People are worried that the fight against Donald Trump could be unwinnable. Here’s the thing: I’ve been winning unwinnable fights my whole life. Everyone thinks they know what fights are unwinnable—until everyone gets out, fights, persists, and wins. That’s how we’ll beat Trump. pic.twitter.com/34f4kkXbfb
— Elizabeth Warren (@ewarren) February 11, 2020
(I didn’t see this on Political Twitter — I found it on one of the virologist sites I check for corona-virus updates, between links to scientific papers and the latest news about Ebola in the Congo.)
Monica Hesse, in the Washington Post:
KEENE, N.H. — Within three minutes of getting in line for an Elizabeth Warren rally, I’ve been handed a business card for a woman-empowerment organization called Brass Ovaries, and the founder, my linemate, has drawn me into a conversation about Warren that has begun to feel like the only conversation to have about Warren: the kind that’s about hope, and despair, and how it’s possible to love America and also want to throw it out the window.
“I went to one of her events before, and I gave her one of my Brass Ovaries pins,” Michelle Johnson says. “And I started to explain how it’s about fed-up women — but she said, ‘Oh, I get it,’ and I said, ‘I knew you would,’ because Elizabeth always gets it, doesn’t she?…
“I’m leaning toward Warren,” says Frank Brownell, a retired editor who relocated to Keene from Upstate New York. “I’m not a big Buttigieg fan. But I want to pick someone to win.” He sighed, deeply troubled. “Women have such a burden. I actually wish women ran the world.”
If he wished women ran things, I asked him, was there a reason he was still merely leaning toward Warren? Here was a woman he liked who was offering to run the country, and he literally had the chance to give her the job.
“I’m going to vote for her,” he decided, then waffled. “I don’t know, I don’t know.”
His qualms weren’t with Warren. He loved Warren. His qualms were about everyone else, everyone else who might not be ready to vote for a woman. “I’m hopeful but I’m not hopeful. I don’t think America is what I always hoped it was.”…
At one event in New Hampshire, a little girl approaches the microphone, accompanied by her mother.
“My name is Elizabeth,” she says.
“Your name is Elizabeth?” Warren reels back. “Oh wow! Double Elizabeths! I feel the power.”
“I’m seven years old.”
Warren pauses, deadpan. “I’m . . . not.”
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