The art of Kevin Blythe Sampson
KEVIN BLYTHE SAMPSON
11/8/11
Can I dish Lets start with Poor Herman Cain
2/23/10
Kevin speaks about Old Dick Cheney, heart attack my ass…
Former Vice President Dick Cheney suffered a mild heart attack, his office said, and will remain in a Washington hospital for at least another day.
Let me start out by saying that Unlike Vice president Dick Cheney,
I don’t wish any one unwell…………………. including him.
Having said that,
I was listening to the talking heads on the news channels; dissect what happened to the Vice President. What kind of treatment is he getting, how many heart attacks has he actually had.
Let me tell ya….
He has had five heart attacks; by God they ask how he has survived so many, what is his secret recipe.
Isn’t it obvious?
, he is white, rich, connected and has the best health care in the world. If he has a hangnail some one comes running. He is a vice president for god’s sake, he spits out more venom that a room full of snakes and just keeps on ticking.
Now me, I am a middle aged black man, over weight, with high blood pressure ,A borderline diabetic……………. and my fat ass cant get a thing looked at....................
Most importantly I don’t have health insurance not a drop, if I get sick it’s off to an emergency room,
Full of stabbing and gun shot victims.
Oh sorry that was the old days,
Nowadays will sit for about 10 hours in a room full of used to be working class people, who don’t have either health insurance or jobs.
Lets see I will Sit and wait, ten hours at least,
Ok maybe they will get to me before that, if I am acting a fool and passing out.
But do you think that this old black guy would survive 1 heart attack. Let alone five……….and still have the time to reek havoc on a country and people that he professes to love and serve
Give me a break
Again I wish old dick well,
I just wish he would share some of his good health insurance and secrets to remaining standing……….and alive.
Alive and well even after being responsible for so many deaths and mistakes.
Trickle down, small government, my ass…………….
Hey dick
Let us cash in your health insurance;
We could probably get most of those people help that are sitting next to me in our imaginary hospital waiting room.
Spread it around, spread some thing around besides your anger for once.
Again I wish you well,
I do have a question though
Haven’t you seen the light yet, seen God or some thing when you wee having those five heart attack
Why didn’t you come back to this world with love and help in your heart.
I guess not
Your good doctors never let you get that close, to the light or God…………….
First heart attack at 37 and still ticking
Go figure
Cheney suffers mild heart attack
By: Jonathan Martin
February 23, 2010 03:55 PM EST
Former Vice President Dick Cheney suffered a mild heart attack, his office said, and will remain in a Washington hospital for at least another day.
Cheney was admitted to George Washington University hospital after complaining of chest pains and lab tests revealed that he did in fact have a heart attack.
"He is feeling good and is expected to be discharged in the next day or two," his office said in a statement, noting that he had a stress test and a heart catheter
5/25/09
Ebonyjet.com What We Should Be Calling Our New President
Mr. President? Mr. Obama? Obama? Dude?
What We Should Be Calling Our New President
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
By Del Walters
It seems difficult for some to grasp the fact that the 44th President of United States is somehow different than the other 43. As a result, for the first time in presidential history, there seems to be confusion as to what he should be called. Who can forget the famous moment in Campaign 2008 when John McCain referred to Barack Obama as “that one.” He apologized, but the damage was done. It was taken as, and should have been, a slight against his opponent.
Somehow ‘that one’ won. Now ‘that one’ Barack Hussein Obama is the 44th President of the United States, and the same people who had difficulty figuring out what to call him are at it again. They seem to strain with calling him what he is, ‘President Barack Obama’.
We should not believe that all of this is innocent. The first President Bush had trouble pronouncing the name of his nemesis Saddam Hussein. According to the University of Washington, “Putting the emphasis on the wrong syllable, experts say the first President Bush also converted the meaning of the name in Arabic, from sa-DAM, which means one who confronts, to Sad-um, which means a barefoot beggar.” At the height of the furor over Minister Louis Farrakhan there was a tendency for pundits to intentionally mispronounce the cleric’s name as “Louie Farra-CAN,” clearly hoping to devalue his standing through informality.
