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CONTENTS
BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA takes the oath of office, January 20, 2009.
FOREWORD
History will be very kind to Barack Obama. His administration will go down as one of the most consequential in all of American history: its achievementsoften overlooked or reflexively rejectedare among the three or four most transformative presidencies in the last turbulent century; his personal conduct, discipline, and rectitude reminiscent of the Founding Fathers; his oratorical gifts and passionate empathy unequalled in American letters; his breakthrough election a watershed moment as the nation tried to escape the specific gravity of its troubled racial past.
Black Man Given Nations Worst Job, the Onion satirically joked after his election in November 2008. But in many ways it wasnt funny, rather terrifyingly prescient. It prefigured the retrograde forces that would relentlessly try to derail his progressive agenda from the moment he took the oath of office, suggesting to us now in retrospect that this malevolent counter-narrative of the Obama years must be given equal weight with the optimistic narrative he tried so heroically, and mostly successfully, to write.
Though many will try, the democratic energies he releasedso hopeful, inclusive, fair, and muscularwill not be kidnapped and reconfined. The bells of hope he rang cannot be unrung. And though many will want to go backward, Americans will not accept anything less than universal healthcare, equal pay, marriage equality, wise environmental stewardship, infrastructure improvements, a robust economy combined with job creation, and a rational relationship to the world. He moved us forwardpermanentlyin so many ways big and small. And he did it all while remaining an extraordinary father and husband. This is his enduring legacy.
Dont Do Stupid Stuff was his mantraand he didnt. Period. For eight complicated years there were no scandals or headline-grabbing investigations, only a thoughtful approach to every problem, every day. He was inspiring, confident, funny, loving, and so blessed with an appreciation of the American promise he had gracefully inherited that he paid it forward, helping to mint an entire generation of citizens dedicated to achieving positive changeactivism within the system. All of it heralded a new persuasive expression of American possibilities.
He spoke to us with words so carefully crafted that comparisons to his hero, Abraham Lincoln, are not only appropriate but accurate. He cried with us when grief was our only outlet, sang with us in common sorrow, danced with us in collective joy, and made his administration look like the diverse country he was charged with representing. He was fearless but moderated, assiduously avoiding the foreign entanglements George Washington had warned us about, but when it mattered, did not hesitate to take out our most dangerous enemy. Like Lincoln, he understood how far we (and he) had come on our collective journey, but as our religious teachings constantly try to remind us, he also understood in his bones that the greatest enemy is often ourselves, our ancient animosities and stubborn prejudices so hard to shed.
The great early twentieth-century African American scholar W. E. B. Du Bois liked to challenge the talented tenthbetter-off black Americans who would assume the difficult task of lifting the rest of the race upward. That, of course, would require enormous sacrifice, and focus, and dedication. Ten decades later, Barack Obama, along with his remarkable wife, Michelle, had to work ten times as hard as that to do the job. But he has shown us allblack, white, brown, every one of uswhat a talented 1 percent might look like. We are all the beneficiaries of his exquisite example. He will be missed.
Ken Burns
Walpole, New Hampshire
January 26, 2017
PREFACE
In my lifetime is a curious expression, as we never really know how long our lifetime will be.
In the thick of the 2008 primary season, I had an interesting question posed to me by the head of the Hackensack University Medical Centers Organ Transplatation Division: Do you want to know how much longer you have to live? Just like that. His demeanor was strictly matter of fact, his eyes glancing about his desk, and then, after a milliseconds pregnant pause, he added, If we dont find you a suitable blood marrow donor.
My first reaction probably should have been to think how dreadful it was for a doctor to throw compassion to the wind in such a way with a patient whose life might soon be cut short. Instead, however, I almost laughed out loud at his clearly well-practiced disconnect. And then my mind started fast-forwarding to all the things I may never see, know, or experience: my daughters marrying and becoming mothers, me becoming a grandfather. Would I ever make it to Dollywood? Next, the political junkie in me kicked in: Would I live to see the first African American president or first female president?
I got lucky; in April 2008, a suitable donor was found. A complete stranger was identified as the proverbial 10, which in this case meant we had 10 out of 10 matching genetic markers. A month later, one of my two transplant doctors opened the valve on the bag containing the donors life-sustaining marrow, which would give me the chance of a few more years.
I liked both of the Democratic candidates, and as I lay in my hospital bed over the next three weeks, I probably spent way too much energy worrying that neither of them might make it to the Promised Land. How wonderful the thought, however, that finally that iconic, poster-like image of the past 43 presidentsall white, all malemight soon have an incongruous face. And it was about time. Would I live to see the first woman or first African American president in my lifetime? Well, I am writing this, am I not?
For all modern presidents, the markers seem to have become the now infamous On day one Im going to... and the judgment offered up by the media of the first hundred days. In my case, if I could survive the first 100 days out of transplant, there was a 2-to-1 chance I may survive the first year. And after that milestone, I might finally be designated a survivor and be released from the transplant units oversight. The team, my family, and my friends were pulling for me, praying for me, and displaying all their better selves to insure my return to health.