The Kids at the Center of the Nastiest Campaign in Memory
My heart breaks for you.
Jill Biden had just finished her remarks when one of the dozens of donors packed inside a San Francisco townhouse spoke up. When I think about the attacks that President Trump has leveled against your family, the man said, “my heart breaks for you.” It was a few days after her husband’s sweeping victory in South Carolina and the day before the Super Tuesday contests that would vault him back atop the Democratic primary field. A general-election matchup between Donald Trump and Joe Biden suddenly seemed like a very real prospect.
Standing in the living room, with people crowded in front of her and on a balcony above, Jill Biden paused for a moment and then answered in a steady, even tone. When you’ve lost a child, she said, there is nothing worse. Nothing Trump says—nothing—could outstrip the pain her family
