role reversal now. He is more strategy and behind the scenes, thinking like a campaign manager. Now she is the person in the arena. Just like she used to guide him, he can now guide her.”
Now Hillary was the surveyor of their future, and she was prepared to gamble it all on a move to New York State.
“She needs to sit in kitchens and living rooms and just listen.”
She married a politician and chose to go down his road. Now she knows where that road ends—draped in the tattered cloak of Bill Clinton’s legacy and wandering off into middle-aged oblivion. But the other road, the one less traveled—the Hillary Rodham road—is still open to her.
Hillary gave a long and heartfelt address on human rights: “We can alter the direction of this planet when it comes to how we treat one another. We can alter the direction of the planet when we follow leaders who speak of peace and work against war, who serve their people by healing divisions, not creating them.”