Twenty-three years ago, I was a newly hired White House photographer, working for Vice President Al Gore, attending a staff welcome party held by first lady Hillary Clinton. She announced at the event that she was changing the rules. Women would be allowed to wear pants.
At first I thought she was joking, but I quickly learned that women had not been allowed to wear pants up to that point.
On Thursday night, I photographed Clinton backstage as she changed another rule about the White House, accepting the Democratic presidential nomination to become the first female to be nominated as a major party candidate in the United States.
I watched as Clinton listened to her daughter Chelsea, who was out on stage, from the holding room. The former Secretary of State appeared tense, but not nervous. She was focused, aware of the weight this speech had on others, and I don’t mean the effect the speech would have on her candidacy, though I’m sure she was aware of that too. I mean that she knew it was an important moment for women in this country.
Backstage, alone, and then in the holding room with her family, staff and friends, Clinton seemed to be a person who, no matter what happens the next few months, and on this night at least, had already won the race of a lifetime.
