The Audacity of Hope
The junior senator from Illinois discusses how to transform U.S. politics, calling for a return to America's original ideals and revealing how they can address such issues as globalization and the function of religion in public life. Specifications Number of Pages: 375 Genre: Freedom + Security / Law Enforcement, Biography + Autobiography, Social Science Sub-Genre: Presidents + Heads of State Author: Barack Obama Age Range: Adult Language: English Street Date: November 6, 2007 Origin: Made in the USA or Imported
The junior senator from Illinois discusses how to transform U.S. politics, calling for a return to America's original ideals and revealing how they can address such issues as globalization and the function of religion in public life.
Specifications
Number of Pages: 375
Genre: Freedom + Security / Law Enforcement, Biography + Autobiography, Social Science
Sub-Genre: Presidents + Heads of State
Author: Barack Obama
Age Range: Adult
Language: English
Street Date: November 6, 2007
Origin: Made in the USA or Imported
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I mentioned to Robert the progress we’d made on tearing down the old hospital in
Cairo—our office had started meeting with the state health department and local
officials—and told him about my first visit to the town. Because Robert had grown up
in the southern part of the state, we soon found ourselves talking about the racial
attitudes of his friends and neighbors. Just the previous week, he said, a few local guys
with some influence had invited him to join them at a small social club in Alton, a
couple of blocks from the house where he’d been raised. Robert had never been to the
place, but it seemed nice enough. The food had been served, the group was making
some small talk, when Robert noticed that of the fifty or so people in the room not a
single person was black. Since Alton’s population is about a quarter African American,
Robert thought this odd, and asked the men about it.
It’s a private club, one of them said.
At first, Robert didn’t understand—had no blacks tried to join? When they said nothing,
he said, It’s 2006, for God’s sake.
The men shrugged. It’s always been that way, they told him. No blacks allowed.
Which is when Robert dropped his napkin on his plate, said good night, and left.
I suppose I could spend time brooding over those men in the club, file it as evidence
that white people still maintain a simmering hostility toward those who look like me.
But I don’t want to confer on such bigotry a power it no longer possesses.
I choose to think about Robert instead, and the small but difficult gesture he made. If a
young man like Robert can make the effort to cross the currents of habit and fear in
order to do what he knows is right, then I want to be sure that I’m there to meet him on
the other side and help him onto shore.
MY ELECTION WASN’T just aided by the evolving racial attitudes of Illinois’s white
voters. It reflected changes in Illinois’s African American community as well.
One measure of these changes could be seen in the types of early support my campaign
received. Of the first $500,000 that I raised during the primary, close to half came from
black businesses and professionals. It was a black-owned radio station, WVON, that
first began to mention my campaign on the Chicago airwaves, and a black-owned
weekly newsmagazine, N’Digo, that first featured me on its cover. One of the first times
I needed a corporate jet for the campaign, it was a black friend who lent me his.
Such capacity simply did not exist a generation ago. Although Chicago has always had
one of the more vibrant black business communities in the country, in the sixties and
seventies only a handful of self-made men—John Johnson, the founder of Ebony and
Jet; George Johnson, the founder of Johnson Products; Ed Gardner, the founder of Soft
Sheen; and Al Johnson, the first black in the country to own a GM franchise—would
have been considered wealthy by the standards of white America.