The Bridge: The Life and Rise of Barack Obama [NOOK Book]

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In this nuanced and complex portrait of Barack Obama, Pulitzer Prize-winner David Remnick offers a thorough, intricate, and riveting account of the unique experiences that shaped our nation’s first African American president.
 
Through extensive on-the-record interviews with friends and teachers, mentors and disparagers, family members and Obama himself, Remnick explores the elite institutions that first exposed Obama to social tensions, ...

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Overview

In this nuanced and complex portrait of Barack Obama, Pulitzer Prize-winner David Remnick offers a thorough, intricate, and riveting account of the unique experiences that shaped our nation’s first African American president.
 
Through extensive on-the-record interviews with friends and teachers, mentors and disparagers, family members and Obama himself, Remnick explores the elite institutions that first exposed Obama to social tensions, and the intellectual currents that contributed to his identity. Using America’s racial history as a backdrop for Obama’s own story, Remnick further reveals how an initially rootless and confused young man built on the experiences of an earlier generation of black leaders to become one of the central figures of our time.
 
Masterfully written and eminently readable, The Bridge is destined to be a lasting and illuminating work for years to come, by a writer with an unparalleled gift for revealing the historical significance of our present moment.

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Editorial Reviews

Gwen Ifill
Remnick deserves credit for telling Obama's story more completely than others, for lending a reporter's zeal to the task, for not ducking the discussion of race and for peeling back several layers of the onion that is Barack Obama.
—The Washington Post
Michiko Kakutani
…if the outlines of the story told in The Bridge are highly familiar, Mr. Remnick…has filled in those broad outlines with insight and nuance. He's used interviews with many of the formative figures in the president's life to add details to the narrative of his political and sentimental education…Writing with emotional precision and a sure knowledge of politics, Mr. Remnick situates Mr. Obama's career firmly within a historical context. He puts Mr. Obama's life and political philosophy in perspective with the civil rights movement that shaped his imagination, as well as the power politics of Chicago, and the politics of race as it has been played out, often nastily, on the state and national stages.
—The New York Times
Garry Wills
…Remnick examines in detail every aspect of Obama's life before his election as president…There is only a brief (five and a half pages) epilogue on the presidency…Yet the book's insights into Obama's character will be very useful for understanding the man's performance as president.
—The New York Times Book Review
Kirkus Reviews
From New Yorker editor Remnick (Reporting: Writings from The New Yorker, 2006, etc.), a world-ranging, eye-opening, comprehensive life to date of the 44th President of the United StatesWorld-ranging because, writes the author, "Barack Obama's family, broadly defined, is vast. It's multi-confessional, multiracial, multi-lingual, and multi-continental." One of his half brothers, born in Africa, lives in China; a cousin is a rabbi; other cousins are blond children of the prairie. Then there is his father, a promising economist with a drinking problem, and his mother, an anthropologist who left the young man with her parents in order to pursue her career. Obama, as Remnick's allusive title suggests, has served as a bridge among cultures and races, though his steadfast wish to be seen as a person of accomplishments who happens to be black does not neatly fit the pigeonholing that so many of his critics wish to entertain-notwithstanding Obama's evident delight at resisting categories. He makes another bridge, too, as Remnick cogently writes-a bridge to the past and to the bridges Dr. King crossed at Selma, Montgomery and Washington; a bridge, as a memoirist, to the rich history of African-American narrative. The author also delves into Obama's travels in Pakistan with a Muslim friend and his relationship with the firebrand preacher Jeremiah Wright, all of which fed into "the story of race in the [2008] campaign." Yet for all the potential political derailments his past and friendships might have caused, the author depicts Obama as a survivor, an adept practical politician and, most importantly, a leader who demands to be taken seriously. Remnick's fluent writing makes this expansive,significant book move along swiftly. Readers will look forward to the sequel, eight years from now. First printing of 200,000. Author tour to New York, Washington, D.C., Chicago, San Francisco, Los Angeles. Agent: Kathy Robbins/The Robbins Office
Publishers Weekly - Library Journal
Remnick (Lenin's Tomb), editor of the New Yorker, offers a detailed but lusterless account of Barack Obama's historic ascent. As a piece of "biographical journalism," the book succeeds ably enough and offers familiar commentary on Obama's cosmopolitan childhood with strains of isolation and abandonment straight out of David Copperfield-rootless, fatherless, with a loving but naïve and absent mother, he suffered racial taunts and humiliations at the hands of his schoolmates. We read how Obama's famous composure was hard-won, how he constructed his personality in opposition to his father's grandiose self-regard, his transformation from "Barry" to "Barack," the drug use, the burgeoning racial and political consciousness-rehashing events that the subject himself has covered in his frank memoirs. But for the scope (and size) of the book, Remnick's interest is ultimately limited to a study of Obama's relationship with blackness, and Obama as the student and fulfillment of the civil rights movement-it's a rich vein but impersonal, and in the author's handling, slightly repetitive. Remnick is in deeply respectful court scribe mode, but he does shine in his treatment of more peripheral characters such as Jesse Jackson and Hillary Clinton, both of whom emerge as figures of Shakespearian psychological complexity. A well-researched biography that pulls many trends of Obama-ology under its umbrella but stints on fresh interpretations.
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From the Publisher
“If you care about American politics, you have to read The Bridge.” –Salon
 
