I am reading Hillary R Clinton’s Living History, and the following sentences are abstracted from its Preface and Chapter One:
That September morning changed me and what I had to do as a Senator, a New Yorker and an American. [color=red]And it changed America in ways we are still discovering. We are all on new ground, and somehow we must make it common ground.
Yet our nation also had unfinished business in the post-war era, particularly regarding race. [color=red]And it was the World War II generation and their children who woke up to the challenges of social injustice and inequality and to the ideal of extending America’s promise to all of its citizens.
I woke up a lot of people who stumbled to the door or yelled at me to go away. [color=red]And I walked into a bar where men were drinking to ask if certain people on my list actually lived there.
Of course, when I returned home and told my father where I had been, he went nuts. It was bad enough to go downtown without an adult, but to go to the South Side alone sent him into a yelling fit. [color=red]And besides, he said, Kennedy was going to be President whether we liked it or not.
Throughout Bill’s tenure, we encountered political opposition, legal challenges and personal tragedies, and we made our fair share of mistakes. [color=red]But when he left office in January 2001, America was a stronger, better and more just nation, ready to tackle the challenges of a new century.
My mother and my grandmothers could never have lived my life; my father and my grandfathers could never have imagined it.[color=red] But they bestowed on me the promise of America, which made my life and my choices possible.
She washed the same blouse every day to wear with her only skirt and, in colder weather, her only sweater. [color=red]But for the first time, she lived in a household where the father and mother gave their children the love, attention and guidance she had never received.
When she graduated from high school, my mother made plans to go to college in California. [color=red]But Della contacted her―for the first time in ten years―and asked her to come live with her in Chicago.
My mother’s father died in 1947, so I never even met him. [color=red]But I knew my grandmother, Della, as a weak and self-indulgent woman wrapped up in television soap operas and disengaged from reality.
She died in 1960, an unhappy woman and a mystery, still. [color=red]But she did bring my mother to Chicago, and that’s where Dorothy met Hugh Rodham.
When he came back to tell his parents and pack his bags, Hannah was furious and forbade him to go. [color=red]But my grandfather pointed out that jobs were hard to come by, and the family could use the money for Russell’s college and medical education.
As she had suspected, Tosh and his family had been interned during World War II, and their farm had been taken from them. [color=red]But she was heartened to learn that, after years of struggling, Tosh had become a successful vegetable farmer himself.
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