I think it’s an appropriate moment to tell this story. About a decade ago, when my daughter Cassidy Rose was 9, I bought a trip to the Reagan Library at a fundraiser for her elementary school. The trip was hosted by her teacher and we brought along Cassidy’s best friend Alex.
I’ll never forget when when we walked into the foyer of the library, which is lined with portraits of all the Presidents of the United States. These little girls took a look around, paused for a moment, then asked two questions in quick succession:
“Why are they all men?” said Cassidy.
“Why are they all white?” said Alex.
Neither their teacher nor I had any good answers.
I’m delighted that in the ensuing years, we as a nation came up with a good answer for one of those questions. I hope that we’re on the way to answering the other one.
And gentlemen, you are seriously underestimating the ladies if you do not think this moment is important to us. We’ve waited way, way too long. And despite the fact that every time a woman stands up, she’s judged for the tenor of her voice, the cut of her hair, the style of her dress, the size of her hips — pretty much anything other than what she’s actually done for her country, her business, her community or her family — we’re continuing to fight, every day, to take our rightful place at the table.
Those two 9-year-olds can now vote, by the way, and they and the rest of their generation absolutely refuse to believe that a woman can’t be President. Get ready, y’all. Change is a-comin’.