Now, it would be nice if we could stop questioning her competency, her choices in pantsuits and whether she can be trusted. I can’t let go of the nagging suspicion that many of the faults Mrs. Clinton is accused of embodying would not have been dug up had she been born with a different set of chromosomes.
As a woman in my mid-50s, I am clearly a prime target voter for Hillary Clinton. It’s still too clear to me that my modest accomplishments in life rest, partly, on the shoulders of women who fought on my behalf for the right to be treated equally. Younger women in the United States of America might take their equality for granted and view Mrs. Clinton as old guard, stale, and have been heeding the call of Bernie Sanders. Who knows? Were I 25 today, I might have been more enamored with a movement that had revolution as its crying call. Now, I am more prone to view a revolution as a series of steps methodically taken along a set path, rather than a sprint. I look at my life and see that the most pivotal changes did not happen overnight, and I apply the same view to the choices our country is facing.
But, when I look at Hillary Clinton now, what I also see is not the past but my future: here is a 68-year-old woman at the top of her game, with enough energy to be on the campaign trail day in and day out for months, and enough mental clarity to tackle complex issues. I see ambition and determination. I see a woman who has come completely into her own, whether you like or not what she stands for.
And I have to ask: if she can, why shouldn’t I?