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Resume: From Ohio, God brought me out of my old life to South Carolina, to Bible College and my life renewed and my life renewed to live with a purpose for God's glory.

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Okudah will fill a position of immediate need, as Darius Slay will likely leave the Lions in the offseason. There’s some chatter about the Lions taking a QB here, but both GM Bob Quinn and HC Matt Patricia are facing questions about their future with the team after two disappointing seasons. Okudah is a win-now selection that will help Detroit compete in a tough NFC North. 4. NYG –– Tristan Wirfs, OT (Iowa) Wirfs is a player that SCREAMS Gettleman. His positional flexibility, his high school wrestling title, and his collegiate career in the (inferior) corn state of Iowa, all fit the “hog mollies” mold that Gettleman so craves on both sides of the football. The Giants get their right tackle and continue to build a wall in front of Eli Jr. Daniel Jones. 5. MIA –– Tua Tagovailoa, QB (Alabama) Good news! Recent reports show that Tua’s hip injury is healing nicely, and his camp hopes for more positive medical reports before the draft. Miami isn’t competing for a title next year, so rather than being ground to bone meal behind Miami’s offensive line (more on this later), Tua would likely have the luxury of sitting for most (if not all) of the season and rehabbing his hip. 6. LAC –– Isaiah Simmons, ILB (Clemson) The Chargers are a tricky team to parse at this point in the offseason. Earlier this week, the team parted ways with longtime quarterback Philip Rivers, putting them squarely in the running for a new signal caller. However, the team has number of holes that need to be filled, and while it’s easy to see them picking a quarterback or investing in some –– any –– offensive line help, the idea of Simmons and Derwin James terrorizing the middle of the field is too nasty to pass on here. 7. CAR –– Derrick Brown, DT (Auburn) Like the Chargers, the Panthers have left some wondering about the future of their quarterback position. Cam Newton spent most of the 2019 campaign injured, leaving Kyle Allen to either hand the ball to Christian McCaffrey or throw a dump off to Christian McCaffrey. By all indications, Owner Dave Tepper has given new HC Matt Rhule and OC Joe Brady a fairly long leash, so there’s no reason to not see what Newton has left in the tank. Brown is a mauler on the defensive line who racked up 55 tackles and 4 sacks for the Tigers last season. 8. AZ –– AJ Epenesa, EDGE (Iowa) The Cardinals... need help. Everywhere. It’s true that the defense recorded 40 sacks last season, but as always, there is room for improvement. In a tough NFC West, quality pass rushers are a must have. Epenesa brings a fierce presence to the defensive line and, as a bonus, will draw attention away from stud pass rusher Chandler Jones. 9. JAX –– CeeDee Lamb, WR (Oklahoma) Jacksonville is facing that old football problem of “If you have two quarterbacks, you have none. ” Will the phallic Philly father figure Nick Foles be under center next season, or will it be the hot shot youngster and Wazzu legend Gardner Minshew? Either way, Jacksonville’s offense could use some juice, and Lamb will leave both quarterbacks licking their chops. (I’m not sorry. ) 10. CLE –– Andrew Thomas, OT (Georgia) Despite the recent hype behind tackles like Mekhi Becton and Jedrick Wills, I still think Andrew Thomas is the best of the bunch, Wirfs at #4 notwithstanding. Cleveland’s offense struggled last year, due in large part to the offensive line (and also to Freddie Kitchens’ inability to find his way out of any empty room. ) Thomas is the most pro-ready tackle in this draft and can easily replace Greg Robinson at left tackle. 11. NYJ –– Jedrick Wills, OT (Alabama) Sorry, Jets! You missed out on the Thomas sweepstakes. Not to worry, however, as Jedrick Wills is a powerful lineman who can make a difference for Gang Green from the get go. Wills is likely capable of holding down either tackle spot: either replacing Kelvin Beachum on the left or something called a Brandon Shell on the right. 12. LVR –– Jerry Jeudy, WR (Alabama) The Raiders finally get the receiver they’ve been missing since trading Amari Cooper to Dallas during the 2018 season. Of course, it’s not their fault Antonio Brown gave himself frostbite and tried to throttle Mike Mayock, but that’s besides the point. With incredible ball skills and the ability to stop and juke the corner he burned ten yards back, Jeudy is considered by some to be the best receiver in this class and gives the Raiders an elite receiver to harken in a new era in the desert. 13. IND –– Justin Herbert, QB (Oregon) The Colts signed backup Jacoby Brissett to a two year extension last year after Andrew Luck’s sudden retirement two weeks before the start of the season. Brissett is by no means a bad quarterback, and frankly did as well as anyone could expect given those circumstances. However, he will be a free agent in 2021, and I doubt the Colts are looking to turn to Brian Hoyer again if Brissett should miss any time next season. With the 13th pick, Justin Herbert finds a new home with Indianapolis, and the Colts get a promising rookie that can develop behind Brissett. Should Herbert wind up as the Colts starter, he could do a lot worse than a team with a solid offensive line and a defense that can keep games close. 14. TB –– Mekhi Becton, OT (Louisville) Tampa Bay is another team with some real questions at quarterback. Is Bruce Arians going to keep Jameis around for another year? Is this the team Philip Rivers moved to Florida for? Will the Bucs spring for a Justin Herbert or a Jacob Eason and start anew? Regardless of who’s under center, the Bucs could stand to improve an offensive line that gave up 47 sacks in 2019. Becton is an athletic tackle that is shooting up draft boards, and while he is a bit raw, he has tremendous potential and a bright future protecting Jameis as his Lasik-adjusted eyes help him figure out which team he’s throwing to. 15. DEN –– Javon Kinlaw, DT (South Carolina) At last, we come to my boys in Orange & Blue. Denver is in a bit of a no man’s land as far as draft positioning, so much so that I’m kind of resigned to the idea that there really isn’t anyone I’d be upset about Denver drafting. Unless they took, like, JK Dobbins. That would be weird! Anyways, Denver is probably losing one (or both! ) of Derek Wolfe and Shelby Harris this offseason, creating a liability on the defensive line. Enter Javon Kinlaw, who is a goddamn man among boys and would give Vic Fangio’s defense the Akiem Hicks-esque piece it was missing last season. 16. ATL –– K’Lavon Chaisson, EDGE (LSU) Like so many of his teammates, Chaisson declared for the NFL Draft after helping LSU win the College Football Playoff. Chaisson is a bit raw as far as pass rushers go, but he’s got an incredible motor and kinda just plays like hell on wheels. Also, I think Atlanta would collectively storm the Dimitroff residence if the team took anything but an edge rusher here. Atlanta gets a talented defensive piece to help them get a leg up in what could be a wide open NFC South. 