Nothing in Washington happens in a vacuum, or for that matter, by accident. Remember the campaign when much was written about calling Barack Obama, Barack Hussein Obama? The hard right saw an opportunity to paint the democratic candidate as some sort of ‘Muslim sleeper,’ who was going to take over the United States by raising hundreds of millions of dollars and somehow winning the election. AS As a result, many bought into the myth that somehow Barack Obama was evil. If you don’t believe me, just tune in to Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity on any given day and listen to the callers who still believe that President Barack Obama is anything but Christian.
To be certain, the erosion of formality in Washington is nothing new. When I first arrived in this town, almost three decades ago, Senators and other members of Congress routinely referred to themselves as ‘The distinguished gentleman’ from their particular state of origin. When the tone became nastier, the protocols disappeared as well. When women began getting elected ‘the distinguished gentleman’ became ‘Senator,’ and in some cases, just the person’s last name.
Miss Manners, the bible on all things proper, explains why the founding fathers chose to call the man who sits in the White House, Mr. President:
“Mr. President,” they thought, had devised the ultimate in casual forms of official address. In contrast to the sycophantic titles used toward European monarchs, which they considered unbefitting a republic of equals, this would give the person holding the highest office no grander an honorific than any ordinary citizen.
George Washington had a different approach. “His High and Mightiness” had rather a nice ring to it, he ventured to suggest. However, ridicule carried the day…and when the first President left office, he made a concession to the American taste for simplicity by decreeing that he would, henceforth, no longer carry the title of President, not even as a mere courtesy.
There could only be one President of the United States at a time, he reasoned, as our newest President also observed during the transition period. But there could be more than one American General, so George Washington let it be known that he would revert to his previously held title and should be addressed as General Washington. We now have four living former Presidents addressing one another as Mr. President, and a citizenry worried that it would be disrespectful to follow George Washington’s rule.”
She continues: “Here, then, is a brief Protocol Primer. The sitting President should be addressed as Mr. President.”
The Associated Press, also weighed in on the issue. In November it declared that: “Effective Thursday at 3 a.m. EST, the AP will use the title and first and family names on first reference: President George W. Bush, not just President Bush; President-elect Barack Obama, not just President-elect Obama; President Nicolas Sarkozy, not just President Sarkozy.”
Which brings us to the issue at hand. Listen to any Sunday morning talk show, and you will hear the President addressed in a variety of manners, Obama, Mister Obama, but rarely ‘President’ Obama. It should be noted that the majority of those who are experiencing difficulties with the title often appear from the republican side of the aisle.
Coincidence?
So what are we talking about here? In a nutshell, respect, or as Aretha so poetically put it, R-E-S-P-E-C-T. It is an insult to both the office and the man not to get his title right, and as African Americans we have every right to be upset with anything less than the formality both deserve.
After all, Sojourner Truth, (not “Truth”) struggled for this day, as did the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and not King, or Malcolm X and not just X. People, white and black, bled and died in the struggle for racial equality in this country and soldiers fought and died on battlefields to preserve it.
It is one thing to mispronounce the names of our enemies, but quite another to mispronounce the names of our leaders. There is only one explanation. Those who are doing the mispronouncing have it backwards. “Those ones” are the ones we should be concerned about.
rs. There is only one explanation. Those who are doing the mispronouncing have it backwards. “Those ones” are the ones we should be concerned about.
It seems difficult for some to grasp the fact that the 44th President of United States is somehow different than the other 43. As a result, for the first time in presidential history, there seems to be confusion as to what he should be called. Who can forget the famous moment in Campaign 2008 when John McCain referred to Barack Obama as “that one.” He apologized, but the damage was done. It was taken as, and should have been, a slight against his opponent.
