“it was a gift to the Twitter wags who made jokes about hipsters”

She went to Roberta’s once, and I hear she’s been seen at Cipriani lately, and it is a known fact that she has shopped with Anna Wintour, but the truth is that Hillary Clinton moved to New York for work (like so many others here). They called it “carpetbagging” at the time, an opportunistic grab at a Senate seat, but the gambit wouldn’t have worked if Hillary and New York hadn’t been a good fit, hadn’t recognized the best of themselves in each other. Sure, in retrospect, to be an untested freshman senator from her home state of Illinois might have been a better path to the presidency, but Clin-ton was deeply ambitious—is now, and ever shall be, even if she’s lost in the wilderness of Westchester wearing a fleece she’s had since 1995.

“Chicago’s great and all, a world-class city,” as Michael Tomasky wrote in this magazine in 1999. “But who’s she going to hobnob with in Chicago, that lady who writes the V. I. Warshawski novels?” Meanwhile, it wasn’t just her famous last name, or her unceasing drive, that recommended Clinton to this town. It was her brand of liberalism: in equal measures practical about the way the world works (yeah, so she let some bankers pick up the tab; so have a lot of us!) and utopian about making it better (lost in the Year of Bernie was the fact that Clinton would have reshaped the economy in a deep and radical way, particularly for women and families).

When she moved her presidential- campaign headquarters to Brooklyn Heights, it was a gift to the Twitter wags who made jokes about hipsters, never mind that the staid neighborhood she picked was just about the least hip part of the borough (home to the courthouse, an Ann Tay-lor Loft, and such artisanal hot spots as Hale and Hearty). But it was also a declaration that her adopted city, and this even more newly adopted borough, was in its progressive idealism, and despite all its easily pilloried tropes, the spiritual home of her politics. For a while, it seemed it could be the spiritual home of American politics, too.

That was the great thing about this campaign. She went for it this time: Remember the unmitigated defense of abortion rights she gave in the third debate? Her unapologetic identification as a feminist? Even her ongoing dialogue with Black Lives Matter felt like it was, authentically, Hillary: a transplant who better represented New York than a native.

by: noreen malone