17. DAL –– Kristian Fulton, CB (LSU) Fulton gets to scoot one state over and live in the nightmares of quarterbacks facing the Cowboys. This is a pick that just kinda makes sense, as the Cowboys aren’t likely to re-sign Byron Jones this offseason. Fulton is my second cornerback behind Okudah and fills an immediate need in the secondary. 18. MIA (via PIT) –– Yetur Gross-Matos, EDGE (Penn State) With their second pick in the first round, the Dolphins address the defensive side of the ball. Gross-Matos is a disruptive pass rusher who can play all three downs and make an immediate impact for a barren Dolphins front seven. 19. LVR (via CHI) –– Kenneth Murray, ILB (Oklahoma) The Raiders get their thumper in the middle with their second pick. Murray was a stalwart on an Oklahoma defense that, for a long time, felt like it was being carried by him. Murray joins a shallow Raiders linebacking corps that currently consists of players such as Nicholas Morrow(? ) and Vontaze Burfict, who played in exactly four games before attempting to behead Jack Doyle and being suspended for the rest of the season. Anyways, I have mocked Jeudy and Murray both to the Raiders now, and that makes me sick. Fun! 20. JAX (via LAR) –– CJ Henderson, CB (Florida) Much like the Raiders, Jacksonville uses their second pick on a defensive player after picking a star receiver early on. After shipping Jalen Ramsey to the Rams, the Jags had a pretty glaring hole in the secondary, although players like Tre Herndon stepped up and made the absence a bit more tolerable. CJ Henderson is a skilled corner from just down the road that would likely come in and start in the Jags defensive backfield. 21. PHI –– Henry Ruggs III, WR (Alabama) As much as the Eagles need secondary help, I think I’ve seen more people crowing for Ruggs at this spot than anything else. And why not? Philly has an obvious need at the wide receiver position. Desean Jackson played in three games last season. The team spent a second round pick on JJ Arcega-Whiteside, who caught ten (10) passes last season. Alshon Jeffrey remains dead. Ruggs is a fast receiver with great hands and will also be able to contribute as a blocker in the run game. He is the answer to the prayers of Philadelphians everywhere, and he will almost certainly be catching balls from Mecha-McCown by week 10. 22. BUF –– Tee Higgins, WR (Clemson) It was tempting to give Buffalo an edge rusher here, but the need for a big bodied receiver is equally pressing for Josh Allen’s offense. Higgins had 1, 137 yards and 13 touchdowns on 59 catches for the Clemson Tigers last season. As much as we all love watching Allen yeet the ball downfield to noted giants John Brown and Cole Beasley, adding the 6’4” Higgins to the mix would be a boon to Buffalo’s passing game. 23. NE –– Neville Gallimore, DT (Oklahoma) I was unsure what to do with the Patriots here. Sure, I could have given them a wide receiver, but it’s the Patriots. They’ll sign, like, Emmanuel Sanders in the offseason and he’ll have a million yards if he doesn’t retire during training camp. Tight end is a need too, but I just don’t love any of this year’s crop to put them in the first round. So tough shit, Pats. You get one of the meanest defensive tackles to come replace Danny Shelton and wreck opposing offenses once again. 24. NO –– Laviska Shenault, Jr., WR (Colorado) I am of the mind that Drew Brees will be back for another season, so rather than give Sean Payton a shiny new Jordan Love to play with, the Saints get a Swiss army knife in Shenault. An explosive player and threat to make a huge gain whenever the ball is in his hands, Shenault would give a new dimension to a Saints offense that saw Michael Thomas catch 149 passes, because Tre’Quan Smith and Ted Ginn, Jr. weren’t cutting it. Who knew! 25. MIN –– Trevon Diggs, CB (Alabama) Who would have though years of the “Vikes taking a first round DB” meme would end up being a good idea? That’s the reality facing Minnesota this offseason. Trae Waynes is probably gone, as is Mackensie Alexander. Xavier Rhodes is a husk of his former self. This leaves recent draft picks Holton Hill and Mike Hughes atop the pecking order for the Vikings. Diggs gives the Vikings not only another Diggs, but a talented defensive piece at a position that sorely needs the help. 26. MIA (via HOU) –– Josh Jones, OT (Houston) Hoping to start building an NFL-quality line, Miami gets the best tackle remaining at this point in the draft. Josh Jones made an impression at the Senior Bowl recently, and would give the Dolphins a solid bookend to Julien Davenport. 27. SEA –– Terrell Lewis, EDGE (Alabama) With most of the top-shelf WRs off the board, Seattle gets a new toy in their front seven. Terrell Lewis had six sacks last season for the Crimson Tide and would give the Seahawks another pass rusher to pair with Jadaveon Clowney, who will presumably be getting extended. 28. BAL –– Julian Okwara, EDGE (Notre Dame) Baltimore snags a pass rusher to help bolster their defensive front, an especially pressing need with Pernell McPhee and Matt Judon hitting free agency. Okwara had four sacks in eight games for the Fighting Irish last season. 29. TEN –– Tyler Biadasz, IOL (Wisconsin) The Titans have other needs, especially on defense, but I’m giving them a big boy from the OL University of Wisconsin to help bolster their offensive line. After a surprising 2019 season that saw the Titans advance to the AFC championship behind Derrick Henry and Ryan Tannehill, Tennessee gets a talented player to help pave the way for their offense in an AFC South that was totally up for grabs at the end of last season. 30. GB –– Patrick Queen, ILB (LSU) The Packers have zero (don’t fact check this) linebackers that should be starting full-time, as Blake Martinez and BJ Goodson are slated to be free agents. Patrick Queen racked up 85 tackles for LSU last season and would have an immediate role in the middle of the field for the Packers’ defense. 31. SF –– Grant Delpit, S (LSU) The first safety is finally off the board as the NFC champs take the fifth LSU Tiger in the first round. Delpit had a bit of a down year after a 2018 campaign that saw him earn 74 tackles, five picks, and five sacks. The biggest knock against Delpit is that he is prone to taking bad angles when it comes to tackling, but under Robert Saleh’s tutelage, Delpit can be an elite safety for the Niners as they look to build on their Super Bowl run. 32. KC –– D’Andre Swift, RB (Georgia) The reigning champs (God I hate saying that) don’t seem to have any holes on the offensive side of the ball. Why, then, draft a running back? The answer is simple: Damien Williams had 1, 231 yards rushing... in his CAREER. Lesean McCoy is a free agent who was fine, for as much as the Chiefs used him, and last season’s rookie Darwin Thompson struggled to earn more touches than an aging McCoy and the guy who couldn’t get a starting job in MIAMI. Yes, having Patrick Mahomes covers a lot of deficiencies, but adding a running back with actual talent to this offense gives the Chiefs yet more firepower as they look to win their second Lombardi since the first moon landing.