Somehow ‘that one’ won. Now ‘that one’ Barack Hussein Obama is the 44th President of the United States, and the same people who had difficulty figuring out what to call him are at it again. They seem to strain with calling him what he is, ‘President Barack Obama’.
We should not believe that all of this is innocent. The first President Bush had trouble pronouncing the name of his nemesis Saddam Hussein. According to the University of Washington, “Putting the emphasis on the wrong syllable, experts say the first President Bush also converted the meaning of the name in Arabic, from sa-DAM, which means one who confronts, to Sad-um, which means a barefoot beggar.” At the height of the furor over Minister Louis Farrakhan there was a tendency for pundits to intentionally mispronounce the cleric’s name as “Louie Farra-CAN,” clearly hoping to devalue his standing through informality.
Nothing in Washington happens in a vacuum, or for that matter, by accident. Remember the campaign when much was written about calling Barack Obama, Barack Hussein Obama? The hard right saw an opportunity to paint the democratic candidate as some sort of ‘Muslim sleeper,’ who was going to take over the United States by raising hundreds of millions of dollars and somehow winning the election. AS As a result, many bought into the myth that somehow Barack Obama was evil. If you don’t believe me, just tune in to Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity on any given day and listen to the callers who still believe that President Barack Obama is anything but Christian.
To be certain, the erosion of formality in Washington is nothing new. When I first arrived in this town, almost three decades ago, Senators and other members of Congress routinely referred to themselves as ‘The distinguished gentleman’ from their particular state of origin. When the tone became nastier, the protocols disappeared as well. When women began getting elected ‘the distinguished gentleman’ became ‘Senator,’ and in some cases, just the person’s last name.
Miss Manners, the bible on all things proper, explains why the founding fathers chose to call the man who sits in the White House, Mr. President:
“Mr. President,” they thought, had devised the ultimate in casual forms of official address. In contrast to the sycophantic titles used toward European monarchs, which they considered unbefitting a republic of equals, this would give the person holding the highest office no grander an honorific than any ordinary citizen.
George Washington had a different approach. “His High and Mightiness” had rather a nice ring to it, he ventured to suggest. However, ridicule carried the day…and when the first President left office, he made a concession to the American taste for simplicity by decreeing that he would, henceforth, no longer carry the title of President, not even as a mere courtesy.
There could only be one President of the United States at a time, he reasoned, as our newest President also observed during the transition period. But there could be more than one American General, so George Washington let it be known that he would revert to his previously held title and should be addressed as General Washington. We now have four living former Presidents addressing one another as Mr. President, and a citizenry worried that it would be disrespectful to follow George Washington’s rule.”
She continues: “Here, then, is a brief Protocol Primer. The sitting President should be addressed as Mr. President.”
The Associated Press, also weighed in on the issue. In November it declared that: “Effective Thursday at 3 a.m. EST, the AP will use the title and first and family names on first reference: President George W. Bush, not just President Bush; President-elect Barack Obama, not just President-elect Obama; President Nicolas Sarkozy, not just President Sarkozy.”
Which brings us to the issue at hand. Listen to any Sunday morning talk show, and you will hear the President addressed in a variety of manners, Obama, Mister Obama, but rarely ‘President’ Obama. It should be noted that the majority of those who are experiencing difficulties with the title often appear from the republican side of the aisle.
Coincidence?
So what are we talking about here? In a nutshell, respect, or as Aretha so poetically put it, R-E-S-P-E-C-T. It is an insult to both the office and the man not to get his title right, and as African Americans we have every right to be upset with anything less than the formality both deserve.
After all, Sojourner Truth, (not “Truth”) struggled for this day, as did the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and not King, or Malcolm X and not just X. People, white and black, bled and died in the struggle for racial equality in this country and soldiers fought and died on battlefields to preserve it.
It is one thing to mispronounce the names of our enemies, but quite another to mispronounce the names of our leaders. There is only one explanation. Those who are doing the mispronouncing have it backwards. “Those ones” are the ones we should be concerned about.
