Just One More Obama Story
In Douglas Brinkley’s fine story and interview of President Obama in the current issue of Rolling Stone, Brinkley tells this story:
Over the summer, I brought my wife and kids to an Obama rally in the Ohio town of Maumee, not far from where I grew up. The president delivered a speech about how bailing out GM and Chrysler saved thousands of jobs in Ohio. When he started working the rope line, two young African-American girls began squealing with joy. Playing the good Samaritan, I escorted them to the front of the line so they would be sure to meet the president. The younger girl asked Obama to sign her T-shirt with a Sharpie.
“How old are you?” he asked.
He gladly obliged.
The older girl had the same request. Obama, however, eyed her with warm parental disapproval. “How old are you?” he asked.
“Fourteen,” she replied. The same age as Malia Obama.
“Oh, no,” the president said with a broad smile, crouching down to make eye contact. “You’re too old to have someone writing on your clothes. Do you understand? That’s a nice shirt you have. Take care of it. I’ll give you a fist-bump instead.”
It was a wonderful moment to witness. This wasn’t a president who merely kissed babies for votes. Even though the commotion all around him was louder than a Sousa band, Obama was able to differentiate the ages of the two girls, and then offer the older one a lesson about being a young woman and having self respect.
Now, as a mental exercise, try to imagine The Mitt doing something like that.