Hillary’s Not Campaigning, But Not Exactly Going Away

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Hillary’s Not Campaigning, But Not Exactly Going Away

Latria Graham

Hillary Clinton is flawed, but her new election memoir shows that the wounds she sustained during the election were not fatal.

Hillary Clinton once called herself a Rorschach test for the United States. Few U.S. politicians elicit the range of vastly different, symbolic, or remarkably self-referential responses that Clinton does. Now ten months after her defeat to Donald Trump, Clinton’s making headlines again, with the release of her highly-anticipated memoir What Happened, which has been greeted with both applause and suggestions that she should just shut up and move on.

Clinton clearly hopes to highlight her presidential bid instead of memorializing the defeat. She is intent on making space for herself on the bookshelves, for history is not kind to ambitious women or people who do not write things down, especially in an era of alternative facts.

That said, it’s hard to divorce Clinton from how polarizing a figure she has become—through societal disdain for women leaders and her own actions and alliances. Reading What Happened, detractors will likely scoff, and sympathizers will probably feel more compassion. But just because Americans are still reeling from the election’s outcome and the Trump administration’s onslaught of anti-democratic policies, that doesn’t mean the book should’ve stayed in a drawer or unwritten. All of the criticisms about Clinton being a step out of touch with the middle-America mainstream during the campaign rings true, but What Happened remains both a relevant campaign primer and a historical statement about the state of women in politics. As Clinton writes:

“I was one of just 27 women out of 235 students at my class at Yale Law School. The first woman partner at the oldest law firm in Arkansas. The first woman to chair the national board of the Legal Services Corporation. The person who declared on the world stage that ‘Human rights are women’s rights and women’s rights are human rights.’ The first First Lady to be elected to public office. The first woman Senator from New York.”

Clinton’s convictions and concepts are strongest in the chapter “On Being a Woman in Politics.” “At this moment in America,” she writes, “more than forty-four years since Roe v. Wade, women’s access to birth control is still under constant threat. I saw the effect of this in the 2016 election. Reproductive health was rarely mentioned in any of the primary debates, and when it was mentioned, it was often because I brought it up.” Perhaps this reads as the strongest part of her narrative because it hews closely to her political platform and allows her to restate her fundamental values. Still, her words do not attempt to reunify a Democratic Party that is questioning whether its pro-choice stance on abortion is a prerequisite for party membership or support.

As an icon of women’s empowerment, Clinton seems to be just beginning to grapple with her privilege as a heteronormative white female from a middle-class suburban background. She spends time turning over terms like emotional labor and misogyny, figuring out where they fit in the landscape of her life. She sees her understanding of her gender as pivotal to her politics, and reproductive rights are at the forefront of that. “Ultimately, I’m pro-choice, pro-family and pro-faith because I believe that our ability to decide whether and when to become mothers is intrinsic to our liberty,” she declares, noting that the reproductive protections put in place by earlier administrations are in peril. Readers are left to mull the ongoing dismantling of legislation that ensured some degree of reproductive rights and to imagine the world “if I had won,” a phrase that Clinton writes a number of times.

Yet, for all of the reflective work that Clinton does in the book, I often found myself somewhere between smoldering and sighing out loud. Some issues that deserved better autopsies—because they undermined her candidacy—got little more than paragraph-length treatment. Take her paid speeches at Goldman Sachs:

“When you know why you’re doing something and you know there’s nothing more to it and certainly nothing sinister, it’s easy to assume that others will see it the same way. That was a mistake. Just because many former government officials have been paid large fees to give speeches, I shouldn’t have assumed it would be okay for me to do it. Especially after the financial crisis of 2008-2009, I should have realized it was bad ‘optics’ and stayed away from anything having to do with Wall Street. I didn’t. That’s on me.”

As a citizen, I want to believe her. As a critic reading between the lines, I wonder why she’s being so coy—and why her political savvy and advisers seemed to desert her.

Also vexing is the absence of any meaningful discussion of the cultural gaffes and political missteps that led many voters of color like me—reliably Democratic voters—to be ambivalent about her candidacy. The “7 things Hillary Clinton has in common with your abuela” incident, the botched Rosa Parks campaign logo, and Bill Clinton’s private tarmac meeting with Loretta Lynch aren’t carefully examined. And Clinton couldn’t type the word “superpredator” even though she spoke the word aloud in 1996 and activists took her to task for it in 2016.

But Clinton writes that she understands there is a wide divide between how Blacks and whites think about and experience race, but What Happened suggests she remains as unwilling to listen now as when she engaged “disruptive”—her word in the book, not mine—Black Lives Matter activists, accusing them of speaking past her instead of to her, because she could not see the world they lived in. Michael Brown was killed on August 9, 2014, and it took her 19 days to release a statement of substance. But her “Turning Mourning into a Movement” chapter waxes poetic about how the Mothers of the Movement—women whose children or relatives died at the hands of police—inspired her to never give up.

At times, Clinton’s tone seems to be aiming for “highbrow homegirl/confidante,” but the distance is just too great to suspend disbelief for almost five hundred pages. Clinton isn’t worried about being deported or losing her health care, so she can take a few minutes to be relatable and talk about alternate nostril breathing, yoga, and her proclivity for chardonnay to get her through the tough times. She peppers in lyrics from Hamilton and quotes author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, and some of her musings and anecdotes still sound like campaign rhetoric that is deliberately and a bit desperately trying to humanize her, even though she isn’t running.

Perhaps, after decades in the national spotlight, that is who Hillary Clinton is: a unique and sometimes jarring amalgamation of memories stitched together by quips and quotes honed during her political career.

There isn’t much in the way of political intrigue or personal bombshells here—no revelations of previously unearthed double dealings. Clinton’s anger at former FBI Director James Comey, her Democratic rival Bernie Sanders, Russian President Vladimir Putin, and President Donald Trump are palpable and predictable.

Clinton accepts responsibility for her loss to Donald Trump, but she also criticizes the biases that she believes affected her ability to clinch the presidency and women’s ability to win political office:

“If we’re too tough, we’re unlikable. If we’re too soft, we’re not cut out for the big leagues. If we work too hard, we’re neglecting our families. If we put family first, we’re not serious about the work. If we have a career but no children, there’s something wrong with us, and vice versa. Can’t we just be happy with what we have? Can’t we leave the higher rungs on the ladders for men?”

Hillary Clinton may no longer be campaigning, but she is not exactly going away. She’s willing to collect your email address, touting an unspecified mission to bring citizens together to create change.

What Happened begins with the familiar July 2016 photograph of Clinton, dressed in her crisp white Ralph Lauren pantsuit, accepting the Democratic Party’s presidential nomination in Philadelphia.

At the book’s end, there is another photograph. Clinton isn’t in the picture. The camera has zoomed in on a little girl with a barrette in her golden-brown hair, holding a banner that says “stronger together.” The focus is fixed firmly on the future—on seeing this young person grow up to shatter the expectations placed on her. Clinton’s trying to recruit others to run with the torch, and the motion to mobilize is repeated in her book’s call to action: “resist, insist, persist, enlist.”

Hillary Clinton is flawed, but the wounds she sustained during the election were not fatal. What Happened is her way of cleansing the mic and clearing the stage, taking some—if not all—of her baggage with her. Whether you view Hillary’s election autopsy as an explanation or an excuse, she’s said her piece and your response just isn’t her problem.