5/23/09
The Meaning of Michelle Obama
By Nancy Gibbs and Michael Scherer
It was just two days after the Inauguration when an e-mail went around to Michelle Obama's staff, instructing everyone to be in the East Room of the White House at 3 that afternoon. The First Lady's advisers arrived to find the room filled with ushers and plumbers, electricians and maids and kitchen crew gathered in a huge circle, and Michelle in a T shirt and ponytail, very casual and very much in charge.
"This is my team that came with me from Chicago," Michelle said, pointing to her communications staff and policy people. "This is my team who works here already," she went on, indicating the ring of veterans around the room. Many of the household staff had served for decades; some had postponed retirement because they wanted to serve an African-American President. And so the two groups formed concentric rings and spent the next hour or so making sure that everyone had a chance to meet everyone else. I want you to know that you won't be judged based on whether they know your name, Michelle had warned her advisers. You'll be judged based on whether you know theirs. (See pictures of Michelle Obama behind the scenes.)
The White House became as much Michelle Obama's stage as her husband's even before she colored the fountains green for St. Patrick's Day, or mixed the Truman china with the World's Fair glasses at a state dinner, or installed beehives on the South Lawn, or turned the East Room into a jazz lounge for a night or sacrificed her first sock to the First Puppy. Of all the revelations of her first 100 days, the most striking was that she made it seem natural. She did not spend decades dreaming of this destination, and maybe that's the secret. "I'm not supposed to be here," she says again and again. And ever since she arrived, she has been asking, "What are the things that we can do differently here, the things that have never been done, the people who've never seen or experienced this White House?"
Three generations, two adorable girls and a dog — no First Family has lived with the weight of hope and hype that has landed on the Obamas. Clothes they wear fly off the shelves. Dog breeders from Germany to Australia couldn't keep up with the demand for Portuguese water dogs after Bo debuted. Michelle is the first First Lady to make Maxim's hottest-women-in-the-world list. (She's No. 93; it probably wouldn't be proper for a First Lady to come in any higher.) Cameras with lenses that can count her pores from three states away are trained on her around the clock. Former East Wing veterans marvel at the lovesick coverage she gets: when Oscar de la Renta questions her fashion sense — "You don't ... go to Buckingham Palace in a sweater" — the response is, essentially, Well, what does he know? This is what a paradigm shift looks like. (See pictures of Michelle Obama's fashion diplomacy.)
The question now is what she plans to do with all this attention. We ask the usual questions of any new First Lady: What is she really like? How does she see her role? But it is only of Michelle Obama that we ask, What does she mean? Few First Ladies have embedded themselves so quickly in the world's imagination. And none have traveled so far, not just from Chicago's South Side to the East Wing, but from the caricatured Angry Black Woman of last spring to her exalted status as a New American Icon, as if her arrival will magically reverse eight years of anti-American spitballing, elevate the black middle class, promote family values, give voice to the voiceless and inspire us all to live healthier, more generous lives.
She admits that the sheer symbolic power of the role is perhaps greater than she anticipated. "I tried not to come into this with too many expectations one way or the other," she says on a sunny May afternoon in her East Wing office. "I felt like part of my job — and I still feel like that — is to be open to where this needs to go." She's always shown a shrewd eye for the strategic detour, suspending her career in favor of helping her husband get elected, then getting her daughters settled and her garden planted and, in the process, disarming the critics who cast her as a black radical in a designer dress. She will say she's just doing what comes naturally. But whether by accident or design, or a little of both, she has arrived at a place where her very power is magnified by her apparent lack of interest in it. "Over the years, the role of First Lady has been perceived as largely symbolic," Hillary Clinton observed in her memoirs. "She is expected to represent an ideal — and largely mythical — concept of American womanhood." That was not Clinton's favorite part of the job. Maybe this is Michelle's true advantage: she appears at peace, even relieved, that her power is symbolic rather than institutional. It makes her less threatening, and more potent at the same time — especially since her presence at the White House has unique significance. (See pictures of when Michelle met Hillary.)
