Hillary’s Discipline

We didn’t get to read New York magazine’s big Hillary piece until last night. We put it off after seeing, with some relief, in the Note that there was “no news” in it.

The story’s worth the read, full of interesting observations and sensibility and the occasional revealing quote. But not too revealing. Hints from Ickes, praise from the official strange bedfellow, Lindsey Graham. And not a single chink in Hillary‘s armor, not a glimpse into what’s happening behind the curtain. Indeed, the writer is slowly converted to the Party Line: that Hillary can win.

To a reporter, the story is as much as anything else about how maddening Clinton is to cover. You look so closely that the object starts to disappear.

Charlie Rangel, the Walt Whitman of Congress, of course says it best:

“I don’t have the slightest clue who Hillary really is…. I don’t think you ever find out who the real person is. All I see is a gal who knew she was as good as anyone else, and she saw this guy she could make something of, so she forfeited Illinois and went to Arkansas. That’s a hell of a move to make for a redneck, which is all he was.

“I’ve found that the human mind is so fragile, you can believe what you’re doing is right if other people want you to do it…If I was going to confession, and I had to talk about what adjustments I’ve made in public life, I don’t know what I’d say. I don’t remember contradicting myself, though I assume hundreds of reporters would say otherwise. Life’s a changing thing.” Hillary’s Discipline