Ten Letters: The Stories Americans Tell Their President - Couverture rigide

Saslow, Eli

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ISBN 10 : 0385534302 ISBN 13 : 9780385534307

Editeur : Doubleday, 2011

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Chapter 1
 
 
“I lost my job, my health benefits and my self worth in a matter of 5 days.”
 
The nightly briefing book arrived at the White House residence just before 8:00 p.m., hand--delivered to President Obama by a junior member of his staff. It was a large, three--ring binder that had been covered in black leather and stamped with the presidential seal, and Obama sometimes eyed it wearily and lamented the arrival of what he called his “homework packet.” Each night brought another few hundred pages of policy memos and scheduling notes, another deluge of intelligence about two wars, terrorist plots, and the tumbling U.S. economy. Some documents Obama only skimmed. Others he set aside to read the next morning.
 
He opened the binder and reached for a thin purple folder--the one item that he always read, and usually read first. The contents inside the purple folder had become a fixture of his presidency, shaping his speeches and informing his policies. Senior advisers had referred to it by turns as Obama’s “lifeline,” “inspiration,” “connection to reality,” and “guide to what people really care about.” On this evening, the folder had been labeled with the date: “January 8,
2010.”
 
It was a snowy Friday night, the end of another long day at the end of another long week inside the White House. Obama and his family had recently returned from a ten-day trip to Hawaii, but he joked to friends that he already craved another vacation. In Washington, Obama had come back to a Republican resurgence that threatened the passage of his health-care bill; to the attempted terrorist bombing of a passenger flight over Michigan; to the latest American death in Afghanistan, from an explosion on January 3; to the mounting resistance of Tea Party protesters, some of whom marched across the street from his house and waved Obama-Hitler signs; to an approval rating of 50 percent and dropping, the lowest for a second-year president in more than half a century; to the increasingly feeble defense of his own press secretary, Robert Gibbs, who, on this day, had stood in front of eighty reporters during a regular briefing and said of his boss’s current outlook: “I would say the president is worried about today and worried about the future.”
 
Hours earlier, Obama had made a short statement of his own. It had once again fallen on him to deliver bad news, so he had entered the East Room of the White House at 2:45 p.m., displaying what had become some of his most familiar gestures--the body language of disappointment. He narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and offered a solemn nod once he reached the lectern. Another eighty-five thousand people had lost their jobs during the last month, he said. More than four million had lost jobs in the last year. Almost one million had given up on looking for work entirely. “Today’s numbers,” Obama said, frowning and squinting into the camera lights, “are a reminder that the road to recovery is never straight.”
 
There were other reminders: the new gray hair spreading across the sides of Obama’s head, the heavy creases running across his cheeks, and the dark circles deepening below his eyes. The president still looked remarkably fit for forty-eight years old, but some medical experts believed the last twelve months had aged Obama by two or three years. His cholesterol was climbing, and he continued to rely on the occasional cigarette to calm his nerves. Like all presidents, he described his responsibilities as never-ending, and his aides conceded that they had underestimated the range of issues Obama would face during his first term. He had flown 152 times on Air Force One in the last year, visiting 30 states and 21 countries. He had given 160 news interviews, delivered 412 speeches, and spoken at 5 funerals. He had committed to a war in Afghanistan and received the Nobel Peace Prize. On an average day, he squeezed in a morning workout after his daughters left for school, rushed to a national security meeting at 8:30 a.m., and continued working virtually uninterrupted until nearly midnight. He usually spent the last two hours of his workday on a couch at home, where he fought off sleep and read the briefing book.
 
Now he opened the purple folder and glanced at the cover sheet.
 
“Memorandum to the president,” it read. “Per your request, we have attached 10 pieces of unvetted correspondence addressed to you.”
 
Inside, Obama found crumpled notebook paper, smudged ink, sloppy handwriting, and misspelled words--a collection of ten letters from constituents that he considered his most important daily reading. One letter was from a grade-schooler asking for help on his spelling homework; another was from an unemployed mother demanding a job. Depending on the nature of each letter, Obama sometimes copied them for senior advisers, distributed them to members of his cabinet, or read parts aloud to his wife before bed.
 
