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你要的是克林顿昨天在美国民主党代表大会上的讲话？下面是你要的那部分：
In the spring of 1971,I met a girl. The first time I saw her, we were, appropriately enough, in aclass on political and civil rights. She had thick blond hair, big glasses.Wore no makeup. And she exuded this strength of self-possession I found magnetic.
After the class, Ifollowed her out, intending to introduce myself. I got close enough to touchher back, but I couldn't do it. Somehow, I knew this would not be just anothertap on the shoulder, that I might be starting something I couldn't stop. I saw herseveral more times the next few days but still didn't speak to her. Then onenight in the law library talking to a classmate who wanted me to join the YaleLaw Journal, he said it would guarantee me a job at a big firm or a clerkshipwith a federal judge. I really wasn’t interested — I just wanted to go home toArkansas.
Then I saw the girlagain, standing at the opposite end of that long room. Finally, she was staringback at me. So I watched her. She closed her book, put it down, and startedwalking toward me. She walked the whole length of the library, came up to me,and said, "Look, if you are going to keep staring at me, we at least oughtto know each other's name. I'm Hillary Rodham, who are you?" I was soimpressed and surprised that, whether you believe it or not, momentarily, I wasspeechless.
Finally, I sort ofblurted out my name and we exchanged a few words, and she went away. Well, Ididn't join the Law Review, but I did leave that library with a whole new goalin mind. A couple days later, I saw her again, wearing a long, white, floweryskirt, and I went up to her and she said she was going to register for classesfor the next term. I said I would go too.
We stood in line andtalked — you had to do that to register back then. I thought I was doing prettywell until we got to the front of the line and the registrar looked up andsaid, "Bill, what are you doing here? You registered this morning."
I turned red and shelaughed that big laugh of hers and I thought, well, heck, since my cover hasbeen blown, I asked her to take a walk down to the art museum. We have beenwalking, and talking, and laughing together ever since.
And we have done it ingood times, through joy and heartbreak. We cried together this morning on thenews that our good friend and a lot of your good friend, Mark Weiner, passedaway early this morning. We built up a lifetime of memories. After the firstmonth and that first walk, I drove her home to Park Ridge, Illinois, to meether family and see the town where she grew up, a perfect example of post-WorldWar II middle-class America. Street after street of nice houses, great schools,good parks, a big public swimming pool. And almost all white.
I really liked herfamily, her crusty, conservative father, her rambunctious brothers, allextolling the virtue of rooting for the bears and the cubs. And for the peopleof Illinois here, they even told me what waiting for next year meant — could benext year, guys.
Now, her mother wasdifferent. She was more liberal than the boys. She had a childhood that mademine look like a piece of cake. She was easy to underestimate with her softmanner and she reminded me all over again of the truth of that old saying thatyou should never judge a book by its cover. Knowing her was one of the greatestgifts Hillary ever gave me.
I learned that Hillarygot her introduction to social justice through her Methodist youth minister,Don Jones. He took her downtown to Chicago to hear Martin Luther King Jr. speakand he remained her friend for the rest of his life. This will be the onlycampaign of hers he ever missed.
When she got tocollege, her opposition to the Vietnam War compelled her to change parties andbecome a Democrat. And then between college and law school, on a total lark,she went alone to Alaska and spent time sliming fish.
More to the point, bythe time I met her she had already been involved in the law school's legalservices project and she had been influenced by Marian Wright Edelman. She tooka summer internship interviewing workers in migrant camps for Sen. WalterMondale’s subcommittee. She had also begun working in the Yale New Havenhospital to develop procedures to handle suspected child abuse cases.
She got so involved inchildren's issues that she actually took an extra year in law school working atthe child studies center to learn what more could be done to improve the livesand futures of poor children. She was already determined to figure out how tomake things better.
Hillary opened my eyesto a whole new world of public service by private citizens. In the summer of1972, she went to Dothan, Alabama, to visit one of those segregated academiesthat enrolled over a half a million white kids in the South. The only way theeconomics worked was if they claimed federal tax exemptions to which they werenot legally entitled. She got sent to prove they weren't.
So she sauntered intoone of these academies all by herself, pretending to be a housewife that justmoved to town and needed to find a school for her son. And they exchangepleasantries and finally, she said, "Look, let's get to the bottom line.If I enroll my son in this school, will he be in a segregated school? Yes orno?" And the guy said "Absolutely." She had him. I’ve seen it athousand times since.
And she went back andher encounter was part of a report that gave Marian Wright Edelman the forcethey needed to keep working to get the Nixon administration to take those taxexemptions away and give our kids access to an equal education.
Then she went down toSouth Texas, where she met one of the nicest fellows I ever met, the wonderfulunion leader Franklin Garcia, and he helped her register Mexican-Americanvoters. I think some of them are still around to vote for her in 2016. Andthen, in our last year in law school, Hillary kept up this work. She went toSouth Carolina to see why so many young African-American boys — I mean, youngteenagers — were being jailed for years with adults in men's prisons. She fileda report on that, which led to some changes too. Always making things better.
