Two days later, I am still gobsmacked by Obama’s Saturday speech to the House Democratic caucus.
30 minutes, a few notes, no teleprompter, and rhetoric that, in places, seemed like Sam Seaborn had crafted it for days.
Every once in a while, every once in a while a moment comes where you have a chance to vindicate all those best hopes that you had about yourself, about this country, where you have a chance to make good on those promises that you made in all those town meetings and all those constituency breakfasts and all that traveling through the district, all those people who you looked in the eye and you said, you know what, you’re right, the system is not working for you and I’m going to make it a little bit better.
And this is one of those moments.
And so it was. People will be talking about that speech decades from now, even though it’s not clear if Obama flipped anybody, or kept a single wavering yes vote in place.
But by laying out an eloquent vision of service, Obama took what had been a political exercise and transformed it into an affirmation of character.
I still get chills.