On the campus of Yale University, in 1970, an “odd couple,” Hillary Rodham and Bill (“Bubba”) Clinton, came together at a Mark Rothko exhibit at the Yale Art Museum. Before the end of that rainy afternoon, they had formed an unbreakable bond forged while they rested on the seat of a Henry Moore sculpture.
They were from completely different worlds—he, a populist from a poverty-stricken background in Arkansas; she, a former “Goldwater Girl” and conservative Republican gradually moving into the liberal camp. As he sat beside her, holding her hand, he confided to her that since the age of seven, he had only one abiding ambition—and that was to be the President of the United States. He promised her, “If elected, I will pave the way for you to become the first woman president. You can follow after my administration.”
