MEETING HILLARY ( PART TWO)
[EXCERPTED FROM "HILLARY THE OTHER WOMAN" --A BOOK WRITTEN BY BILL CLINTON'S LONG-TIME FRIEND AND CONFIDANTE (SINCE HIGH SCHOOL) DOLLY KYLE
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The Senator had taken my sister under his wing,as he had done for many other promising young people in Arkansas.Senator Fulbright ( who had been a friend of my daddy) also was instrumental in helping one of my brothers to receive a Presidential Appointment to the Air Force Academy,but there was no doubt that Billy Clinton was his bright and shining star.
(By the way,there was not a clear-cut election "win" for Billy that night in May 1974;he did,however,with the Democratic nomination run-off in the following month.)
In my mind,at that moment in the car with Billy,with the strange,stinky woman,and with the three hushed gray suits in the back seat,I could easily imagine Senator Fulbright at his headquarters.The Senator surely would gave watched Billy Clinton on the Little Rock television broadcast,knowing that he was only a dozen blocks away.
Fulbright certainly would understand Billy's absence from his crowd of supporters that night.The Senator had seen his share of backstabbers in Washington.He was politically astute enough to realize that his young protege had abandoned him at the mere count of a vote.
I felt hot tears forming in my eyes as I made a left turn away from the route to Fulbright's headquarters and headed back toward the airport.
"Senator Fulbright may not win this election,"I whispered.When I realized my voice was quivering, I took a deep breath and swallowed hard to regain my composure.Then I continued with a fir,drawn-out emphasis on every word,"but he will never be a loser."
I made no further attempt at conversation with any of the foreign people in my car.I drove them to the airport in stony silence,dropped them off without a word and drove immediately to Fulbright's headquarters.There, I found my younger sister in tears,watching the Senator's disastrous election returns on the television set.I hugged her gently.
My sister returned the hug then looked around and asked me,"Where's Billy?"
"I took him to the airport."
"I don't blame you.I can't believe what he did to you."
"To me?"I frowned,not knowing what she meant."What did he do to me?"I asked.
"I heard that he had Hillary with him when you picked him up at the airport and took him to the television station.That's low. That's really low.That's even low for him."
"No!Don't be silly!It wasn't Hillary."
I laughed out loud,but my sister was shaking her head.
"Really, it wasn't Hillary,"I explained."It was one of the most pitiful-looking women I've ever seen.He couldn't ever have lived with someone like that.Are you kidding me?Not Billy.I don't know what was going on with him tonight.I guess he meant it to be some kind of joke on me,but the joke's on him,having to put up with her all night.You should have seen her.Whew!You should have smelled her! I chose to ignore his big joke,but I have no idea what he was thinking or where he dug her up."
My sister shook her head again.
"He dug her up at Yale,"she announced in her typically blunt manner.
"That can't be right,"I argued."That could not possibly have been the real Hillary.It had to be some other woman."
"That was definitely Hillary,"my sister continued."I just talked to a friend of mine at the television station who had seen and smelled her somewhere before.I was calling over there to find out why y'all weren't here yet,and my friend told me that Billy had Hillary with him.He said she was really pissed,but you were cool about it."
Fr the second timed in the hour, I felt a kick in my gut.
"I can't believe he would do this to you,"she repeated sympathetically,"but since you weren't mad at him for that,why didn't you bring him with you.The Senator was looking forward to congratulating him fir his primary victory.He wanted to have some pictures taken together tonight.He said tonight is the beginning of his dream for Billy."
"Billy made me take him back him to the airport without coming by here first when he saw the returns in Fulbright's race,He said he didn't want to be seen with a loser."
I spat out the horrid word loser as Billy had done, and I looked over my sister's shoulder,at the tall,slim,dignified Senator Fulbright.His elegant wife stood loyally by his side,a hint of tears brimming in her eyes as she envisioned the end of their thirty years of distinguished service in Washington.
The lights glared harshly on the Senator as reporters fire questions at him.
"Senator,are you ready to concede?"
Fulbright nodded.He smiled graciously in defeat.His eyes searched the faces in the crowd,and he thanked his friends for their support.
To this day,I still believe that Senator Fulbright was looking for Billy Clinton in his crowd of supporters that night.I believe the pain of losing the senate race was less than the pain of being abandoned by his brightest hope.
Of course,the Senator never mentioned anything like that to any of us.He was not the sort of man who would.Senator Fulbright was a gracious giver.He was an honorable man.
As the Senator gave his concession speech om the harsh glare of television cameras,my sister and I joined the other supporters in enthusiastic applause for the retiring gentleman.
Noticing the tears in my eyes,my little sister said again,"I can't believe Billy would do this to you."
I said,"I can't believe he would do it to the Senator."