The great-great-granddaughter of slaves now occupies a house built by them, one of the most professionally accomplished First Ladies ever cheerfully chooses to call herself Mom in Chief, and the South Side girl whose motivation often came from defying people who tried to stop her now gets to write her own set of rules.
Getting to Know You
Just a year ago, more people had a poor opinion of Michelle Obama (35%) than a good one (30%). During the primaries especially, she was too hot, and not in the way Maxim means it. She talked about America as being "just downright mean," and lazy, and cynical, how life for most people had "gotten progressively worse throughout my lifetime." Seeing an opportunity, conservative critics dubbed her Mrs. Grievance, called her bitter and anti-American, to the point that her husband had to defend her patriotism and call the attacks on her "detestable."
Her portrayal may have been a caricature, but it was also taking a toll. People who traveled with her from the earliest days in Iowa say she was a quick study, receptive to feedback on what was working and what wasn't. She began talking less about the country's problems and more about its promise. By the time the New Yorker parodied the parody of her as a machine-gun-toting revolutionary, she was reintroducing herself at the Democratic Convention as a wife, a mother, a sister and a daughter, listing why she loved her country and why her husband was the man to lead it. (See pictures of Barack Obama's family tree.)
And so the debate about What She Means shifted again, but this time it was feminists wondering if she or her handlers were using the J. Crew twin sets and Donna Reed hair to reassure white voters that "she's just like you." Under the liberal magnifying glass, Michelle was suddenly a victim, forced by her husband's ambitions and society's expectations to tone it down, soften it up, step back. "How will Michelle Obama feel as she becomes what she has long resisted — an extension of her husband?" asked Rebecca Traister in a Salon article called "The Momification of Michelle Obama." She was giving up her job, her $212,000-a-year salary and her independence, which prompted the commentariat to lament the sacrifices she was having to make in terms of her identity. Even her own mother told People that "Michelle had worked so hard to get where she was. I kind of feel bad for her."
Asked about this analysis now, Michelle rejects the idea that she has had to sacrifice at all. "I know women who have given up a lot of themselves," she says. "And there were times in my marriage where I put stuff aside. This isn't one of those times." And she didn't change, she insists; people just had time to get to know her. On the other hand, she brought to the White House a longtime friend and marketing executive who, as social secretary, describes her job as managing "the Obama brand." In any case, by the time she held the Bible for her husband on Inauguration Day, her approval rating had jumped nearly 40 points. And she was just getting started.
Girl Power
After four months in the White House and two years on the campaign trail, she's learned how to help people relax around her so she can get down to business. She makes fun of herself and of her husband, and teases a male reporter about his struggle to accurately describe her outfit during her European tour. "You didn't know you'd be covering cardigans," she says, but that's O.K., since her husband doesn't know cable-knit from argyle either. When she tries to explain why she's constantly hugging people, she reaches out and grabs your arm and holds it. I'd be intimidated too to meet the First Lady, she says. "That's why I'm so touchy with kids, because I think if I touch them and I hug them, that they'll see that it's real, and then they'll relax and breathe and actually kind of enjoy the time and make use of it."
Put her in a room with black teenage girls and her message couldn't be more radical or more all-American: Anyone can be anything if they are willing to work hard enough at it. This is inspiration with an edge. The honors student who wrote her Princeton thesis about being black in the Ivy League knows that the difference between success and failure can be cruelly random. She knew lots of bright kids growing up, she says, "and you slowly see people slipping through the cracks, you know that there but for the grace of God." She had friends who could have thrived in college, but their parents didn't believe in going into debt to pay for it. "I saw kids like me who were using their loan money to help their parents pay the electric bill, and therefore they'd run out of money for books and couldn't feed themselves over the course of the semester ... So I just keep thinking about those kids who are missing opportunities by a hair, by a breath, by a parent, by a teacher, by a dollar amount, and I'm kind of working to make up some of that difference to the extent that I think I can." (See pictures of the civil rights movement from Emmett Till to Barack Obama.)
