Bruce Feirstein: How Hillary Can Win By Losing  Eleven years
ago, on the night that Princess Diana died, I was in a London
nightclub until 3:30 in the morning. A group of us were
celebrating the end of principal photography on a film I’d
worked on. And when we emerged into the purple dawn on that
Sunday morning, and fell into black British taxicabs, we were
greeted by the awful news, on the radio, of the car wreck in
Paris.  Racing back to the hotel, rushing to the TV set, we
encountered BBC coverage that was anything but sympathetic or
respectful during those first few confusing hours. The
newscasters derided Diana’s lifestyle, her choice of boyfriends,
her suitability as a mother, and the topsy-turvy way she’d been
living her life that summer, bouncing around the Mediterranean,
sunbathing in a bikini on a yacht one day and campaigning to
outlaw land mines the next. One newscaster, as I recall it,
described her behavior as “unseemly.”  And then the news came
from Paris that she was dead.  In an instant—the l