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WHAT HAPPENED HILLARY RODHAM CLINTON Showing Up Deep breath. Feel the air fill my lungs. This is the right thing to do. The country needs to see that our democracy still works, no matter how painful this is. Breathe out. Scream later. I’m standing just inside the door at the top of the steps leading down to the inaugural platform, waiting for the announcer to call Bill and me to our seats. I’m imagining that I’m anywhere but here. Bali maybe? Bali would be good. It’s tradition for Bill and me, as a former President and First Lady, to attend the swearing-in of the new President. I had struggled for weeks with whether or not to go. John Lewis wasn’t going. The civil rights hero and Congressman said that the President Elect was not legitimate because of the mounting evidence of Russian interference in the election. Other members of Congress were joining him in boycotting a President Elect they saw as divisive. A lot of my supporters and close friends urged me to stay home, too. My friends understood how painful it would be to sit on the platform and watch Donald Trump sworn in as our next Commander in Chief. I had campaigned relentlessly to make sure that never happened. I was convinced he represented a clear and present danger to the country and the world. Now the worst had happened, and he was going to take the oath of office. Plus, after the mean-spirited campaign Trump ran, there was a decent chance I’d get booed or be met with “Lock her up! ” chants if I went. Still, I felt a responsibility to be there. The peaceful transfer of power is one of our country’s most important traditions. I had touted it around the world as Secretary of State, hoping that more countries would follow our example. If I really believed in it, I had to put my feelings aside and go. Bill and I checked with the Bushes and the Carters to see what they were thinking. George W. and Jimmy had been among the first to call me after the election, which meant a lot to me. George actually called just minutes after I finished my concession speech, and graciously waited on the line while I hugged my team and supporters one last time. When we talked, he suggested we find time to get burgers together. I think that’s Texan for “I feel your pain. ” Both he and Jimmy knew what it felt like to put yourself on the line in front of the whole country, and Jimmy knew the sting of rejection. He and I commiserated over that a bit. (“Jimmy, this is the worst. ” “Yes, Hillary, it is. ”) It was no secret that these former Presidents weren’t fans of Donald Trump. He had been absolutely vicious to George’s brother Jeb in particular. But were they going to the inauguration? Yes. That gave me the push I needed. Bill and I would go. That’s how I ended up right inside the door of the Capitol on January 20, waiting to be announced. It had been such a long journey to get here. Now I just had to take a few more steps. I took Bill’s arm and squeezed it, grateful to have him by my side. I took a deep breath and walked out the door with as big a smile as I could muster. On the platform, we sat next to the Bushes. The four of us had caught up inside a few minutes earlier, trading updates about our daughters and grandchildren. We chatted like it was any other day. George and Laura gave us the latest news about the health of George’s parents, former President George H. W. and Barbara, both of whom had been in the hospital recently but, happily, were now on the mend. As we sat waiting for the President Elect to arrive, my mind wandered back to that incredible day twenty-four years earlier when Bill took the oath of office for the first time. It could not have been easy for George H. and Barbara to watch, but they had been extraordinarily gracious to us. The outgoing President left a letter for Bill in the Oval Office that is one of the most decent and patriotic things I’ve ever read. “Your success now is our country’s success. I am rooting hard for you, ” he wrote. We did our best to show the same graciousness to George W. and Laura eight years later. At this moment, I was trying to summon a similar attitude about the incoming President. As I had said in my concession speech, he deserved an open mind and the chance to lead. I also thought about Al Gore, who in 2001 sat stoically through George W. ’s inauguration despite having won more votes. Five members of the Supreme Court decided that election. That must have been awful to bear. I realized I was inventing a new pastime: imagining the pain of past electoral losses. John Adams, our second Commander in Chief, suffered the indignity of being the first President ever voted out of office, losing to Thomas Jefferson in 1800, but he got a measure of revenge twenty-five years later when his son John Quincy was elected. In 1972, George McGovern lost forty-nine out of fifty states to Richard Nixon—Bill and I worked hard on McGovern’s campaign and have indelible memories of that defeat. And let’s not forget William Howard Taft, whom Teddy Roosevelt had groomed to succeed him. Four years later, in 1912, Teddy decided Taft wasn’t doing a good enough job as President, so he ran as a third-party candidate, split the electorate, and Woodrow Wilson won. That had to hurt. Then Bill touched my elbow, and I snapped back to the present. The Obamas and the Bidens were in front of us. I imagined President Obama riding over in the presidential limo with a man who had risen to prominence partly by lying about Barack’s birthplace and accusing him of not being an American. At some point in the day’s proceedings, Michelle and I shared a rueful look. It said, “Can you believe this? ” Eight years before, on the bitterly cold day when Barack was sworn in, our heads were full of plans and possibilities. Today was just about putting on a game face and getting through it. The President Elect finally arrived. I had known Donald Trump for years, but never imagined he’d be standing on the steps of the Capitol taking the oath of office as President of the United States. He was a fixture of the New York scene when I was a Senator—like a lot of big-shot real estate guys in the city, only more flamboyant and self-promoting. In 2005, he invited us to his wedding to Melania in Palm Beach, Florida. We weren’t friends, so I assumed he wanted as much star power as he could get. Bill happened to be speaking in the area that weekend, so we decided to go. Why not? I thought it would be a fun, gaudy, over-the-top spectacle, and I was right. I attended the ceremony, then met Bill for the reception at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago estate. We had our photo taken with the bride and groom and left. The next year, Trump joined other prominent New Yorkers in a video spoof prepared for the Legislative Correspondents Association dinner in Albany, which is the state version of the more famous White House Correspondents’ Association dinner. The idea was that the wax figure of me at the Madame Tussauds museum in Times Square had been stolen, so I had to stand in and pretend to be a statue while various famous people walked by and said things to me. New York Mayor Mike Bloomberg said I was doing a great job as Senator—then joked about running for President in 2008 as a self-funder. When Trump appeared, he said, “You look really