Meanwhile, let's getback to business. I was trying to convince her to marry me. I first proposed toher on a trip to Great Britain, the first time she'd ever been overseas. Wewere on the shoreline of this wonderful lake, Lake Ennerdale. I asked her tomarry me and she said, "I can't do it."
So in 1974, I wenthome to teach in law school and Hillary moved to Massachusetts to keep workingon children's issues. This time, trying to figure out why so many kids countedin the census weren't enrolled in school.
She found one of themsitting alone on her porch in a wheelchair. Once more, she filed a report aboutthese kids and that helped influence ultimately the Congress to adopt theproposition that children with disabilities, physical or otherwise, should haveequal access to public education. You saw the result of that last night whenAnastasia Somoza talked. She never made fun of people with disabilities. Shetried to empower them based on their abilities.
Meanwhile, I was stilltrying to get her to marry me. The second time I asked, I tried a differenttactic. I said, "I really want you to marry me, but you shouldn't doit." She smiled and looked at me like what is this boy up to. She said,"That is not a very good sales pitch." I said, "I know but it'strue." And I meant it. It was true. I said, "I know most of the youngDemocrats our age who want to go into politics, they mean well and they speakwell, but none of them is as good as you are at actually doing things to makepositive changes in people's lives."
So I suggested she gohome to Illinois or move to New York and look for a chance to run for office.She laughed and said, "Are you out of your mind? Nobody would ever votefor me." So I finally got her to come visit me in Arkansas. And when shedid, the people at the law school were so impressed, they offered her ateaching position. And she decided to take a huge chance.
She moved to a strangeplace, more rural and conservative than anywhere she had been. Where she knewgood and well that people were wondering what in the world she was like andwhether they could or should accept her. Didn't take them long to find out whatshe was like.
She loved herteaching. She got frustrated when one of her students said, "What do youexpect, I'm just from Arkansas." She said, "Don’t tell me that.You’re as smart as anybody. You just have to believe in yourself and work forit and set high goals." She believed anyone could make it. She alsostarted the first legal aid clinic in northwest Arkansas, providing legal aidservices to poor people who couldn't pay for them.
One day, I was drivingher to the airport to fly back to Chicago when we passed this little brickhouse that had a for-sale sign on it and she said, "Boy, that's a prettyhouse." It had 1,100 square feet, an attic fan and no air conditioner inhot Arkansas, and a screened-in porch. Hillary commented on what a uniquelydesigned and beautiful house it was.
So I took a bigchance. I bought the house. My mortgage was $175 a month. When she came back, Ipicked her up and said, "You remember that house you like?" I said,"While you were gone, I bought it, and you have to marry me now." Thethird time was the charm. We were married in that little house on October 11,1975. I married my best friend.
In the spring of 1971,I met a girl. The first time I saw her, we were, appropriately enough, in aclass on political and civil rights. She had thick blond hair, big glasses.Wore no makeup. And she exuded this strength of self-possession I found magnetic.
After the class, Ifollowed her out, intending to introduce myself. I got close enough to touchher back, but I couldn't do it. Somehow, I knew this would not be just anothertap on the shoulder, that I might be starting something I couldn't stop. I saw herseveral more times the next few days but still didn't speak to her. Then onenight in the law library talking to a classmate who wanted me to join the YaleLaw Journal, he said it would guarantee me a job at a big firm or a clerkshipwith a federal judge. I really wasn’t interested — I just wanted to go home toArkansas.
Then I saw the girlagain, standing at the opposite end of that long room. Finally, she was staringback at me. So I watched her. She closed her book, put it down, and startedwalking toward me. She walked the whole length of the library, came up to me,and said, "Look, if you are going to keep staring at me, we at least oughtto know each other's name. I'm Hillary Rodham, who are you?" I was soimpressed and surprised that, whether you believe it or not, momentarily, I wasspeechless.
Finally, I sort ofblurted out my name and we exchanged a few words, and she went away. Well, Ididn't join the Law Review, but I did leave that library with a whole new goalin mind. A couple days later, I saw her again, wearing a long, white, floweryskirt, and I went up to her and she said she was going to register for classesfor the next term. I said I would go too.
We stood in line andtalked — you had to do that to register back then. I thought I was doing prettywell until we got to the front of the line and the registrar looked up andsaid, "Bill, what are you doing here? You registered this morning."
I turned red and shelaughed that big laugh of hers and I thought, well, heck, since my cover hasbeen blown, I asked her to take a walk down to the art museum. We have beenwalking, and talking, and laughing together ever since.
And we have done it ingood times, through joy and heartbreak. We cried together this morning on thenews that our good friend and a lot of your good friend, Mark Weiner, passedaway early this morning. We built up a lifetime of memories. After the firstmonth and that first walk, I drove her home to Park Ridge, Illinois, to meether family and see the town where she grew up, a perfect example of post-WorldWar II middle-class America. Street after street of nice houses, great schools,good parks, a big public swimming pool. And almost all white.
I really liked herfamily, her crusty, conservative father, her rambunctious brothers, allextolling the virtue of rooting for the bears and the cubs. And for the peopleof Illinois here, they even told me what waiting for next year meant — could benext year, guys.