One of her fantasies during the campaign was that in her White House, famous people wouldn't just come in; they would go out into the community too. So on a cool day in March, she dispatched a regiment of role models to schools across Washington, including singers Alicia Keys and Sheryl Crow, Ann Dunwoody, the first female four-star general, and Mae Jemison, the first African-American woman to travel into space. Michelle visited Anacostia High School, where violence is common and signs on the walls tell students which baby supplies will be available through the Baby Bonus Bucks Redemption Program. She sat with a group of 10 girls and three boys, who had been chosen, she told them, because "somebody in your school thought that you had a lot of potential." She recalled how she had lived close to the University of Chicago but never set foot inside growing up. "It was a fancy college, and it didn't have anything to do with me." Maybe you feel the same way about the White House, she suggested. "There are so many kids like that," she observes, "who are living inches away from power and prestige and fame and fortune, and they don't even know that it exists."
Which is why that night, the women leaders reassembled at the White House for a dinner with more than 100 students from schools across the city to celebrate Women's History Month. Tonight is your night, Michelle told the girls. So don't be shy. "Poke and prod and figure out how [these women] got to be where they are and what you can do in your lives to get yourselves ready for that next step. Tonight we just want to say, Go for it! Don't hesitate. Don't act with fear. Just go for it." Because all the women in the room, she told the girls, see a little bit of ourselves in you.
"It's one of those events," she says looking back, "that stand out in my mind as, This is why I'm here."
See pictures of the fashion of Michelle Obama.
See pictures of people around the world watching Barack Obama's Inauguration.
White House Life
After Barack Obama was elected to the Senate, people asked Michelle if she'd be moving to Washington. "I was like, no," she says. "All my support is the support you build up over the years. It is my mom, girlfriends — you move away from everything." But when he won the White House, Michelle effectively moved her support system with her, not just her mother but old friends who are scattered throughout both the East and West wings. Other longtime Chicago friends are occasional visitors and joined the Obamas for spring break, as they have for the past several years — but this year the gathering took place at Camp David. Among the traditions is a talent show, with everyone required to perform. This year Michelle demonstrated her skills with two hula hoops; Obama and the men sang "You Are the Sunshine of My Life." The visits typically include charades, singing, board games — although now that the Obamas are making use of the White House bowling alley and pool table, the other families tease them by saying they'll refuse to play any games that the Obamas can practice in the new house.
As strange as White House life can be, it is providing Michelle a kind of balance she has seldom known. From roughly the time their first child was born, her husband was commuting to the state capital, the nation's capital or the campaign trail. Michelle all but charged him with abandonment, as he described in The Audacity of Hope: " 'You only think about yourself,' she would tell me. 'I never thought I'd have to raise a family alone.' " (See pictures of the White House kitchen.)
Winning the presidency was the ticket to at least one kind of normality. "Among the many wonderful things about being President," Barack tells TIME, "the best is that I get to live above the office and see Michelle and the kids every day. I see them in the morning. We have dinner every night. It is the thing that sustains me." The President refers to what he calls "Michelle time," when he takes a break during the day and retreats to the residence. Semiregularly, Michelle appears in the West Wing with the dog or their daughters for a brief but lively interruption. The family does "roses and thorns" around the dinner table, with all of them saying something good and something bad that happened to them that day. "And if the kids really, really need to see him, they can," she says. "They're free to walk in. They're welcome wherever they want to go around here." But they can also just ignore him, since they know he's around. "That's been terrific," she says. "It's more normal than we've had for a very long time."
