I’m With Her

Hillary Clinton Begins Presidential Campaign In Iowa

MONTICELLO, IA – APRIL 14: Democratic presidential hopeful and former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton speaks during a roundtable discussion with students and educators at the Kirkwood Community College Jones County Regional Center on April 14, 2015 in Monticello, Iowa. Hillary Clinton kicked off her second bid for President of the United States two days after making the announcement on social media. (Photo by Justin Sullivan/Getty Images)

I watched every single site cast its votes tonight at the Democratic convention.  I watched history being made.  The Democrats nominated a woman.  Here’s the poem by Nancy Scheibner that Hillary Clinton read at her graduation from college:



My entrance into the world of so-called “social problems”
Must be with quiet laughter, or not at all.
The hollow men of anger and bitterness
The bountiful ladies of righteous degradation
All must be left to a bygone age.
And the purpose of history is to provide a receptacle
For all those myths and oddments
Which oddly we have acquired
And from which we would become unburdened
To create a newer world
To translate the future into the past.
We have no need of false revolutions
In a world where categories tend to tyrannize our minds
And hang our wills up on narrow pegs.
It is well at every given moment to seek the limits in our lives.
And once those limits are understood
To understand that limitations no longer exist.
Earth could be fair. And you and I must be free
Not to save the world in a glorious crusade
Not to kill ourselves with a nameless gnawing pain
But to practice with all the skill of our being
The art of making possible.

I’m with her.

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6 responses to “I’m With Her

  1. I wish my Mom and Step Mom were here to see this tonight. My Step Mom told me, the last Christmas she was still living (2013), Hillary would be president one day. And she was right. I am so happy and proud for all of us.

  2. So much this. I can barely type through the tears. I didn’t think it would affect me this way. Silly Pisces. ❤

  3. Excellent.

  4. The poem reminds me so much of Adrienne Rich’s “Natural Resources” (1977), especially the last three couplets:

    My heart is moved by all I cannot save:
    so much has been destroyed

    I have to cast my lot with those
    who age after age, perversely,

    with no extraordinary power,
    reconstitute the world.

    Yeah, we did it and we’re going to keep on doing it. P.S. I’ve passed your “Everybody Talking Bout Heaven Ain’t Going There” on to two or three dozen women and every single one has started screaming in recognition. Me too. Thanks for that. The gift that keeps on giving . . .

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