“Writing with emotional precision and a sure knowledge of politics, Mr. Remnick situates Mr. Obama’s career firmly within a historical context.” –Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times
 
“A brilliantly constructed, flawlessly written biography.” – Douglas Brinkley, The Los Angeles Times
 
“Exhaustively researched…Remnick has many important additions and corrections to make to our reading of “Dreams From My Father”…The book’s insights into Obama’s character will be very useful for understanding the man’s performance as president.” –Garry Wills, The New York Times Book Review
 
“An expansive work…Recounting a pivotal March 2007 speech in Selma, Remnick writes that Obama’s words were ‘at once personal, tribal, national and universal.’ The same can be said of The Bridge.” –Time
 
“Remnick deserves credit for telling Obama’s story more completely than others, for lending a reporter’s zeal to the task, for not ducking the discussion of race and for peeling back several layers of the onion that is Barack Obama.” –The Washington Post 
 
“What Remnick brings to a complex story are the tools of an exceptional reporter: persistence, curiosity, insight. He weaves in hours of on-the-record interviews with schoolmates, teachers, mentors, advisers and scholars…rich in reflections and refractions.” –Bloomberg.com
 
“Superb. Beautifully written and artfully constructed.” –The Economist
 
“Eminently readable…the great achievement of the book is that Remnick manages to say something different…Remnick himself is a bridge—to seeing fresh a man we think we know but only now, in his hard days in the White House, are beginning to understand.” –The Boston Globe
 
“An insightful, nuanced look at the making of the 44ths president, placing his career in the context of history.” –Chicago Tribune

 “There are a few people of such skill that envy gives way to admiration, and one is left feeling not hostility but respect. Remnick is one of those exceptional practitioners…Remnick's biography depends not on nuggets but on his characteristically dispassionate, richly observed assessment of his subject. Without sermonizing or sentimentalizing, Remnick sheds light on the complicated role of race in Obama's rise and victory and, perhaps most relevantly, in the conduct of his presidency.” –Jonathan Meacham, Newsweek

“Ambitious and well executed…It’s fair and high-minded, sensitive but dispassionate, admiring but never fawning…It’s this mix of intellect, fact, and feeling that distinguish Remnick’s assessment of Obama’s victory.”–Time Out New York

“His work will serve as a building block for all future works on Obama…lovely and assured.” Entertainment Weekly

"What Remnick brings to a complex story are the tools of an exceptional reporter: persistence, curiosity, insight. He weaves in hours of on-the-record interviews with schoolmates, teachers, mentors, advisers and scholars…rich in reflections and refractions." –Bloomberg.com

"Superb. Beautifully written and artfully constructed." –The Economist

"Eminently readable…the great achievement of the book is that Remnick manages to say something different…Remnick himself is a bridge—to seeing fresh a man we think we know but only now, in his hard days in the White House, are beginning to understand." –The Boston Globe