Michelle's day starts at dawn, when she walks the dog and then hits the treadmill; she's had the same personal trainer for about 10 years, who has relocated to Washington from Chicago. There are no regularly scheduled meetings with her staff and never any meetings before the girls go to school. She tells aides which days she wants to be "on"; she can concentrate all her public events into a couple of days a week, leaving her free to sit in a lawn chair at the soccer field watching the girls play. Then there are the parent-teacher conferences, the play, the birthday party, the calls with parents to discuss the sleepover. "Kids force you into a normalcy," she says, "that, you know, it even trumps this [place] in some ways."
The Obamas' marriage has a history of tension around chores: as his career took him away for long stretches, Barack admitted, "my failure to clean up the kitchen suddenly became less endearing." Michelle smiles about this and says, "That's off the table." Now they live in a house with 35 bathrooms and in which all domestic tasks are taken care of. "She thinks it's nice that people play 'Hail to the Chief,' " the President says. "But I still am expected for family dinner on time, and I still have to walk the dog." He gets the night shift, Michelle says. "That's usually right before bed. It's like 10 p.m. We sort of handle Bo like we did the kids. I'm the early-morning person ... Once I go to bed, I don't care what happens. Just make sure the dog doesn't have an accident." She talks about the dog with the smitten tone of a girl who never had one of her own before. She walks him frequently, sometimes every couple of hours. "He's getting to the point where he can be naughty," she says, "like you walk in the room and it's like, 'Where'd you get that sock?' " The family has learned to limit Bo's range of potential destruction by keeping doors closed. "We try to set him up for success," she says with a knowing smile. (See pictures of Bo and other presidential dogs.)
Maybe this is what women watching her covet: not the clothes or the glamour or the glory, but the fact that she seems to be having a blast, in a way Laura Bush and the rest never did. After working hard for 20 years, she gets to take a sabbatical, spend as much time as she wants with her kids, do as many high-impact public events as she chooses and, when it's all over, have the rest of her life to write the next chapter. "I don't even know what that is yet," she says, but she'll have choices then, as she has now, that most working mothers only dream of.
See pictures of Sasha and Malia Obama at the Inauguration.
See pictures of Michelle Obama's style evolution.
Division of Labor
Ask anyone in the East Wing how Michelle sees the role of First Lady and you hear a lot about "supporting the President's agenda." But what happens if she disagrees with her husband about some policy he's embraced? "I'm sure I do what every spouse does," she says, as though their potential disagreements are in any way like any other couple's. "We'll have conversations, and we'll share our opinions over the course of the conversation. But I don't want to have a say. Really, there are a lot of times when I'm like, Don't tell me what happened today at work. I just don't want to hear it, because I want the home space to really be free of that." Unlike in the Clinton White House, when a member of the First Lady's staff was in nearly every important meeting, Michelle does not send an emissary to key policy debates or the 7:30 a.m. meeting in chief of staff Rahm Emanuel's office. But no one who heard her on the campaign trail can imagine for a minute that she doesn't have strong views on many issues, or that her husband doesn't know what they are.
She has dropped some of the traditional baggage that First Ladies have hauled around for eons, passing up this gala or that benefit for the first time since Bess Truman's day and planting her famous garden to teach a lesson about healthy eating. Like all First Ladies, Michelle will at some point do or say something that gets her in trouble, and it won't just be wearing $540 sneakers to work in the food bank, the way she did last month. (See pictures of Barack Obama taken by everyday Americans.)
But in her Technicolor dresses and famously buff bare arms, it's hard not to wonder if Michelle isn't daring us all to just roll with it, to be a little bolder at a time when the country could use all the courage it can muster. "You've got to make choices that make sense for you," she says, "because there's always going to be somebody who'll think you should do something differently." When prodded, she admits with a wry smile that there are moments when she misses her old, anonymous knock-around days. "It's a lot easier to live your life," she says, "when everything you do doesn't have a consequence."
