From WaPo
Former Democratic National Committee head Donna Brazile writes in a new book that she seriously contemplated replacing Hillary Clinton as the party's 2016 presidential nominee with then-Vice President Biden in the aftermath of Clinton's fainting spell, in part because Clinton's campaign was "anemic" and had taken on "the odor of failure."
In an explosive new memoir, Brazile details widespread dysfunction and dissension throughout the Democratic Party, including secret deliberations over using her powers as interim DNC chair to initiate the removal of Clinton and running mate Sen. Tim Kaine (Va.) from the ticket after Clinton's Sept. 11, 2016, collapse in New York City.
Brazile writes that she considered a dozen combinations to replace the nominees and settled on Biden and Sen. Cory Booker (N.J.), the duo she felt most certain would win over enough working-class voters to defeat Republican Donald Trump. But then, she writes, "I thought of Hillary, and all the women in the country who were so proud of and excited about her. I could not do this to them."
Brazile alleges that Clinton's top aides routinely disrespected her and put the DNC on a "starvation diet," depriving it of funding for voter turnout operations.
As one of her party's most prominent black strategists, Brazile also recounts fiery disagreements with Clinton's staffers — including a conference call in which she told three senior campaign officials, Charlie Baker, Marlon Marshall and Dennis Cheng, that she was being treated like a slave.
"I'm not Patsey the slave," Brazile recalls telling them, a reference to the character played by Lupita Nyong'o in the film, "12 Years a Slave." "Y'all keep whipping me and whipping me and you never give me any money or any way to do my damn job. I am not going to be your whipping girl!"
Brazile describes her mounting anxiety about Russia's theft of emails and other data from DNC servers, the slow process of discovering the full extent of the cyberattacks and the personal fallout. She likens the feeling to having rats in your basement: "You take measures to get rid of them, but knowing they are there, or have been there, means you never feel truly at peace."
Brazile writes that she was haunted by the still-unsolved murder of DNC data staffer Seth Rich and feared for her own life, shutting the blinds to her office window so snipers could not see her and installing surveillance cameras at her home. She wonders whether Russians had placed a listening device in plants in the DNC executive suite.
Brazile writes that she inherited a national party in disarray, in part because President Obama, Clinton and Wasserman Schultz were "three titanic egos" who had "stripped the party to a shell for their own purposes."
Brazile writes that she inherited Wasserman Schultz's office — with "tropical pink" walls that she found hard on the eyes — and "ridiculous" perks, such as a Chevrolet Tahoe with driver and a personal entourage that included an assistant known as a body woman.
In her first few days on the job, Brazile writes that she also discovered the DNC was $2 million in debt and that the payroll was stacked with "hangers-on and sycophants." For instance, Wasserman Schultz kept two consulting firms — SKDKnickerbocker and Precision Strategies — each on $25,000-a-month retainers, and one of Obama's pollsters was still being paid $180,000 a year.
Brazile also details how Clinton effectively took control of the DNC in August 2015, before the primaries began, with a joint fundraising agreement between the party and the Clinton campaign.
She said the deal gave Clinton control over the DNC's finances, strategy and staff decisions — disadvantaging other candidates, including Sanders. "This was not a criminal act, but as I saw it, it compromised the party's integrity," she writes.
An excerpt of this chapter — titled "Bernie, I Found the Cancer" — was published Thursday in Politico, sparking discord and recriminations through the party.
As she traveled the country, Brazile writes, she detected an alarming lack of enthusiasm for Clinton. On black radio stations, few people defended the nominee. In Hispanic neighborhoods, the only Clinton signs she saw were at the campaign field offices.
But at headquarters in New York, the mood was one of "self-satisfaction and inevitability," and Brazile's early reports of trouble were dismissed with "a condescending tone."
Brazile describes the 10th floor of Clinton's Brooklyn headquarters, where senior staff worked: "Calm and antiseptic, like a hospital. It had that techno-hush, as if someone had died. I felt like I should whisper. Everybody's fingers were on their keyboards, and no one was looking at anyone else. You half-expected to see someone in a lab coat walk by."