great. Unbelievable. I’ve never seen anything like it. The hair is magnificent. The face is beautiful. You know, I really think you’d make a great President. Nobody could come close. ” The camera pulled back to reveal he wasn’t talking to me after all but to his own wax statue. It was funny at the time. When Trump declared his candidacy for real in 2015, I thought it was another joke, like a lot of people did. By then, he’d remade himself from tabloid scoundrel into right-wing crank, with his long, offensive, quixotic obsession with President Obama’s birth certificate. He’d flirted with politics for decades, but it was hard to take him seriously. He reminded me of one of those old men ranting on about how the country was going to hell in a handbasket unless people started listening to him. It was impossible to ignore Trump—the media gave him free wall-to-wall coverage. I thought it was important to call him out for his bigotry, which I did early and often, starting when he called Mexican immigrants rapists and drug dealers the day he announced his candidacy. But it wasn’t until I saw him dominate a debate with a crowded field of talented Republican candidates—not with brilliant ideas or powerful arguments but with ugly attacks that drew gasps—that I realized he might be for real. Now here he was, with his hand on the Bible, promising to preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States. The joke, it turned out, was on us. It started to rain, and people around us fumbled with the thin plastic ponchos we’d been given. Backstage, I had urged Bill to wear his trench coat. The day was unusually warm, and Bill didn’t think he needed it. Now he was glad he’d worn it—a small wifely victory on a torturous day. As awkward as the ponchos looked, they could have looked worse. I had heard that the first batch of white ponchos that arrived could have looked something like KKK hoods from a certain angle, and a sharp-eyed inaugural organizer quickly replaced them. The new President’s speech was dark and dystopian. I heard it as a howl straight from the white nationalist gut. Its most memorable line was about “American carnage, ” a startling phrase more suited to a slasher film than an inaugural address. Trump painted a picture of a bitter, broken country I didn’t recognize. I knew we still had real challenges, ones I had talked about endlessly on the campaign trail: income inequality and the increasing concentration of corporate power, continuing threats from terrorism and climate change, the rising cost of health care, the need to create more and better jobs in the face of accelerating automation. The American middle class really had gotten screwed. The financial crash of 2008–2009 cost them jobs and ripped away their security. It seemed like no one was ever held accountable. Americans across a broad spectrum felt alienated, from culturally traditional white voters unsettled by the pace of social change, to black men and women who felt as if the country didn’t value their lives, to Dreamers and patriotic Muslim citizens who were made to feel like intruders in their own land. Trump was great at rubbing salt in their wounds. But he was wrong about so much. There had been seventy-five straight months of job growth under President Obama, and incomes for the bottom 80 percent were finally starting to go up. Twenty million more people had health insurance thanks to the Affordable Care Act, the greatest legislative achievement of the outgoing administration. Crime was still at historic lows. Our military remained by far the most powerful in the world. These are knowable, verifiable facts. Trump stood up there in front of the world and said the exact opposite—just as he had throughout the campaign. He didn’t seem to see or value any of the energy and optimism I saw when I traveled around the country. Listening to Trump, it almost felt like there was no such thing as truth anymore. It still feels that way. My predecessor in the Senate, Daniel Patrick Moynihan, used to say, “Everyone is entitled to his own opinion, but not his own facts. ” We can disagree about policies and values, but claiming that 2 + 2 = 5 and having millions of Americans swallow it is very different. When the most powerful person in our country says, “Don’t believe your eyes, don’t believe the experts, don’t believe the numbers, just believe me, ” that rips a big hole in a free democratic society like ours. As Yale history professor Timothy Snyder writes in his book On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century, “To abandon facts is to abandon freedom. If nothing is true, then no one can criticize power, because there is no basis upon which to do so. If nothing is true, then all is spectacle. ” Attempting to define reality is a core feature of authoritarianism. This is what the Soviets did when they erased political dissidents from historical photos. This is what happens in George Orwell’s classic novel Nineteen Eighty-Four, when a torturer holds up four fingers and delivers electric shocks until his prisoner sees five fingers as ordered. The goal is to make you question logic and reason and to sow mistrust toward exactly the people we need to rely on: our leaders, the press, experts who seek to guide public policy based on evidence, ourselves. For Trump, as with so much he does, it’s about simple dominance. This trend didn’t start with Trump. Al Gore wrote a book called The Assault on Reason in 2007. In 2005, Stephen Colbert coined the word “truthiness, ” inspired by how Fox News was turning politics into an evidence free zone of seething resentments. And the Republican politicians whom Fox propelled to power had done their part, too. Republican strategist Karl Rove famously dismissed critics who lived in “the reality-based community”— words intended as a slight—saying they failed to grasp that “we’re an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. ” But Trump has taken the war on truth to a whole new level. If he stood up tomorrow and declared that the Earth is flat, his counselor Kellyanne Conway just might go on Fox News and defend it as an “alternative fact, ” and too many people would believe it. Just look at what happened several weeks into his presidency when Trump falsely accused President Obama of having wiretapped him, a claim that was widely and quickly debunked. A subsequent poll found that 74 percent of Republicans nevertheless thought it was at least somewhat likely to be true. Trump’s inaugural address was aimed squarely at millions of Americans who felt insecure and frustrated, even hopeless, in a changing economy and society. A lot of people were looking for someone to blame. Too many saw the world in zero-sum terms, believing that gains made by fellow Americans they viewed as “other”—people of color, immigrants, women, LGBT people, Muslims—were not earned and must be coming at someone’s expense. The economic pain and dislocation were real, and so was the psychic pain. It made for a toxic, combustible mix. I hadn’t been blind to the power of this anger. During the campaign, Bill and I both went back and reread The True Believer, Eric Hoffer’s 1951 exploration of the psychology behind fanaticism and mass movements, and I