The Truth About Hillary by Edward Klein

was falling apart emotionally. She would not let me go.
    She came close to my face.
    “ ‘Everything you do for Bill,’ she said, looking me stern in the eye. ‘Everything.’
    “I extracted my hand from hers. And in that instant, I knew that she knew. I never thought for a moment there was any possi- bility that she didn’t know that her husband had raped me.” 17

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    A Night to Remember

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    t was nearly one o’clock in the morning in June of 1979, and a group of boisterous vacationers were drinking and playing skittles, or nine pins, in the pub of the Hori- zons hotel in Bermuda. Among the collection of thirtysome- things was a couple from Arkansas—Hillary Rodham and her
    husband, Governor Bill Clinton.
    As the hour grew late, the wives retired to their rooms, leav- ing their husbands, who had met for the first time this night, to demolish what was left of a case of beer.
    After a few more beers, Bill Clinton—who normally was not a heavy drinker, and was clearly feeling no pain—made an announcement.
    “I’m going back to my cottage to rape my wife,” he said. 1 His new friends laughed at his drunken boast, and bid him
    good night.
    “The next morning, my phone rings at about eighty-thirty, and it is Bill inviting me and my wife for breakfast,” recalled one of the men from the night before, an investment banker from

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    New York. “When we get there, the place looks like World War III. There are pillows and busted-up furniture all over the place. Obviously, Hillary’s got pissed off at Bill, and threw a few things across the room. I guess that’s the price he paid for going back to his room and taking the initiative and demanding sex.
    “The irony of it is, about two months later the phone rings in my office in Wall Street. It’s Clinton, calling from the gover- nor’s mansion in Little Rock. I’ve heard he’s been hitting up Wall Street a lot. Investment bankers are always targets for gov- ernors looking for a contribution or two.
    “Anyway, we talk for a while, and then he says, ‘By the way, Hillary hasn’t been feeling well recently. She went to the doctor, and the doctor called a press conference, and lo and behold, I’m holding the Arkansas Gazette reading that my wife is pregnant.’
    “That’s the way he learns that Hillary is pregnant with Chelsea—in the newspaper.
    “But the fact that his wife didn’t tell him that she was preg- nant before she told a reporter doesn’t seem to faze him one bit, because he says, ‘Do you know what night that happened?’
    “ ‘No,’ I say. ‘When?’
    “ ‘It was in Bermuda,’ he says. ‘And you were there!’ ” 2

    At the time of Chelsea’s birth, Bill Clinton was carrying on a sexual relationship with Dolly Kyle Browning, a woman he had known since high school. Their affair, which started in the mid-1970s, would continue for more than twenty years, and as old friends as well as lovers, they indulged in a great deal of can- did pillow talk.
    “One time,” Dolly recalled in an interview for this book, 3 “Billy told me he wanted to have a baby. I thought he meant with me, and I said, ‘Do you think that’s a good idea?’
    “ ‘No, I don’t mean with you,’ he said. “I said, ‘What’s the deal?’
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    “He said, ‘It doesn’t look good politically for me and Hillary not to have children, especially given the way Hillary is, and what people think about her.’
    “ ‘Why are you telling me about this?’ I asked.
    “ ‘Because,’ he said, ‘I was hoping you might pray for me.’ “And I said, ‘Is that what you really want?’
    “ ‘Yes.’
    “ ‘Okay, then,’ I said, ‘then I’ll pray that you have a baby. But remember, you have to do your part.’
    “I said that because I knew that he and Hillary never had much of a sexual relationship. Also, Billy had a low sperm count, and he and Hillary were going to a fertility