"An insightful, nuanced look at the making of the 44ths president, placing his career in the context of history." –Chicago Tribune

"Energetic…offers shrewd insights…Some of the best pages in the book are [Remnick’s] sustained reappraisal of Obama’s memoir.’ –The New York Review

"No other book to date is better at revealing the roots and personality of Barack Obama. Remnick has set a lofty bar for future biographers." –Library Journal

"A world-ranging, eye-opening, comprehensive life to date of the 44th President." –Kirkus

"A lively and enjoyable biography that is likely to remain definitive…Remnick should already be planning a sequel." –Washington Monthly

“Remnick’s views have the capacity to jolt…like his subject, Remnick wields a skilful and nuanced pen. None, except those who (somewhat unsubtly) want to ‘take America back’, could fail to be moved.” –The Financial Times

“Has many important additions and corrections to make to our reading of Dreams from My Father.” –New York Times Book Review 100 Notable Books of 2010
 
“A balanced, highly readable and well-researched account.” –Financial Times non-fiction favorites of 2010

“Beautifully written, artfully constructed and full of new detail about the president.” –The Economist

“A truly masterful account.” –The Daily Beast

Library Journal
Finally, a book with answers about President Obama's childhood, his upbringing in Indonesia and Kansas, his elitist education, his work as an author and community organizer, his relationships with Hillary Clinton, Jeremiah Wright, and others—all that and more is covered here. Pulitzer Prize-winning author/The New Yorker editor Remnick was given extraordinary access to the First Family and all those involved in working both for and against Obama's extraordinary rise to the presidency. Narrator Mark Deakins (The Hunted) delivers an excellent performance, especially in his re-creation of key speeches. From his timing to his timbre, he sounds just like the President. Listeners wishing to follow up on Remnick's citations might prefer the print edition for the immediate access to the bibliography it affords; all others will find this audio edition superior owing to Deakins's superb narration. Highly recommended; essential for political junkies. [The New York Times best-selling Knopf hc also received a starred review, LJ Xpress Reviews, 4/2/10.—Ed.]—Cliff Glaviano, formerly with Bowling Green State Univ. Libs., OH
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307594709
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/6/2010
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 672
  • Sales rank: 488,635
  • File size: 8 MB

Meet the Author

David Remnick

David Remnick was a reporter for The Washington Post for ten years, including four in Moscow. He joined The New Yorker as a writer in 1992 and has been the magazine’s editor since 1998. His last book was King of the World, a biography of Muhammad Ali, which was selected by Time as the top nonfiction book of 1998. Lenin’s Tomb: The Last Days of the Soviet Empire won a Pulitzer Prize in 1994.

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Prologue

The Joshua Generation


Brown Chapel
Selma, Alabama

This is how it began, the telling of a story that changed America.

At midday on March 4, 2007, Barack Obama, the junior senator from Illinois, was scheduled to speak at Brown Chapel, in Selma, Alabama. His campaign for President was barely a month old, and he had come South prepared to confront, for the first time, the Democratic frontrunner, Hillary Clinton. He planned to discuss in public what so many believed would ultimately be his undoing—his race, his youth, his “exotic” background. “Who is Barack Obama?” Barack Hussein Obama? From now until Election Day, his opponents, Democratic and Republican, would ask the question on public platforms, in television and radio commercials, often insinuating a disqualifying otherness about the man: his childhood in Hawaii and Indonesia; his Kenyan father; his Kansas- born, yet cosmopolitan, mother.

Obama’s answer to that question helped form the language and distinctiveness of his campaign. Two years out of the Illinois State Senate and barely free of his college loans, Obama entered the Presidential race with a serious, yet unexceptional, set of center- left policy positions. They were not radically different from Clinton’s, save on the crucial question of the Iraq war. Nor did he possess an impressive résumé of executive experience or legislative accomplishment. But who Obama was, where he came from, how he came to understand himself, and, ultimately, how he managed to project his own temperament and personality as a reflection of American ambitions and hopes would be at the center of his rhetoric and appeal. In addition to his political views, what Obama proposed as the core of his candidacy was a self—a complex, cautious, intelligent, shrewd, young African-American man. He was not a great man yet by any means, but he was the promise of greatness. There, in large measure, was the wellspring of his candidacy, its historical dimension and conceit, and there was no escaping its gall. Obama himself used words like “presumptuous” and “audacious.”