shared it with my senior staff. On the campaign trail, I offered ideas that I believed would address many of the underlying causes of discontent and help make life better for all Americans. But I couldn’t—and wouldn’t—compete to stoke people’s rage and resentment. I think that’s dangerous. It helps leaders who want to take advantage of that rage to hurt people rather than help them. Besides, it’s just not how I’m wired. Maybe that’s why Trump was now delivering the inaugural address and I was sitting in the crowd. What would I have said if it were me up there? It would have been daunting to find the words to match the moment. I probably would have gone through a million drafts. My poor speechwriters would have been sprinting only steps ahead of me carrying the thumb drive with the final draft to the teleprompter operator. But I would have relished the chance to move beyond the rancor of the campaign, reach out to all Americans regardless of who they voted for, and offer a vision of national reconciliation, shared opportunity, and inclusive prosperity. It would have been an extraordinary honor to be the first woman to take the oath. I won’t pretend I hadn’t dreamt of that moment—for me, for my mother, for my daughter, her daughter, everyone’s daughters—and for our sons. Instead, the world was listening to the new President’s undimmed fury. I remembered the late Maya Angelou reading one of her poems at Bill’s first inauguration. “Do not be wedded forever to fear, yoked eternally to brutishness, ” she urged us. What would she say if she could hear this speech? Then it was done, and he was our President. “That was some weird shit, ” George W. reportedly said with characteristic Texas bluntness. I couldn’t have agreed more. We headed up the stairs to leave the platform and go back inside the Capitol, shaking hands along the way. I saw a man off to the side who I thought was Reince Priebus, head of the Republican National Committee and incoming White House Chief of Staff. As I passed by, we shook hands and exchanged small talk. Later I realized it hadn’t been Priebus at all. It was Jason Chaffetz, the then–Utah Congressman and wannabe Javert who made endless political hay out of my emails and the 2012 tragedy in Benghazi, Libya. Later, Chaffetz posted a picture of our handshake with the caption “So pleased she is not the President. I thanked her for her service and wished her luck. The investigation continues. ” What a class act! I came this close to tweeting back, “To be honest, thought you were Reince. ” The rest of the day was a blur of greeting old friends and trying to avoid eye contact with those people who’d said terrible things about me during the campaign. I ran into Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, walking slowly but with steely determination. If I had won, she might have enjoyed a nice retirement. Now I hoped she’d stay on the bench as long as humanly possible. At lunch in the Capitol, I sat at our assigned table and commiserated with Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi, the Democratic leader in the House of Representatives, who I think is one of the shrewdest, most effective politicians in Washington. She deserves enormous credit for marshalling the votes for the 2010 Affordable Care Act under nearly impossible circumstances and for standing up for what’s right whether she’s in the majority or the minority. Republicans have demonized her for years because they know she gets things done. Senator John McCain of Arizona came over and gave me a hug. He seemed nearly as distraught as I was. The niece of a top official in the incoming Trump administration came over to introduce herself and whisper in my ear that she had voted for me but was keeping it a secret. Congressman Ryan Zinke, soon to be Trump’s Interior Secretary, brought his wife over to say hello. This was somewhat surprising, considering that in 2014 he had called me the “Antichrist. ” Maybe he’d forgotten, because he didn’t come equipped with any garlic or wooden stakes, or whatever one uses to ward off the Antichrist. But I hadn’t forgotten. “You know, Congressman, ” I said, “I’m not actually the Antichrist. ” He was taken aback and mumbled something about not having meant it. One thing I’ve learned over the years is how easy it is for some people to say horrible things about me when I’m not around, but how hard it is for them to look me in the eye and say it to my face. I talked with Tiffany Trump about her plans to attend law school. I kidded with Republican Senator John Cornyn about how I performed much better than expected in his state of Texas. In the President’s remarks at lunch, when he was away from the glare of his angry supporters, Trump thanked Bill and me for coming. Then, finally, we could leave. Little did I know that the first controversy of the new administration had already begun over the size of the crowd at the inauguration. As is its practice, the U. S. National Park Service quickly published photos to mark the occasion. This time the new President disputed the photographic evidence showing only a modest crowd and demanded that the Park Service go with the lie that the crowds were “huge. ” This flew in the face of what we could all see with our own eyes. I had the same view Trump did up there on the platform. Unlike him, I could compare it to what I had seen at inaugurals since 1993. I understood why he became so defensive. There really was a difference. The episode was silly, but also an early warning: we were in a “brave new world. ” If the inauguration on Friday was the worst of times, Saturday turned out to be the best of times. I decided to stay at home in Chappaqua, New York, rather than attend the Women’s March protesting the new President. It was another tough call. I wanted badly to join the crowds and chant my heart out. But I believed it was important for new voices to take the stage, especially on this day. There are so many exciting young women leaders ready to play bigger roles in our politics. The last thing I wanted was to be a distraction from the genuine outpouring of grassroots energy. If I showed up, nasty politics would unavoidably follow. So I sat on my couch and watched in delight as the networks reported huge crowds in dozens of cities across the United States and around the world. Friends sent me excited reports of packed subway cars and streets overflowing with women and men of all ages. I scrolled through Twitter and sent out gratitude and good vibes. The Women’s March was the biggest single protest in American history. