That is the point, isn’t it? We — the activists, the bloggers, the ones who spent hours upon hours at caucuses, who donated money we couldn’t afford — we’ve become so personally invested in the outcome of this race. And it is personal. I’m a woman who, for the first time, could actually see a woman in the White House. You’re damn right it’s personal.
But I also know that when I went to my caucus in February, and I watched two very old black men sitting together, smiling, beaming, I choked up because I imagined — and could appreciate — they probably felt the way I did.