Book Review: Bill and Hillary: The Politics of the Personal

If you know me, then you know I was #NotWithHer during the 2016 presidential election. I had the privilege of voting my conscience because I don’t live in a swing state. I didn’t have to make a hard choice between two people I didn’t like. (The people I vote for don’t win.)

That being said, I did cast my very first vote at 18 years old for Bill Clinton, and to this day I’m not sure why, other than that’s what all the cool kids were doing.

Since everyone lost their minds the night President Trump was elected (myself included), I’ve been curious to understand what the big hairy deal is with the Clintons. Why are they so loved? Why have people handcuffed their entire careers and reputations to this polarizing political couple? (I’m looking at you, Huma.) I don’t get it, and while I respect and love many Clinton supports in my circle of influence, my understanding of their support was nil.

Therefore, I set out to read about them, and while I chose a couple of books that ended up more biased than I cared for, I wanted to share a review of a book that I found to be objective, thoughtful, and informative.

Bill and Hillary: The Politics of the Personal begins where every story about a politician should – his and her childhood. Just as our upbringing shapes us, a politician’s earliest experiences on matters of standard, sacrifice, risk and reward play an influential role in who they become as adults. A person’s ideology is shaped, for better or worse, by the relationships and events of their youth. It matters that Bill Clinton’s childhood was a total mess. It matters that Hillary’s mother’s opinion on marriage was pivotal in her decision to stay with a compulsive cheater, that Hillary knew exactly what she was signing up for when she married the future president.

The first sections of the book toggle back and forth between their upbringings, their educational experiences, and family history. Once the couple meets at Yale and enters into a romantic partnership, the story streamlines as the Clintons head for Arkansas.

Here are a few things I didn’t know prior to reading this book:

  • that Hillary wrestled with the decision to marry Bill. I mean, really wrestled.
  • that the Whitewater scandal was the first big hurdle that forced Bill and Hillary to use political and legal connections to outwit and outplay, a pattern of secrecy and sidestepping that served them well for decades. (Hillary’s documented arguments for eschewing cooperation helped me understand how she handled the email/server scandal during the election.)
  • that Bill was governor of Arkansas for two years, then lost his first re-election when he fell out of touch with his constituents. He was eventually re-elected and served another ten years.
  • that Hillary insisted upon an office in the West Wing instead of the traditional space for First Ladies in the East Wing, furthering the message that she and Bill were “co-presidents”
  • that Chelsea forbade her father to visit her at Stanford after the Lewinsky affair became public
  • that Hillary actually believed Bill when he said the Lewinsky affair was not true
  • that Bill could’ve had a fully successful presidency as a left-leaning moderate had his personal afflictions been avoided

If this tells you anything about the book’s objectivity, there were several times when I felt pity for the Clintons. Hillary’s ambition can be traced to her earliest years, and while I acknowledge her passion as authentic and recognize that it’s attractive to some, her manipulative methods for gaining power affirm that I could never support her. Likewise, no matter how successful his presidency was (and could’ve been), Bill just can’t get out of his own way. I feel the most sorry for him.

Whether they have a romantic, abiding love for each other is something only they know, but this book spotlights how dedicated they’ve been to their powerful partnership, that no matter how bad it got, they stuck together.

For better or for worse. 

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