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered in cities like New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago. Thousands also turned out in places like Wyoming and Alaska. In Washington, the march dwarfed the crowd that had gathered to see Trump’s inauguration the day before. And it was completely peaceful. Maybe that’s what happens when you put women in charge. It was a far cry from what happened when women first marched on Washington, the day before Woodrow Wilson’s inauguration in 1913. Thousands of suffragettes trooped down Pennsylvania Avenue demanding the right to vote, including Alice Paul, Helen Keller, and Nellie Bly. Men lined the way, gawking, jeering, and eventually turning into an angry mob. The police did nothing, and scores of marchers were injured. The violence drew the nation’s attention to the suffragette cause. The superintendent of police was fired. Congress held hearings. And seven years later, the Nineteenth Amendment to the Constitution was ratified, granting women the right to vote. Nearly a century later, we’d made a lot of progress, but our new President was a painful reminder of how far we still had to go. That’s why millions of women (and many supportive men) were pouring into the streets. I will confess that the day was bittersweet. For years all over the world, I had seen women driving grassroots movements, assuming power for themselves and their communities, forcing warring armies to the peace table, rewriting the destinies of nations. Were we now seeing the stirrings of something similar in the streets of our own country? It was awe-inspiring, as I said on Twitter at the end of the day. Yet I couldn’t help but ask where those feelings of solidarity, outrage, and passion had been during the election. Since November, more than two dozen women—of all ages, but mostly in their twenties—had approached me in restaurants, theaters, and stores to apologize for not voting or not doing more to help my campaign. I responded with forced smiles and tight nods. On one occasion, an older woman dragged her adult daughter by the arm to come talk to me and ordered her to apologize for not voting—which she did, head bowed in contrition. I wanted to stare right in her eyes and say, “You didn’t vote? How could you not vote?! You abdicated your responsibility as a citizen at the worst possible time! And now you want me to make you feel better? ” Of course, I didn’t say any of that. These people were looking for absolution that I just couldn’t give. We all have to live with the consequences of our decisions. There had been a lot of days since the election when I wasn’t in a very forgiving mood toward anyone, including myself. I was—and still am— worried about our country. Something is wrong. How could sixty-two million people vote for someone they heard on tape bragging about repeated sexual assault? How could he attack women, immigrants, Muslims, Mexican Americans, prisoners of war, and people with disabilities—and, as a businessman, be accused of scamming countless small businesses, contractors, students, and seniors—and still be elected to the most important and powerful job in the world? How can we as a nation allow untold thousands of Americans to be disenfranchised by voter suppression laws? Why did the media decide to present the controversy over my emails as one of the most important political stories since the end of World War II? How did I let that happen? How did we? For all my concerns, though, watching the Women’s March, I couldn’t help but be swept up in the joy of the moment and feel like the unmistakable vitality of American democracy was reasserting itself before our eyes. My Twitter feed filled up with photos of marchers holding funny, poignant, indignant signs: “So Bad, Even Introverts Are Here. ” “Ninety, Nasty, and Not Giving Up! ” “Science Is Not a Liberal Conspiracy. " One adorable little boy had this message around his neck: “I ♥ Naps but I Stay Woke. ” I also saw young girls holding up quotes from my speeches over the years: “Women’s Rights Are Human Rights. ” “I Am Powerful and Valuable. ” On a tough weekend, seeing those words lifted my spirits. The people in the streets were sending a message to me and all of us: “Don’t give up. This country is worth fighting for. ” For the first time since the election, I felt hopeful. Just keep going. No feeling is final. —Rainer Maria Rilke Grit and Gratitude On November 9, it was cold and raining in New York City. Crowds on the sidewalks turned to face my car as we drove past. Some people were crying. Some raised their hands or fists in solidarity. There were little kids held aloft by their parents. This time, seeing them made my heart sink instead of soar. My team had scrambled to find a hall for my concession speech. The soaring Jacob K. Javits Convention Center atrium where we had hoped to hold a victory party wasn’t an option. At 3:30 A. M., after scouting a few locations, our advance staff walked into the lobby of the New Yorker Hotel in Midtown Manhattan, not far from where my family and I were staying. They asked the concierge to call and wake up the manager at home. At 4:30 A. M., they started to prepare one of the hotel’s ballrooms for an event everyone had hoped would never happen. I learned later that the New Yorker was where Muhammad Ali recuperated after losing a bitterly fought fifteen-round heavyweight championship fight to rival Joe Frazier in 1971. “I never wanted to lose, never thought I would, but the thing that matters is how you lose, ” Ali said the following day. “I’m not crying. My friends should not cry. ” If we wrote it in a movie, no one would believe it. That morning, Bill and I both wore purple. It was a nod to bipartisanship (blue plus red equals purple). The night before, I had hoped to thank the country wearing white—the color of the suffragettes—while standing on a stage cut into the shape of the United States under a vast glass ceiling. (We had really gone the distance on the symbolism. ) Instead, the white suit stayed in the garment bag. Out came the gray and purple one I had intended to wear on my first trip to Washington as President Elect. After I finished speaking, I hugged as many people in the ballroom as possible. There were lots of old friends and devoted campaign staffers, many of their faces wet with tears. I was dry-eyed and felt calm and clear. My job was to get through this morning, smile, be strong for everyone, and show America that life went on and our republic would endure. A life spent in the public eye has given me lots of practice at that. I wear my composure like a suit of armor, for better or worse. In some ways, it felt like I had been training for this latest feat of self-control for decades. Still, every time I hugged another sobbing friend—or one stoically blinking back tears, which was almost worse—I had to fight back a wave of sadness that threatened to swallow me whole. At every step, I felt that I had let everyone down. Because I had. Bill, Chelsea, and her husband, Marc, were by my side, as they had been throughout. So were Tim Kaine and his wife, Anne Holton, who were extraordinarily kind and strong under these wrenching circumstances. I chose Tim for my running mate out of a superb field of candidates because he had executive experience, a stellar record as mayor, governor, and senator, a well deserved reputation for decency and good judgment, and he was fluent in Spanish from his time as a missionary. He would have been an effective partner and truth teller as my vice president. Also, I liked him a lot. After delivering hugs and smiling so long and hard that my face ached, I asked my senior team to go back to our headquarters in Brooklyn and make sure everyone was okay. One final wave to the crowd, a final thank-you to Tim and Anne, a quick hug and kiss for Chelsea and Marc—who both knew everything I felt without me having