But that path, at least for a while, is blocked. Just before our interview, she'd been out on the South Lawn walking Bo when she took a wrong turn. "We happen to walk past the gate where the visitors were coming, and I heard this 'Yeaaaa! It's Bo!' ... Bo is like, 'Who's calling me?' " She's laughing now at the spectacle of a dog who is world-famous, at a house trafficked by thousands of strangers every day, at a life in which every stroll can become a headline. "I was like, Oh, darn, I should have gone around the other way."
— With reporting by Jay Newton-Small and Karen Tumulty / Washington
Michelle Obama: a new type of First Lady
From The Times
November 5, 2008
Sarah Vine
That rather sad, muffled noise you hear behind the whoops and cheers of Democrat America is not the sound of defeated neocons mourning the passing of trickle-down economics; it is the sound of sobbing in the Élysée Palace. For Carla Bruni, reigning queen of First Ladies, the game is finally up. Cindy McCain would have been a push-over; even Sarah Palin she could have coped with, sexy specs or otherwise. But in Michelle Obama, Ms Bruni has truly met her match. This is a First Lady like none before.
In truth, from the moment Michelle Obama stepped on to that podium at the Democrat convention what seems like, ooh, about three million years ago, we all secretly knew which way this race was going. Sure, he had big, sticky-out ears; sure, all those luvvies made that embarrassing YouTube song about him; but if Michelle thought that he was OK — if she chose him — then he just had to be a good man.
Everything about this woman speaks to the modern, post-feminist woman: she is manifestly clever, independently minded, attractive in a normal, accessible way (and not in a scary, plastic-fantastic Cindy way). Her demeanour is a reassuring mixture of sassy and self-deprecating; her easy, confident dress sense neither too sexy nor too self-conscious. Most of all, however, she appears to be the personification of sanity, a woman who, while clearly supportive of her husband’s quest for world domination, is nevertheless not afraid to point out when he is danger of drinking too much of his own Kool-Aid.
The evolution of the role of First Lady is a fascinating one. Until now, they have essentially been available in two flavours. The first is the meek, supportive grin-and-bear-it model, as exemplified by Laura and Barbara Bush, Nancy Reagan and Mamie Eisenhower. Often Republican, invariably well-coiffed, they seem to simultaneously be at the centre of the action yet a million light years away from power. Often, this impression is grossly unfair. Laura Bush’s favourite writer, for example, is Dostoevsky — not that you would have known it from the press release: too intimidating, too intellectual for the wife of the man everyone wanted to share a Bud with.
The alternative is the two-for-the-price-of-one First Lady. These tend to be ball-breaking Democrats such as Eleanor Roosevelt and Hillary Clinton. They have their own careers, their own lives and their own minds.
There is one exception: Jackie Kennedy. She was pure style, a fashion clothes horse who still, 40 years on, has the power to inspire double-page spreads in Vogue magazine.
What makes Michelle unique is the way she so skilfully unites all three: supportive, independent and a fashion icon. Sarah Palin blew £90,000 on her campaign wardrobe but let’s face it, it is that blue shift dress that we all remember.
In the last American election, the big question was this: who would you most want to share a beer with? In this one, it was more like: who would you like to share a Martini with? The answer of course being Michelle. (Barack could maybe make himself useful by popping out for some crisps.) Michelle is not only invigoratingly intelligent, proud of her urbanity, but also unafraid of showing her abilities. She is certainly the only wife of a presidential candidate I can remember who, instead of playing herself down, played up the general uselessness of her husband in matters domestic — and in doing so not only held her ground intellectually but also reached out to all those women who, while devoted to their spouses, also find them slightly useless in matters of sock-tidying.
Perhaps the most exciting thing about Michelle however is what having a woman lawyer like her in the White House means. For it is not often one can go to sleep safe in the knowledge that there is an educated, intelligent, sensible female voice being heard in the corridors of power.
At the 2004 Democrat Convention in Boston, when the unknown Barack Obama stepped up to the plate to deliver the keynote speech, she famously said to him: “Don’t screw it up, buddy.” One cannot help hoping those words were repeated last night.
Copyright 2009 Times Newspapers Ltd.