He had first requested a sampling of ten letters on his second day as president, and the purple folder had come six days a week ever since, couriered to Obama even when he was away at Camp David or traveling abroad. The White House mail staff sorted through twenty thousand letters and e-mails addressed to Obama every day, screening for security threats, categorizing by topic, and then picking the most representative ten pieces for the purple folder. The letters chosen each day were the most intimate connection Obama had left to the people he governed. He believed the wide-ranging feedback--quick e-mails and thoughtful letters; congratulations and condemnations--offered him a unique view beyond the presidential bubble into what he called “the real America,” a place of uncensored opinion. “I will tell you,” Obama had said, laughing, “my staff is very evenhanded, because about half of these letters call me an idiot.” He loved the give and take, aides said. He always read all ten letters and typically wrote back to one or two writers each day, usually responding by hand to those who offered articulate criticism or moving stories of hardship. Obama often said that the letters not only reminded him of why he had run for president; they also reminded him of all the work he had left to do.
 
But lately the tenor of the letters had changed, becoming darker. There were fewer glowing, post-inauguration thank-you notes and more missives addressed to “Dear Jackass,” “Dear Moron,” or “Dear Socialist.” Former campaign volunteers wrote to express disillusionment; other people shared stories of how Obama’s policies had failed them. Earlier in the day, during his somber speech in the East Room, Obama had spoken about the America now reflected back to him in the mail at the beginning of his second year in office. “In the letters that I receive at night,” he had said, “I often hear from Americans who are facing hard times--Americans who’ve lost their jobs or can’t afford to pay their bills. They’re worried about what the future holds.”
 
This had become the unmistakable message delivered each day inside the purple folder: America was struggling. Its president was struggling. Both desperately needed a better year ahead.
 
Obama reached into the folder on January 8 and removed the first letter. It was three pages long and written on lined notebook paper. He had always preferred handwritten notes to e-mails, believing them to be more thoughtful and to contain better stories. The return address showed Monroe, Michigan. The writing consisted of bubbly block letters, sometimes traced twice for emphasis. Obama started to read.
 
“Dear Mr. President,” the letter began.
 
 
 
Jennifer Cline, twenty-seven, did not usually write letters, but she was not usually this bored. Wheel of Fortune had ended. Jeopardy! had ended. Her husband was out working the midnight shift, and her two sons had gone to bed. She sat in the living room of their small duplex in Monroe, Michigan, flipping aimlessly through the channels on her big-screen television. Obama’s face appeared on the screen, and she set down the remote.
 
She had liked Obama ever since the beginning of his 2008 presidential campaign. He seemed more accessible than other politicians, she thought, and she viewed him as a contemporary. He had two young daughters; she had two young sons. He came from the middle class, and so did she. His campaign had converted her from a halfhearted Democrat into an advocate who stuck a sign in her front yard and argued with relatives who refused to vote for Obama because of his race. “He’s more like us than any other politician,” she had told them, but now the program on television gave her doubts. It was a holiday special about life inside the White House. She watched as Obama chased his dog across a manicured lawn, laughed with his daughters about their giant Christmas tree, tossed a football in the Oval Office, and stood next to a showcase of formal china. Jen looked around her own low-budget rental, with its faux-brick interior, milk stains on the television screen, white sheets draped over used furniture, and an aging pit bull snoring at her feet. She wondered: Does he really know what this life is like?
 
She reached across the coffee table and ripped a few pages from her eldest son’s elementary-school notebook. She had always loved to write, once spending a year on an unpublished autobiography and keeping a regular journal during times of high stress. Lately she had been writing a lot in that journal. She began her letter in the top left corner--“Dear Mr. President”--and then skipped a line before writing again.
 
“Mr. Obama,” she continued, “I am going to begin by telling you abo...

Présentation de l'éditeur :

Every day, President Obama reads ten representative letters among the thousands he receives from citizens across the land. The letters come from people of all ages, walks of life, and political points of view. Some are heart­breaking, some angry, some hopeful. Indeed, Obama reads as many letters addressed “Dear Jackass” as “Dear Mr. President.” Eli Saslow, a young and rising star at the Washington Post, became fascinated by the power of these letters and set out to find the stories behind them.

Through the lens of ten letters to which Obama responded personally, this exceptionally relevant and poignant book explores those individual stories, taking an in-depth look at the misfortunes, needs, opinions, and, yes, anger over the current state of the country that inspired ten people to put pen to paper. Surprisingly, what also emerges from these affecting personal narratives is a story about the astounding endurance and optimism of the American people.

Ten Letters is an inspiring and important book about ordi­nary people and the issues they face every day—the very issues that are shaping America’s future. This is not an insider Washington book by any means, but a book for the times that tells the real American stories of today.

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Doubleday
• Date d'édition: 2011
• ISBN 10: 0385534302
• ISBN 13: 9780385534307
• Reliure: Relié
• Nombre de pages: 287