to say a word—and Bill and I got into the backseat of a Secret Service van and were driven away. I could finally let my smile drain away. We were mostly quiet. Every few minutes, Bill would repeat what he had been saying all morning: “I’m so proud of you. ” To that he now added, “That was a great speech. History will remember it. ” I loved him for saying it, but I didn’t have much to say in return. I felt completely and totally depleted. And I knew things would feel worse before they started feeling better. It takes about an hour to drive from Manhattan to our home in Chappaqua. We live at the end of a quiet street full of trees, and whatever stress I’m feeling usually vanishes whenever I turn up the cul-de-sac. I absolutely love our old house and am always happy to be home. It’s cozy, colorful, full of art, and every surface is covered with photos of the people I love best in the world. That day, the sight of our front gate was pure relief to me. All I wanted to do was get inside, change into comfy clothes, and maybe not answer the phone ever again. I’ll confess that I don’t remember much about the rest of that day. I put on yoga pants and a fleece almost immediately. Our two sweet dogs followed me from room to room, and at one point, I took them outside and just breathed the cold, rainy air. Every once in a while, I’d turn on the news but then turn it off almost immediately. The question blaring in my head was, “How did this happen? ” Fortunately, I had the good sense to realize that diving into a campaign postmortem right then would be about the worst thing I could do to myself. Losing is hard for everyone, but losing a race you thought you would win is devastating. I remember when Bill lost his reelection as Governor of Arkansas in 1980. He was so distraught at the outcome that I had to go to the hotel where the election night party was held to speak to his supporters on his behalf. For a good while afterward, he was so depressed that he practically couldn’t get off the floor. That’s not me. I keep going. I also stew and ruminate. I run through the tape over and over, identifying every mistake — especially those made by me. When I feel wronged, I get mad, and then I think about how to fight back. On that first day, I just felt tired and empty. The reckoning was still to come. At some point, we ate dinner. We FaceTimed with our grandchildren, two-year-old Charlotte and her baby brother, Aidan, born in June 2016. I was reassured to see their mom. I knew Chelsea was hurting for me, which in turn hurt to think about, but those kids are an instant mood boost for all of us. We quietly drank them in, that day and every day after. Perhaps most importantly, after sleeping hardly at all the night before, I climbed into our bed midday for a nice, long nap. I also went to bed early that night and slept in the next morning. I could finally do that. I avoided the phone and email that first day. I suspected, correctly, that I was receiving a virtual avalanche of messages, and I couldn’t quite handle it— couldn’t handle everyone’s kindness and sorrow, their bewilderment and their theories for where and why we had fallen short. Eventually, I’d dive in. But for now, Bill and I kept the rest of the world out. I was grateful for the one-billionth time that I had a husband who was good company not just in happy times but sad ones as well. I doubt that many people reading this will ever lose a presidential election. (Although maybe some have: hi Al, hi John, hi Mitt, hope you’re well. ) But we all face loss at some point. We all face profound disappointment. Here’s what helped me during one of the lowest points in my life. Maybe it’ll help you too. After that first day of laying low, I started reaching out to people. I answered a ton of emails; I returned phone calls. It hurt. There’s a reason people isolate themselves when they’re suffering. It can be painful to talk about it, painful to hear the concern in our friends’ voices. Plus, in my case, we were all suffering. Everyone was so upset—for me, for themselves, for America. Often, I ended up doing the comforting rather than being comforted. Still, it was good to connect. I knew isolation wasn’t healthy and that I’d need my friends now more than ever. I knew that putting off those conversations would only make them harder to have later on. And I badly wanted to thank everyone who had helped my campaign and make sure they were holding up okay under these circumstances. What helped most was when someone said, “This has made me even more committed to the fight. ” “I’m stepping up my donations. ” “I’ve already started volunteering. ” “I’m posting more on Facebook; I won’t stay quiet anymore. ” And best of all: “I’m thinking about running for office myself. ” A young woman named Hannah, one of my field organizers in Wisconsin, sent me this note a few days after my loss: The past two days have been very difficult. But when I think about how I felt on Tuesday morning, when I cried for an hour because I thought we were about to elect our first woman President, I know we cannot give up. Even though these last days have been a different kind of crying, your poise and grace have inspired me to stay strong. I do know that even though we have all been knocked down by this, we will rise. And through the next few years, we will be stronger together and keep fighting for what is right. From one nasty woman to another, thank you. Since I spent a lot of time worrying that my loss would permanently discourage the young people who worked for my campaign, learning that my defeat hadn’t defeated them was a huge relief. It also roused me. If they could keep going, so could I. And maybe if I showed that I wasn’t giving up, other people would take heart and keep fighting, too. It was especially important to me that all the people who worked on my campaign knew how grateful and proud I was of them. They’d sacrificed a lot over the past two years, in some cases putting personal lives on hold, moving across the country, and working long hours for not that much money. They never stopped believing in me, each other, and the vision of the country we were working so hard to advance. Now many of them didn’t know where their next paycheck would come from. I did two things right away. First, I decided to write and sign letters to all 4, 400 members of my campaign staff. Thankfully, Rob Russo, who has been managing my correspondence for years, agreed to oversee the whole project. I also made sure we were able to pay everyone through November 22 and provide health insurance through the end of the year. On the Friday after the election, we threw a party at a Brooklyn hotel near our headquarters. Under the circumstances, it was surprisingly great. There was a fantastic band—some of the same musicians who played at Chelsea and Marc’s wedding in 2010—and the dance floor was packed. It felt a little like an Irish wake: celebration amid the sadness. Let it never be said that the Hillary for America staff didn’t stick together when it counted. To help matters, there was an open bar. After everyone worked up a sweat, I took the microphone to say thank you. Everyone screamed “Thank you! ” right back at me. Really, I couldn’t have asked