In Selma, Obama prepared to nominate himself as the inheritor of the most painful of all American struggles, the struggle of race: not race as invoked by his predecessors in electoral politics or in the civil- rights movement, not race as an insistence on ethnicity or redress; rather, Obama would make his biracial ancestry a metaphor for his ambition to create a broad coalition of support, to rally Americans behind a narrative of moral and political progress. He was not necessarily the hero of that narrative, but he just might be its culmination. In the months to come, Obama borrowed brazenly from the language and imagery of an epochal American movement and applied it to a campaign for the Presidency.

The city of Selma clusters around the murky waters of the Alabama River. Selma had been a prosperous manufacturing center and an arsenal for the Confederate Army. Now it is a forlorn place of twenty thousand souls. Broad Street ordinarily lacks all but the most listless human traffic. African Americans live mostly in modest houses, shotgun shacks, and projects on the east side of town; whites tend to live, more prosperously, on the west side.

Selma’s economy experiences a burst of vitality during the annual flowerings of historical memory. The surviving antebellum plantation houses are, for the most part, kept up for the few tourists who still come. In mid- April, Civil War buffs arrive in town to commemorate the Confederate dead in a re- enactment of the Battle of Selma, where, in 1865, a Confederate general, a particularly sadistic racist named Nathan Bedford Forrest, suffered defeat. The blacks in town do not share in the mood of Confederate nostalgia. An almost entirely black housing project just outside of town was, for decades, named for General Forrest, who had traded slaves and became Grand Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan.

After the Civil War, black students came to Selma University, a small Bible college, and the town—a town of churches—became renowned as a center of African- American preaching. Selma, Ralph Abernathy wrote in his memoirs, “was to many of us the ‘Capital of the Black Belt,’ a place where intelligent young people and learned elders gathered.” At the same time, because of the grip of Jim Crow, Selma was, as late as the nineteensixties, a place of literacy tests and poll taxes; almost no blacks were able to register to vote. Surrounded by disdainful white registrars, they were made to answer questions like “How many bubbles are there in a bar of soap?”

The local sheriff, Jim Clark, was in the grotesque folkloric mold of Birmingham’s Bull Connor; he wore a button reading “Never” on his uniform and could be relied upon to take the most brutal measures against any sign of anti- segregationist protest—which is why, as the civil-rights movement developed, the grassroots leaders of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (S.C.L.C.) made Selma a test case in the struggle for voting rights.

On January 2, 1965, Martin Luther King, Jr., came to Brown Chapel, a brick citadel of the African Methodist Episcopal Church, and told the congregation that Selma had become a “symbol of bitter-end resistance to the civil-rights movement in the Deep South.” Just as Montgomery had been the focus of the first bus boycotts and the struggle for civil rights and equal access to public facilities, Selma, King and his comrades decided, would be the battleground for voting rights.

Barack Obama had been invited to Selma more than a month before the anniversary event by his friend John Lewis, a veteran congressman from Atlanta. In his late sixties, portly and bald, Lewis was known around Capitol Hill and in the African-American community less as a legislator than as a popularly elected griot, a moral exemplar and a wizened truthteller of the civil-rights movement. During the long “conservative darkness,” from the first Reagan inaugural onward, Lewis said, it was especially “hard and essential” to keep progressive politics alive. “And the only way to do that was to keep telling the story,” he said.While King was organizing for the S.C.L.C. in Alabama, Lewis had been the chairman of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (sncc). Lewis was present at nearly every important march. He was at King’s side at the front of countless demonstrations and in meetings with John Kennedy and Lyndon Johnson in the Oval Office. He was the youngest—and most militant—of the many speakers at the March on Washington in 1963; now he was the only one among them still alive. People called John Lewis a hero every day of his life, but now he was feeling quite unheroic, unsure whom to support: the Clintons, who had “never disappointed” him over the years, or a young and talented man who had introduced himself to the country with a thrilling speech at the 2004 Democratic Convention in Boston. At first, Lewis signaled to Obama that he would be with him, but the Clintons and their circle were appealing to his sense of friendship and loyalty—and they were almost as hard to resist as the lure of history. Feeling acute pressure, Lewis promised both the Clintons and Obama that he would soon have “an executive session with myself” and decide.

