The Story of O

Barack Obama. I’m not sure why people are so unwilling to believe in the power of hope. Maybe because we’ve become cynical. Maybe we can’t remember what it means. Maybe when the towers fell, it destroyed that connective tissue of optimism that bonded us and defined our national character. When Barack Obama speaks, I feel that belief in something greater restored. Tomorrow we’re going to see him at the Gibson. I’ve never paid money to see a politician, and likely never will again, but this is a unique moment. And I am hopeful that it is his moment.