for a more good-natured, hardworking team. I told them how important it was that they not let this defeat discourage them from public service or from throwing themselves into future campaigns with as much heart and commitment as they had given to mine. I reminded them about the losing campaigns I’d worked on in my twenties, including Gene McCarthy in the 1968 Democratic primaries and George McGovern in 1972—and the beatings Democrats took until everything changed in ’92. We had stuck it out. I was counting on them to keep going too. I also said that I had brought a small gift for them. A women’s advocacy group called UltraViolet had sent 1, 200 red roses to my house earlier that day, and I had them packed up and brought them to the party. They lay in heaps near the exits. “Please take a few as you head home tonight, ” I told everyone. “Think about the hope they represent and the love and gratitude that so many people around the country feel for all of you. ” It was an echo of an earlier moment. My team had spent Wednesday and Thursday packing up our campaign offices in Brooklyn, fueled by pizzas sent by well-wishers from all over the country. Our neighbors in the building had taped signs on the elevator doors that read, “Thank You for What You Did. ” As staffers carried their last boxes out of headquarters, they were greeted by a crowd of children and their parents. The kids had covered the sidewalk in chalk messages: “Girl Power! ” “Stronger Together! ” “Love Trumps Hate! ” “Please Don’t Give Up! ” When bedraggled members of our team filed out for the last time, the children handed them flowers. One last act of kindness from a borough that had been good to us again and again. Over the next few weeks, I dropped any pretense of good cheer. I was so upset and worried for the country. I knew the proper and respectable thing to do was to keep quiet and take it all with grace, but inside I was fuming. The commentator Peter Daou, who worked on my 2008 campaign, captured my feelings when he tweeted, “If Trump had won by 3 million votes, lost electoral college by 80K, and Russia had hacked RNC, Republicans would have shut down America. ” Nonetheless, I didn’t go public with my feelings. I let them out in private. When I heard that Donald Trump settled a fraud suit against his Trump University for $25 million, I yelled at the television. When I read the news that he filled his team with Wall Street bankers after relentlessly accusing me of being their stooge, I nearly threw the remote control at the wall. 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Hey everyone, here is my post combine mock draft for the Jaguars and 10 picks! For those not familiar with my first mock, you can view that HERE. My original 2. 0 draft got ripped to bits immediately so I hope you guys like this remodeled one. My final mock will come after free agency, where hopefully Caldwell fills some needs so we can go after more value in the draft. (P. S. Each player name is a link to their highlight tape or an interview, enjoy! R1 (pick 9): OT Andrew Thomas, Georgia Cam Robinson just isn’t the answer at the tackle position (maybe guard, who knows? ). A tackle needs to be taken in the first round no question. Thomas is a great pick here as he not only has an elite level of strength, but he also shows terrific agility and down to down consistency in his technique. I think he has a lot more value than Derrick Brown at number 9 and will provide a major boost in protection to protect Minshew and company. If Simmons or Okudah drops to number 9 I would rather have them, but give me Thomas here. Honorable mentions: Jeffrey Okudah, Isaiah Simmons, Derrick Brown, CeeDee Lamb R1 (pick 20): CB C. J. Henderson, Florida Cornerback is an obvious need after trading away both Ramsey and Bouye within the past year. Herndon did great in his role, but he is by no means an outside corner at the NFL level, and the Jags need to rebuild what was once our strongest asset. However, Okudah is projected to go top 5 and taking Fulton at 9 is too early, so CJ fits the bill for our pick at #20. I previously mocked Ruggs here, but after the combine, I doubt he drops past #15, and corner is more of a need anyways. Henderson has uber athleticism and has unteachable traits that you would want for a man corner. With Diggs and McKinney projected to fall here as well, defensive backs have the most value at the back end of the first round compared to DT and LB, so give me one of these impact players here. Honorable mentions: Trevon Diggs, Xavier McKinney, Denzel Mims R2 (pick 42): DI Jordan Elliott, Missouri “I get why Elliott's name isn't mentioned in the same breath as guys like Derrick Brown and Javon Kinlaw in this draft class. Tools matter and those two have elite ones. That being said, it's not like Elliott is some slouch out there. He's got a plus blend of quicks and power himself in an ideal versatile defensive tackle body type. You don't always have to be a freak to be a quality starter. Above-average overall athleticism will do the trick as well. With on-field production that's difficult to ignore, if Elliott falls to day two, he'll be one of the steals of the draft” (Mike Renner, PFF). I could not have said it better myself. Grab this guy day two and plug the big hole in the sinking ship that is our run defense. Honorable mentions: Ashtyn Davis, Tyler Johnson, Cameron Dantzler, Patrick Queen R3 (Pick 73): WR Justin Jefferson, LSU Okay, it’s finally time to address the offense again. And what better way to do it than grab another LSU receiver that will instantly click with the wide receiver room. I’ve seen projections of him going round two, but there are simply too many receivers in this draft, and one is bound to fall to us with this pick. For those who don’t remember, this guy caught 4 touchdowns against Oklahoma in the college football playoff, and he just has a swagger that this offense will love to see. Honorable mentions: Akeem Davis-Gaither, Darnay Holmes, John Hightower R4 (Pick 116): LB Willie Gay Jr., Mississippi State This dude has insanely good coverage skills as a linebacker, which is something that is becoming more and more important in the NFL as it becomes a pass-heavy league. He’s also one of the fastest linebackers in college football and put on a show at the combine. 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Honorable mentions: Jordyn Brooks R5 (Pick 166): S Julian Blackmon, Utah A former corner turned safety, Blackmon has a lot of athleticism and has ball hawk potential that could really be useful in creating some competition in the safety group. He has terrific range and can break up deep plays, so why not target a medium need late in the draft? Honorable mentions: Antonio Gandy-Golden, Prince Tega Wanogho, Collin Johnson R6 (Pick 189): RB Xavier Jones, SMU I for one think we should not extend Fournette, as extending any running back for more than $10 million a year is a bad idea. When this happens, we’ll need a new guy to take the reins, and I don’t think Armstead is an every-down back. Jones has a lot of value and upside late in this draft and can do a great job if we can turn around this O-line FIRST. 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