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HRC by Amie Parnes and Jonathan Allen - Excerpt
HRC by Amie Parnes and Jonathan Allen - Excerpt
STAT E SECR ET S A N D
T H E R E B I RT H O F
HILLARY
CLINTON
JONAT H A N A LLEN
a n d A M I E PA R N E S
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rest of the world. They were also platforms for intelligence, military,
and commercial activity.
Yet the perils of modern diplomacy were clear. American diplo-
mats in war zones were at just as much risk of coming under fire as
the military. The difference was that diplomats didn’t carry machine
guns. Hillary understood that engaging in diplomacy in hostile parts
of the world was a calculated risk. She had made the case, within the
administration and on Capitol Hill, that funding for the security of
diplomatic posts in war zones should be as sacrosanct as the money
spent on arming and equipping troops. She had included Pakistan
on a list, with Afghanistan and Iraq, of countries where embassy
security budgets should be protected by law.
The decision to take time out from one of her tightly run meet-
ings for an embassy security briefing sent a message to the people in
the room that Hillary believed at that moment that “this is the most
important thing for us to be talking about,” said another source who
was present.
It wouldn’t be the last time.
Near the end of her tenure at State in September 2012, the
Benghazi attack—essentially the three a.m. call she had campaigned
on in 2008—interrupted the smooth narrative arc of Hillary’s politi-
cal comeback. For four years, from the day she accepted Barack
Obama’s invitation to join his cabinet, Hillary had been engaged in
a peripatetic rebuilding and rebranding campaign. All at once, and
with disciplined follow-through, she had enhanced the State Depart-
ment, America’s relationships with some foreign countries, and her
own brand at home. The mission required a survivor’s strength, a
gatherer’s cultivation of political capital, a hawk’s vigilance, and the
ambition of a woman who believes she should be president. Taking
the job had been a risk, just as continuing to engage in diplomacy in
dangerous parts of the world was a risk.
Hillary explained, both before the Benghazi attack and after it,
her view that the United States couldn’t simply pull back from the
most precarious parts of the world because of the danger to diplo-
mats. Instead of avoiding risk, she argued, it was the job of the State
Moran left a voice message for Balderston: I’m all in for Hillary, he
said. Naturally, Balderston was excited. The courtship of delegates
hadn’t been going well, and adding a new name to Hillary’s column
was welcome news. But Balderston’s joy was short-lived. “What
the fuck?” he exclaimed a couple of weeks later as he read the news
that Moran was set to endorse Obama. He called the congressman,
his old chum from the neighborhood. “Do not ever call me again!”
Balderston said. He stopped going to the book club.
Bill was particularly incensed at California representative Lois
Capps. He had campaigned for Capps’s husband, Walter, who
knocked out an incumbent congresswoman in 1996, delivered
the eulogy the following year at Walter’s congressional memorial
service—calling him “entirely too nice to be in Congress”—and
then helped Lois Capps win her husband’s seat in a special elec-
tion. The Cappses’ daughter, Laura, had even worked in the Clinton
White House.
“How could this happen?” Bill asked, after Lois Capps came out
for Obama at the end of April.
“Do you know her daughter is married to Bill Burton?” one of
Hillary’s aides replied.
Burton worked for Obama as a high-profile campaign spokes-
man and would go on to join the White House staff, but this did little
to assuage the former president’s frustration. Bill and Hillary were
shocked at how many Democrats had abandoned them to hook up
with the fresh brand of Barack Obama. The injuries and insults were
endless, and each blow hurt more than the last, the cumulative effect
of months and months of defections. During the spring and sum-
mer, the Clinton campaign went days on end without adding a single
endorsement.
It reached the point where Hillary—in a stale, sterile confer-
ence room at the DNC headquarters—asked uncommitted “super-
delegates” to give her their word, privately, that they would back
her if it came to a vote at the convention, even if they weren’t will-
ing to take the political risk of coming out for her publicly ahead of
time. Unlike the regular delegates who were elected in state party
port,” said one friend of both women. “It was obvious that was going
to bring in a whole new constituency of voters that were important to
the Speaker, and that’s politics.”
