JFK was shot on my 19th birthday. I loved Bobby. MLK. And the dear hearts of Jimmy & Bill & Hubert & Walter & Lyndon & Anne Richards & so many.

But Hillary is my champion. She is our Strider. You can count on her through every trial, a candle in the darkness, and a beacon of shining dreams too. And the smart steps to make those dreams substantial in the lives of people. Thank you Hillary for being so brave and so gallant. The beauty of your spirit shines like the morning star.

Hillary is the champion for so many whose dispossessed sorrow or rage is transformed to courage at her example.