Commentary: As the world waits for his arrival, the world keeps ...
By morning of this first day, even before he awoke, the overseas markets - the Nikkei, the DAX, the FTSE 100 - had moved and the world had changed. He kissed his wife and headed for the shower. While the water was running, the situation at Citigroup remained frightening, and when he did the math in his head, he realized that one of the biggest banks in America was broke.
He reached for a towel.
As he was dressing, tribes in the nether reaches of Afghanistan started to move toward the Pakistan border. In the Korengal Valley of Konar province, a U.S. helicopter had been downed and the Taliban were taking credit. In Pakistan itself, a terrorist group affiliated with al-Qaeda was recruiting scientists to infiltrate the country's top-secret nuclear weapons program.
His two daughters burst gleefully into the bedroom.
During the customary church service, more children died of cholera in Zimbabwe, and Darfur sunk further into misery. There were riots in Estonia, Latvia and Bulgaria, and some people suspected Russian instigation. Pakistan. Afghanistan. Failing state. Failed state. Nuclear weapons.
The minister was wrapping up his sermon.
Back at Blair House, he looked across the street at the White House. In New York, the markets had opened and nothing was as it once had been. As he looked out the window, 2,031 Americans were informed they had been laid off, more bankruptcies were declared, homes were foreclosed, charities galore went bust and on the cold streets, the number of homeless increased one by one.
He decided to change his tie.
Too many kids were not in school and too many were reading below grade level. The Chinese were not buying American debt. The Indians were about to follow. Chancellor Merkel in Germany would not enrich her stimulus plan and without it, Europe's largest economy was not pulling its weight. The Russians had turned on the gas to Ukraine, but they could turn it off again. U.S. troops were still dying in Iraq and troop levels were doubling in Afghanistan. This war would no longer be George Bush's.
Time for the customary coffee with the outgoing president and the first lady.
While he passed on the muffin, Speaker Pelosi was continuing to set her own agenda, unaccustomed, probably, to following the lead of a president. She was altering the mix of spending and tax cuts. The bank bailout was not succeeding but it was not failing either, and the incoming Treasury secretary had not paid all his taxes. The country was sinking into a debt so profound, so deep, that it was the monetary version of a black hole. You could throw the entire banking system into it and it would disappear.
He thanked the Bushes for the coffee.
During the 1.5-mile ride from the White House to the Capitol, the dollar moved against the yen, the euro moved against China's yuan and 1.2 million kids slipped out of school for some mayhem. North Korea was again threatening South Korea. Pyongyang said it had weaponized enough plutonium for four or five nuclear bombs. The truculent Israelis were still in Gaza and much of the world was treating Hamas as if it were a national liberation organization from the old days. He instinctively reached for his belt: no BlackBerry. So much information in so little space represented a constant warning of what could happen. Weapons, too, could be miniaturized. No flying armada needed. Just fanaticism. Just implacable hatred.
The inaugural stand was larger than he expected.
The Iranian nuclear program had advanced that morning. Soon, the Arab world would respond with programs of its own, a Sunni bomb for a Shiite bomb -- one unstable state after another with nuclear weapons. Mubarak was old; the Muslim Brotherhood patiently waited. Overnight in Washington, two more young men had been killed. The Earth was warming, running out of oil, not to mention patience. His kids had to adjust to school.
You could put a nuclear weapon on a ship off Tel Aviv. You could put it in a backpack. You could put anthrax in a canister disguised as bug spray. You could shut down Washington with a cyber attack. One of Osama bin Laden's older sons, Saad, had somehow gone from arrest in Iran to freedom in Pakistan. What did that mean? What were the Iranians up to? What were the Pakistanis up to? Most chilling of all, by far, was what the CIA had just told him about ... .
It was time.
He raised his hand.
"I, Barack Hussein Obama."
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