However you or I or the neighbors feel about her as a person, as a politician or as the wife of a politician, this is huge: a woman has won the New Hampshire primary. On the heels of a black man winning the Iowa primary!
Like many of you, I have been waiting my whole life to see a woman become the President of the United States. And it’s possible now. It’s not impossible. It’s possible. It is no longer just a far-off dream.
And you know what? Right now, I don’t want to think about whether she’s electable; about whether she’s the right woman at the wrong time, or the wrong woman at the right time.
Right now, I don’t want to dissect her appearance, her cleavage, her tears, or her cookie-baking ability.
Right now, I'm not worried about any of it.
Because right now, this woman voter, this child of the sixties, this girl who never dreamed of becoming president of anything besides The Arnot Park Neighborhood She-Woman Boy Haters Club is just beaming.