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Monday, January 20, 2014

Scenes from Seattle in Remnick's Obama Profile

Posted by on Mon, Jan 20, 2014 at 11:51 AM

AIR FORCE ONE IN SEATTLE Thats the president waving goodbye the morning after his November fundraising visit.
  • Official White House Photo by Pete Souza
  • AIR FORCE ONE IN SEATTLE That's the president waving goodbye the morning after his November fundraising visit.

Eli linked to the part of Remnick's profile on the substantive policy issue facing Washington State—the pot question—but what about all the local color about the former president of Microsoft's art collection and the limousine designed by Batman? I don't pretend any of this is as newsworthy, but it's vivid and interesting stuff from Obama's tour through town in November.

Obama’s limousine, a Cadillac said to weigh as much as fifteen thousand pounds, is known as the Beast. It is armored with ceramic, titanium, aluminum, and steel to withstand bomb blasts, and it is sealed in case of biochemical attack. The doors are as heavy as those on a Boeing 757. The tires are gigantic “run-flats,” reinforced with Kevlar. A supply of blood matching the President’s type is kept in the trunk.

The Beast ascended the driveway of Jon Shirley, in the Seattle suburb of Medina, on Lake Washington. (Jeff Bezos and Bill Gates live in town, too.) Shirley earned his pile during the early days of high tech, first at Tandy and then, in the eighties, at Microsoft, where he served as president. Shirley’s lawn is littered with gargantuan modern sculptures. A Claes Oldenburg safety pin loomed in the dark...

Remnick sets the opulence of Shirley's art collection (which is amazing) against Obama's attempts to "find a language in which he could address the problem of growing inequality without being accused of class warfare."

Inside Shirley’s house, blue-chip works of modern art—paintings, sculpture, installations—were on every wall, in every corner: Katz, Kline, Klein, Pollock, Zhang Huan, Richter, Arp, Rothko, Close, Calder. The house measures more than twenty-seven thousand square feet. There are only two bedrooms. In the library, the President went through a familiar fund-raiser routine: a pre-event private “clutch,” where he shakes hands, makes small talk, and poses for pictures with an inner group—the host, the governor, the chosen.

Down the hall, in a room scaled like an airplane hangar, about seventy guests, having paid sixteen thousand dollars each to the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee kitty, ate dinner and waited...

If you've ever been in that room, you know "scaled like an airplane hangar" is exactly the way to describe it.

Obama stepped up to a platform and went to work. First ingratiation, then gratitude, then answers. He expressed awe at the sight of Mt. Rainier. Being in Seattle, he said, made him “feel the spirit of my mom,” the late Ann Dunham, who went to high school nearby, on Mercer Island. He praised his host’s hospitality. (“The only problem when I come to Jon’s house is I want to just kind of roam around and check stuff out, and instead I’ve got to talk.”)...

Throughout the piece, Remnick weaves the complicated philosophy of the man into the man's complicated interactions with folks he meets.

Even in front of West Coast liberals, he is always careful to disavow liberalism—the word, anyway. “I’m not a particularly ideological person,” Obama told Jon Shirley and his guests. “There’s things, some values I feel passionately about.” He said that these included making sure that everybody is “being treated with dignity or respect regardless of what they look like or what their last name is or who they love,” providing a strong defense, and “leaving a planet that is as spectacular as the one we inherited from our parents and our grandparents.” He continued, “So there are values I’m passionate about, but I’m pretty pragmatic when it comes to how we get there.”

Obama said he’d take some questions—in “boy, girl, boy, girl” order. He tried to rally the Democrats and expressed dismay with the opposition. (“There are reasonable conservatives and there are those who just want to burn down the house.”) He played both sides of the environment issues, rehearsing the arguments for and against the Keystone pipeline and sympathizing with the desire of China and India to lift millions out of poverty—but if they consume energy the way the United States has “we'll be four feet under water.” This is the archetypal Obama habit of mind and politics, the calm, professorial immersion in complexity played out in front of ardent supporters who crave a rallying cry. It's what compelled him to declare himself a non-pacifist as he was accepting the Nobel Peace Prize, in Oslo, and praise Ronald Reagan in a Democratic primary debate.

And that was the end of the performance. A few minutes later, the motorcade was snaking through the streets of suburban Seattle—kids in pajamas holding signs and sparklers, the occasional protester, Obama secured in the back seat of the Beast. He could hear nothing. The windows of his car are five inches thick.

The whole piece is like this. Definitely worth a read. Sorry this is the third post on Slog about it this morning. Some people love Super Bowls, some people love 16,000-word profiles of the president. America!

 

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Urgutha Forka 1
15,000 lbs. Hmm... I guess that could be correct. I would think at that weight a vehicle would start needing caterpillar tracks instead of wheels.

I'm not an engineer though so I have no idea.
Posted by Urgutha Forka on January 20, 2014 at 1:16 PM · Report this
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Thanks for posting this, a great read!
Posted by mayday on January 20, 2014 at 7:04 PM · Report this

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