The DCCC and the Phoenix Park Hotel, both within walking dis-
tance of the Capitol, were chosen in part so that it would be harder
for the almighty superdelegates to say they didn’t have time to meet
with Hillary. It was telling that a former first lady, New York senator,
and onetime presidential front-runner had to worry about members
of Congress avoiding her. It was also telling that Hillary’s heavy push
for superdelegates, particularly those like Jason Altmire who hardly
registered on the Washington power meter, didn’t begin in earnest
until after Super Tuesday in February. She had thought the nomi-
nation would be hers by then, and in any case, she detested asking
lawmakers and donors for votes and money. She preferred to be the
magnanimous one, dispensing favors rather than collecting them.
Hillary had begun to lose Altmire long before she realized
she needed to compete for him. While it took her until the spring
of 2008 to get her delegate outreach into gear, Obama had first
approached Altmire in the summer of 2007. By October of that year,
the junior Pennsylvania congressman was invited, along with Rep-
resentative Patrick Murphy, to attend a speech that Michelle Obama
gave to a group in Philadelphia. After the speech the two congress-
men spent the better part of an hour backstage with the future
first lady, who sat on a couch and sipped a bottle of water as she
explained her husband’s strategy for beating the Clinton juggernaut.
Even though he had slipped far behind Hillary in the national polls,
Obama would win Iowa and New Hampshire, turning the race into
a three-way fight with Clinton and John Edwards. Edwards would
drop out of the race soon thereafter. “When it’s a one-on-one battle,
that’s when Barack’s going to shine,” Michelle told the two junior
Democrats. “She’s not going to know what hit her.”
Four years later Altmire was still impressed with Michelle
Obama’s presentation. “She called exactly what happened,” he said.
“She was wrong about New Hampshire, but she called exactly what
was going to happen.” Murphy, a close friend of Altmire, already
that he was talking to Hillary. In the SUV, Altmire gave the former
president his now-practiced spiel about disliking the superdelegate
process.
“I think you know as well as I know that Hillary is going to win
in your district, and you should support the people of your district
by supporting Hillary,” Clinton said.
If there was anybody who knew what it took to be president,
it was Bill Clinton, and the Clintons had been suggesting Obama
wasn’t ready to be president. That had caught Altmire’s attention.
What did he mean by that? What were his concerns?
“Why do you think that Senator Obama is so not qualified to be
president?” Altmire asked.
Clinton looked up. “I didn’t say he was not qualified,” he ex-
plained. “I don’t want to say that, but when I became president,
when I look back, I made some mistakes early because of inexperi-
ence. I was not as prepared to be president as I thought I would be.
This guy is not nearly as ready to be president as I was in 1993.”
Then Clinton turned bitter, saying Obama’s “buddies in the media”
would just “cover it up anyway” if he did make mistakes.
When the votes were tallied on April 22, Hillary won Pennsyl-
vania by 10 points and Altmire’s district by 31 points. The result
increased the pressure on Altmire, who had been saying all along
that he didn’t like the idea of reversing the will of his own constitu-
ents. Now, having spoken, they had shouted, “Hillary!” Where they
had once been a convenient shield, protecting Altmire from having
to make a decision, they now became the point of Hillary’s spear.
A miscommunication made the inevitable showdown even more
painful than necessary. Through the union grapevine, Hillary’s
aides got the erroneous message that Altmire was ready to endorse
her. They invited him to meet with her one morning later that week
at the DNC’s Washington headquarters. Clinton, weary from a six-
week marathon of campaigning in Pennsylvania, rose early to meet
with Altmire at eight a.m. Coffee and bagels were the standard fare
in the small conference room that Hillary used to court superdele-
gates. There was a table in the room, but two chairs had been pulled