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Edited on Mon Nov-23-09 12:30 PM by cenacle
October 10, 2009 Portland, Oregon
Dear President Obama,
This is my third letter to you, but first since you’ve been President of these United States. I wrote to you in June 2008 while you were a U.S. Senator from Illinois, campaigning for president—& again last December when you had won the office but not yet been sworn in. So in both instances, I was anticipating, rather than considering, your work as president. I say this as prelude to this letter which does this considering.
First of all, let me congratulate you on being awarded the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize. I would say I was surprised without being shocked. It is becoming clearer to me that the world outside the U.S. treasures you in a way Americans, many, do not. Your being about as far way from George W. Bush as imaginably possible alone is enough to give you great honors. Americans, on the other hand, evaluate you too minutely to step back for the larger view. Some fear you will do too much; more fear you will do not enough.
I find myself drawn to sports team analogies when thinking about your style of governance. You clearly recognize two things: you were not made king, & your time in the office is definably finite. Eight years at most. You know the twined political & corporate & media bureaucracies of Washington, D.C. & the nation as a whole predated your election, & will continue should you govern the nation every day from January 20, 2009 to January 20, 2017. It’s how it is. So the clock is ticking, but it’s early. Time enough to try some things, start accruing points & momentum. Of course, arriving to a playing field bloody & gouged as George W. Bush left it throws a kind of desperate spin on the game right off. So, to advance the sports metaphor, & maybe begin to leave it too, we’re in a playoff series, best-of-seven, once heavily favored, but down three games to one.
Time to panic? No. Not your style. Time to game plan. Call out weaknesses, clarify priorities, figure strategies.
You made promises; now every hand is out. Your opponents are going to crowd the line, play dirty, do whatever. There are always fat cat motherfuckers who are doing nicely, slurping up their share of blood-profits in the soft shadows of quasi-legality. Don’t like a diminished amount of slurp.
Call out weaknesses. The country is mostly broke, angry, sick of war, despising Republicans & none too kinning up to Democrats in truth. You’re fresh blood, an orator, a visionary. Cool & wicked intelligent.
Clarify priorities. Easy. You call out the broken healthcare system as crippling the nation’s economy, & a moral abomination. This focuses the media chatter & is, while a risky issue to tackle first, one whose tricky navigation to success will keep the bar set high, & rack up the points.
What will come after? No doubts here: civil rights legislation. Gay rights. Drug policy revision. Stem cell research. Environmental policy. All important, all wait, but their successes hinge on healthcare. That first big score.
Overseas, the path is oddly clearer. American presidents do more as they will, & can, on the world stage. So: talks with Iran, North Korea, Russia. Talks with Israel & Palestine. Renewal of commitment to diplomacy & the United Nations. I believe you will do a lot more in time, that you’ve had to deal with the great wounded beast this nation is foremost, & you are & you will.
Iraq? We’ll be out in 2012. Afghanistan? You will be stuck with that one for a while because withdrawal is not so simple. But I would estimate that you have no taste for perpetual war & occupation. Nor will you abandon a nation in suffering, in part by the U.S.’s doing. My guess is the answers will come slowly, like with healthcare domestically.
You’ve been in office about ten months. Ten out of a possible 96. What I’ve seen in that time is a man settling into his job while having to perform it at the highest level. You are not a miracle worker yet you have changed a great deal already. Nobody was talking about serious healthcare reform a year ago, as though it would happen any time soon. Diplomatic talks with Iran were inconceivable. A siege mentality had consumed the world, a constant wondering where the lunatic monster head in D.C. would lurchily turn its rabid, blurry red-eyed gaze next. What was left for Bush to fuck up?
He leaves office, you arrive, a society with little patience waits about five minutes before complaining. The heart of what I want to say to you right now is this: you will never bear the power or influence again that you are accumulating now & will have for the next two years or so. Don’t save it. Power does not keep. The fire you’re raising now, the allies you are making, the strategies for working with Congress, handling the media, & so on, it is a conjuration that will go so far, & eventually spend out. Power & fire are both like that.
For awhile you will have to play with practically breathless perfection, & hope or pray the Universe or some equal potency is mostly on your side. So I say this: play it through. Hesitate less often until not at all. There’s a moment in playing the great games—in making the great works of Art—in conceiving the greatest thoughts of science & philosophy & learning—a moment when impediments fall aside & the way opens clear. You are nearing that point, Mister President, Barrack, where trust is all, action is all, you will no longer make the moves, the moves will make you.
That’s what I see now & foresee for you as forthcoming. A lot of work, a lot of wrangling. Just remember, my friend, it’s not that your best fire won’t spend out, it’s how well you wield it while in your hands. Play it artless, play it humble, play it like you can’t lose.
Peace & Love, RS Scriptor Press Portland http://www.scriptorpress.com
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