During the first 100 days of President Obama’s historic presidency, I wrote the piece below with intentions of publishing it as part of a new African-American literary salon (it did not come to pass). With what has happened in the past few days, it felt like now might be a good time to bring it to the surface.
100 Days (written in 2009)
The countdown has started; tick, tick, tick.
Did anyone, outside of the dedicated historians, even count the 100 days of past presidents?
Is anyone else finding it particularly difficult to remember ever having seen anything about them?
30 seconds on the evening news and then maybe, and I mean maybe, on Meet the Press.
The face of President Obama is everywhere and was even before the clock started ticking at Noon that special Tuesday.
Honest Tea becomes a presidential drink (Pun?)
Closed Guantanamo Bay
Changed the White House Dress code
Oh and lest we forget, instilled Hope in millions around the globe. (Might even have done that one again!! 2012)
The president is supposed to represent the voice of the people. Almost two weeks have passed and the ticking continues. We find ourselves like children who sneak out to listen to the grownups at the party; afraid we’ll miss some wondrous thing as the 100 days roll by.
Just last week, the NY Times reported President Obama as saying “he’s not a plate kind of guy” when discussing how he would redecorate the oval office. (Apparently there are plates there from the previous administration.) So what kind of a guy is he? A car guy? A gym guy? A sports guy?
The days counted down. We removed the salaud1 we had in office and replaced him with a man who speaks of responsibility and a need to create a better world for himself, his children, and his fellow Americans. Once, very early in the campaign, I likened the world’s new perspective of blacks to the shelf life of a NY restaurant–good for the first year, if it can survive. “We’ll be popular for a year,” I said, “better get ready!” Well, even the best of restaurants cannot survive if no one comes to dine.
We set the table with the simplest of table settings, so Miss Manners is not needed.
Fork, Plate, Knife, Spoon
A prix-fixe menu for 100 days, serving up race, change, real freedom?
What will the specials be?
I ask that question today, what will the specials be?
Gays in the military. Done.
A personal opinion rendered. Gay Americans should have the right to marry.
I’ll take one to go.