She looked wonderful – and Presidential. She had an event in Philadelphia just the night before, but if she was tired or grumpy, if signing over 1,000 books and shaking over 1,000 dirty sweaty hands made her wrist ache (made MINE ache, in sympathy), she didn’t let on. She wore a bright turquoise pantsuit that set off her amazing eyes.
It feels to me almost like there is an epidemic of hate, of angry, shouting people who don’t want to hear or acknowledge the humanity of others. Like it’s influenza, or an alien entity, it’s as if people don’t feel safe unless they hate anyone or anything that is different or new or whatever, this miasmic THING is traveling around the United States, maybe the whole world, all red-faced and pointy-fingered at those people, over there, who are ruining it for the rest of us.