“Elizabeth is a rock-thrower,” says a close advisor, who insists on being nameless as do all on Warren’s team. The senator even keeps a bowl of rocks on her desk. When an advisor offered to send more rocks from a New Year’s gathering of mostly liberal political junkies, Warren responded, “Don’t bother, I have plenty.”
Warren, people tell me, has little regard for Hillary. In 1998, the then-Harvard law professor met with the former First Lady and gained her agreement to help fight for working families against “that awful (bankruptcy) bill,” as Clinton called it.
But Bill Clinton was not ready to pick a fight with the banks. As a presidential candidate-in-waiting, Hillary has shown her conflicted stance, as one who talks tough on redressing the erosion of middle-class wages while she gladly accepts huge speaking fees to sweet-talk Wall Street titans.
Warren is nothing if not impassioned. As she admits in her memoir, “A Fighting Chance,” she wasn’t born with a lot of talents. She wasn’t especially pretty, didn’t have the highest grades, didn’t play a sport or sing. Her one talent was she could fight: “not with my fists, but with my words.”
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