[EXCERPTED FROM "HILLARY THE OTHER WOMAN" --A BOOK WRITTEN BY BILL CLINTON'S LONG-TIME FRIEND AND CONFIDANTE (SINCE HIGH SCHOOL) DOLLY KYLE
BUY THE BOOK & GET YOUR EYES OPENED ON HILLARY AND BILL.]
The Senator had taken my sister under his wing,as he had done for many other promising young people in Arkansas.Senator Fulbright ( who had been a friend of my daddy) also was instrumental in helping one of my brothers to receive a Presidential Appointment to the Air Force Academy,but there was no doubt that Billy Clinton was his bright and shining star.
(By the way,there was not a clear-cut election "win" for Billy that night in May 1974;he did,however,with the Democratic nomination run-off in the following month.)
In my mind,at that moment in the car with Billy,with the strange,stinky woman,and with the three hushed gray suits in the back seat,I could easily imagine Senator Fulbright at his headquarters.The Senator surely would gave watched Billy Clinton on the Little Rock television broadcast,knowing that he was only a dozen blocks away.
Fulbright certainly would understand Billy's absence from his crowd of supporters that night.The Senator had seen his share of backstabbers in Washington.He was politically astute enough to realize that his young protege had abandoned him at the mere count of a vote.
I felt hot tears forming in my eyes as I made a left turn away from the route to Fulbright's headquarters and headed back toward the airport.
"Senator Fulbright may not win this election,"I whispered.When I realized my voice was quivering, I took a deep breath and swallowed hard to regain my composure.Then I continued with a fir,drawn-out emphasis on every word,"but he will never be a loser."
I made no further attempt at conversation with any of the foreign people in my car.I drove them to the airport in stony silence,dropped them off without a word and drove immediately to Fulbright's headquarters.There, I found my younger sister in tears,watching the Senator's disastrous election returns on the television set.I hugged her gently.
My sister returned the hug then looked around and asked me,"Where's Billy?"
"I took him to the airport."
"I don't blame you.I can't believe what he did to you."
"To me?"I frowned,not knowing what she meant."What did he do to me?"I asked.
"I heard that he had Hillary with him when you picked him up at the airport and took him to the television station.That's low. That's really low.That's even low for him."
"No!Don't be silly!It wasn't Hillary."
I laughed out loud,but my sister was shaking her head.
"Really, it wasn't Hillary,"I explained."It was one of the most pitiful-looking women I've ever seen.He couldn't ever have lived with someone like that.Are you kidding me?Not Billy.I don't know what was going on with him tonight.I guess he meant it to be some kind of joke on me,but the joke's on him,having to put up with her all night.You should have seen her.Whew!You should have smelled her! I chose to ignore his big joke,but I have no idea what he was thinking or where he dug her up."
My sister shook her head again.
"He dug her up at Yale,"she announced in her typically blunt manner.
"That can't be right,"I argued."That could not possibly have been the real Hillary.It had to be some other woman."
"That was definitely Hillary,"my sister continued."I just talked to a friend of mine at the television station who had seen and smelled her somewhere before.I was calling over there to find out why y'all weren't here yet,and my friend told me that Billy had Hillary with him.He said she was really pissed,but you were cool about it."
Fr the second timed in the hour, I felt a kick in my gut.
"I can't believe he would do this to you,"she repeated sympathetically,"but since you weren't mad at him for that,why didn't you bring him with you.The Senator was looking forward to congratulating him fir his primary victory.He wanted to have some pictures taken together tonight.He said tonight is the beginning of his dream for Billy."
"Billy made me take him back him to the airport without coming by here first when he saw the returns in Fulbright's race,He said he didn't want to be seen with a loser."
I spat out the horrid word loser as Billy had done, and I looked over my sister's shoulder,at the tall,slim,dignified Senator Fulbright.His elegant wife stood loyally by his side,a hint of tears brimming in her eyes as she envisioned the end of their thirty years of distinguished service in Washington.
The lights glared harshly on the Senator as reporters fire questions at him.
"Senator,are you ready to concede?"
Fulbright nodded.He smiled graciously in defeat.His eyes searched the faces in the crowd,and he thanked his friends for their support.
To this day,I still believe that Senator Fulbright was looking for Billy Clinton in his crowd of supporters that night.I believe the pain of losing the senate race was less than the pain of being abandoned by his brightest hope.
Of course,the Senator never mentioned anything like that to any of us.He was not the sort of man who would.Senator Fulbright was a gracious giver.He was an honorable man.
As the Senator gave his concession speech om the harsh glare of television cameras,my sister and I joined the other supporters in enthusiastic applause for the retiring gentleman.
Noticing the tears in my eyes,my little sister said again,"I can't believe Billy would do this to you."
I said,"I can't believe he would do it to the Senator."