Now, her mother wasdifferent. She was more liberal than the boys. She had a childhood that mademine look like a piece of cake. She was easy to underestimate with her softmanner and she reminded me all over again of the truth of that old saying thatyou should never judge a book by its cover. Knowing her was one of the greatestgifts Hillary ever gave me.
I learned that Hillarygot her introduction to social justice through her Methodist youth minister,Don Jones. He took her downtown to Chicago to hear Martin Luther King Jr. speakand he remained her friend for the rest of his life. This will be the onlycampaign of hers he ever missed.
When she got tocollege, her opposition to the Vietnam War compelled her to change parties andbecome a Democrat. And then between college and law school, on a total lark,she went alone to Alaska and spent time sliming fish.
More to the point, bythe time I met her she had already been involved in the law school's legalservices project and she had been influenced by Marian Wright Edelman. She tooka summer internship interviewing workers in migrant camps for Sen. WalterMondale’s subcommittee. She had also begun working in the Yale New Havenhospital to develop procedures to handle suspected child abuse cases.
She got so involved inchildren's issues that she actually took an extra year in law school working atthe child studies center to learn what more could be done to improve the livesand futures of poor children. She was already determined to figure out how tomake things better.
Hillary opened my eyesto a whole new world of public service by private citizens. In the summer of1972, she went to Dothan, Alabama, to visit one of those segregated academiesthat enrolled over a half a million white kids in the South. The only way theeconomics worked was if they claimed federal tax exemptions to which they werenot legally entitled. She got sent to prove they weren't.
So she sauntered intoone of these academies all by herself, pretending to be a housewife that justmoved to town and needed to find a school for her son. And they exchangepleasantries and finally, she said, "Look, let's get to the bottom line.If I enroll my son in this school, will he be in a segregated school? Yes orno?" And the guy said "Absolutely." She had him. I’ve seen it athousand times since.
And she went back andher encounter was part of a report that gave Marian Wright Edelman the forcethey needed to keep working to get the Nixon administration to take those taxexemptions away and give our kids access to an equal education.
Then she went down toSouth Texas, where she met one of the nicest fellows I ever met, the wonderfulunion leader Franklin Garcia, and he helped her register Mexican-Americanvoters. I think some of them are still around to vote for her in 2016. Andthen, in our last year in law school, Hillary kept up this work. She went toSouth Carolina to see why so many young African-American boys — I mean, youngteenagers — were being jailed for years with adults in men's prisons. She fileda report on that, which led to some changes too. Always making things better.
Meanwhile, let's getback to business. I was trying to convince her to marry me. I first proposed toher on a trip to Great Britain, the first time she'd ever been overseas. Wewere on the shoreline of this wonderful lake, Lake Ennerdale. I asked her tomarry me and she said, "I can't do it."
So in 1974, I wenthome to teach in law school and Hillary moved to Massachusetts to keep workingon children's issues. This time, trying to figure out why so many kids countedin the census weren't enrolled in school.
She found one of themsitting alone on her porch in a wheelchair. Once more, she filed a report aboutthese kids and that helped influence ultimately the Congress to adopt theproposition that children with disabilities, physical or otherwise, should haveequal access to public education. You saw the result of that last night whenAnastasia Somoza talked. She never made fun of people with disabilities. Shetried to empower them based on their abilities.
Meanwhile, I was stilltrying to get her to marry me. The second time I asked, I tried a differenttactic. I said, "I really want you to marry me, but you shouldn't doit." She smiled and looked at me like what is this boy up to. She said,"That is not a very good sales pitch." I said, "I know but it'strue." And I meant it. It was true. I said, "I know most of the youngDemocrats our age who want to go into politics, they mean well and they speakwell, but none of them is as good as you are at actually doing things to makepositive changes in people's lives."
So I suggested she gohome to Illinois or move to New York and look for a chance to run for office.She laughed and said, "Are you out of your mind? Nobody would ever votefor me." So I finally got her to come visit me in Arkansas. And when shedid, the people at the law school were so impressed, they offered her ateaching position. And she decided to take a huge chance.
She moved to a strangeplace, more rural and conservative than anywhere she had been. Where she knewgood and well that people were wondering what in the world she was like andwhether they could or should accept her. Didn't take them long to find out whatshe was like.
She loved herteaching. She got frustrated when one of her students said, "What do youexpect, I'm just from Arkansas." She said, "Don’t tell me that.You’re as smart as anybody. You just have to believe in yourself and work forit and set high goals." She believed anyone could make it. She alsostarted the first legal aid clinic in northwest Arkansas, providing legal aidservices to poor people who couldn't pay for them.
One day, I was drivingher to the airport to fly back to Chicago when we passed this little brickhouse that had a for-sale sign on it and she said, "Boy, that's a prettyhouse." It had 1,100 square feet, an attic fan and no air conditioner inhot Arkansas, and a screened-in porch. Hillary commented on what a uniquelydesigned and beautiful house it was.
So I took a bigchance. I bought the house. My mortgage was $175 a month. When she came back, Ipicked her up and said, "You remember that house you like?" I said,"While you were gone, I bought it, and you have to marry me now." Thethird time was the charm. We were married in that little house on October 11,1975. I married my best friend.
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