When Amy Klobucher dropped out, there were no cries of sexism. The New York Times reports that “In the end, the pink wave carried two white men ashore,” apparently forgetting that Tulsi Gabbard has yet to bail. Why is it that Elizabeth Warren has captured the hearts of passionate feminists where others of presumptively female gender have not?

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In an op-ed in the New York Times, bearing the inflammatory title, “I Am Burning With Fury and Grief Over Elizabeth Warren. And I Am Not Alone,” Sarah Smarsh explains.

It was March 2019, about a month after Ms. Warren had entered the race, and my father and maternal grandmother were talking politics at my kitchen table in Kansas.

“This is the best chance that a woman has ever had to become the president,” said my dad, a white, 60-something construction worker who has identified as a democratic socialist since Bernie Sanders’s 2016 candidacy. “Now. It’s now.”

“Ten years from now,” said my grandma, a white, 70-something retiree who grew up in poverty and spent decades on the farm where I grew up.

“No, it’s now. It’s now,” Dad replied.

“Hey, I’m game,” Grandma said.

“They cannot do it wrong, and I believe that Elizabeth Warren is the chance,” he said, tapping his finger on the table. I had hit record on my cellphone. The year-old audio’s rambunctious sound indicates that alcohol was involved.

“If Elizabeth would get the nomination,” Grandma said, “I would bust my ass — if I had to crawl down the sidewalk to get to the neighbors: ‘Vote for Elizabeth!’”

“I would too, I would too,” Dad said. “That is exactly what’s it’s going to take to make it happen.”

“I hope so,” Grandma concluded.

Smarsh argues that she is not alone in her fury and grief, and proves her point by showing that her father, an erstwhile Bernie supporter, and her grandmother agree with her, more or less. What more evidence do you need that Elizabeth Warren’s demise as a presidential candidate was due to her sex and America’s misogyny?

A few nights before the Super Tuesday primaries that ultimately squashed Ms. Warren’s chances, I had a dream that I was in a crowd watching her onstage. She glowed like someone who has won in a way that has nothing to do with numbers. We spoke afterward. She was clearly at peace with whatever happened with the election.

A woman can dream, can’t she?