It’s Wednesday and my mind is wandering deeper into a jungle of thoughts about Hillary Clinton. And I’m feeling a lot like Jane looks here: apprehensive, confused, vulnerable. But I’m still on the road to Finding Hillary, and doing my damnedest to focus on becoming informed before I decide how I will vote.
I’ve started reading, Hard Choices, Hillary’s book about fulfilling the role of Secretary of State. And the writing is brilliant. What’s sharp is the attention to details that help flesh out the complexity of negotiating U.S. Foreign Affairs. I mean, interacting with people that represent the full spectrum of agreement and/or disagreement to an American ideal of leadership, democracy, minorities, liberty, sovereignty, and freedom (just to mention a few cultural conceptions) is no cake walk. At any given moment you could be seated at a table with anyone from , Suu Kyi the 1991 Noble Peace Prize Winner from Myanmar (Burma) to Hamid Karzi, President of Afghanistan. And at this table, if you are truly intending to further the causes of peace and democracy for as many countries as possible around the world, then there is no room for grudges, revenge, or thin-skinned reactions. An open mind and steely resolve are mandatory.
The Secretary of State is appointed by the President. Makes sense, if the Secretary of State is his principal advisor on U.S. foreign policy. They better damn well have a level of decent communication right? What’s interesting in Hillary’s and Pres. Obama’s case is that they campaigned against one another and he won. Then he asked her to serve as the Senior Executive of the Senior Executive Department of the U.S. Government. Considering campaigns are never love fests, (a campaign message against Hillary), she hardly flinched before saying, “Yes”. But then she hardly flinched when she stood in a room in the DMZ between North and South Korea with an armed North Korean soldier glaring her down. She’s ballsy. Hillary at the DMZ
Hillary’s stories are well written and demonstrate a command of foreign policy. Even Peggy Noonan (Hillary/Clinton Hater), admits that she has “an above average intellect.” But her stories are often “me”oriented. Kinda’ like watching a Martha Stewart Segment where, “me”, “my”, and “I”are favored pronouns to the point of nausea. But it is a memoir so maybe it works that way. And I can’t help but wonder why the heck a photographer was brought along to the DMZ in what appears to be a very tense situation.
Are these accusations the machinations of a duopoly? Can’t say. But sometimes, you wonder just the lengths people in power, like the GOP, D.N.C. the Bush’s and the Clinton’s might go to maintain their status quo.
So I wade deeper into the jungle of American Politics and the study of a woman who would be president.