If you know me, you probably know I’m a Hillary supporter. I volunteered for her senatorial campaign until the whole cancer fiasco became too consuming to continue. I waited for her to officially announce her presidential run with great anticipation and was thrilled when she did. I won’t skirt the gender issue – I am extraordinarily excited about a viable female presidential candidate. Especially a Democrat who is wonderfully qualified, erudite, capable and can command campaign dollars. I really thought that the first viable, female presidential candidate would be a Republican. For once I am happy to be wrong.
I could keep gushing, but Dorothy really sums up my enthusiasm and general feelings on the election when she says,
“…your vote will be historic this year. And I’m not trying to influence your vote in any way; that’s your vote and yours alone. In fact, I really like Barack Obama. I’m tremendously moved by his words… if he wins the nomination I will support him 100 percent and put up yard signs and wear pins and vote with gusto. But that doesn’t mean I can’t vote with gusto for Hillary right now.
What has always bothered me about the way these campaigns have been framed is that one is transformational and the other is the same old same old. Certainly, the Clinton name is a standard-bearer in American politics. But why raise one candidate’s “otherness” above another candidate’s? In our nation’s 232-year history there has never been a black man or a woman president. Ever. So why pit them against each other? Both are extraordinary. Both would signal a massive seed change in the culture of our country.”
I’m also excited about Hillary’s recent endorsement by the American Nurses Association, and am of course, looking forward to voting next Tuesday.