I won because I happened to be the one woman in a thousand who had two black SUVs waiting around the corner.

The audit, the tower, the father, the fund — none of that was justice.

It was luck.

It was the accident of my birth doing for me what the world should do for everyone and does for almost no one.

And so I have made a kind of vow out of it, quiet and unglamorous, the only vow that felt honest.

I use what I have — the position, the platform, the name I stopped hiding — not to enjoy having been the exception, but to chip, however slightly, at the wall that makes exceptions necessary.