All year I’ve been waiting for Obama to flex his narrative muscles, to tell the story of his presidency, of his Administration, to tell the story of where our country is going and why we should help deliver it there. A coherent, accessible, compelling story—one that is narrow enough to be held in our minds and hearts and that nevertheless is roomy enough for us, the audience, to weave our own predilections, dreams, fears, experiences into its fabric. It should necessarily be a story eight years in duration, a story that no matter what our personal politics are will excite us enough to go out and reĆ«lect the teller just so we can be there for the story’s end.
Read more the whole column. Stories have kept us engaged, enthusiastic and driven to do more for human rights for the past ten years. I read Dreams from My Father. I know he can do it. Tell us a story!
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