For Lewis, growing up in Pike County, Alabama, Jim Crow was like a familiar but ominous neighbor. As a boy, he wanted to leave so badly that he dreamed of making a wooden bus out of the pine trees that surrounded his family’s house and riding it all the way to California. His parents were sharecroppers and he was one of ten children. He wanted to be a preacher, and, to practice, he declaimed sermons to the chickens in the coop in the backyard. He preached to them weekdays and Sundays alike, marrying the roosters and hens, presiding over funerals for the dead. (“There was something magical, almost mystical, about that moment when those dozens and dozens of chickens, all wide awake, were looking straight at me, and I was looking back at them, all of us in total, utter silence. It felt very spiritual, almost religious.”)

In 1955, Lewis listened on the radio to a young preacher from Atlanta giving a sermon called “Paul’s Letter to the American Christians.” The preacher, Martin Luther King, Jr., spoke in the voice of the apostle Paul addressing Christians, white Christians, condemning them for a lack of compassion toward their black brothers and sisters. As he listened to the sermon, Lewis wanted to become a minister like Dr. King. Later that year, he joined a movement that started when a department store clerk in Montgomery named Rosa Parks was arrested after she refused to change her seat on the Cleveland Avenue bus. As a seminarian at Troy State, Lewis took workshops in nonviolent resistance and joined the drive to integrate lunch counters and bus- station waiting rooms in Nashville and other Southern towns and cities. He passed out the axioms of Jesus, Gandhi, Thoreau, and King to his fellow demonstrators even as he was being taunted as an agitator, a “nigger,” a “coon,” as teenaged thugs flicked lighted cigarettes at his neck. As a Freedom Rider, Lewis was nearly killed at the Greyhound station in Rock Hill, South Carolina. Getting beaten, arrested, and jailed became a kind of routine, his regular service, and, after each incident, he would rest a little, as if all he had done was to put in a decent day’s labor:


Some of the deepest, most delicious moments of my life were getting out of jail in a place like Americus,  or Hattiesburg, or Selma— especially Selma—and finding my way to the nearest Freedom House, taking a good long shower, putting on a pair of jeans and a fresh shirtand going to some little Dew  Drop Inn, some little side of-the-road juke joint where I’d order a hamburger or cheese sandwich and a cold  soda and walk over to that jukebox and stand there with a quarter in my hand, and look over every song on  that box because this choice had to be just right. . . . and then I would finally drop that quarter in and punch up Marvin Gaye or Curtis Mayfield or Aretha, and I would sit down with my sandwich, and I would  let that music wash over me, just wash right through me. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt anything so sweet.


John Lewis knew Selma, knew all its little streets, the churches, the cafés, the Hotel Albert, the paved roads in the white parts of town, the shanties and the George Washington Carver projects where the blacks lived. He knew Jim Clark, the sheriff, of course, and the mayor, Joe Smitherman, who, although less virulent than Clark, slipped and spoke of “Martin Luther Coon.” Even after the Civil Rights Act of 1964, there were few places in Selma where black people could meet safely, especially if it was known that they were meeting for political purposes. They got together at a couple of modest restaurants—Clay & Liston’s, Walker’s Café sometimes—but mostly they gathered at Brown Chapel and at the First Baptist Church, just down the street.

At the rallies and services at Brown Chapel, most of the speakers were from the S.C.L.C. or sncc, the Urban League or the N.A.A.C.P.—the mainstream groups of the civil- rights movement—but Malcolm X, too, had his turn in the pulpit. In early February, 1965, while King sat in a Selma jail cell, Malcolm spoke in Selma, warning, “I think the people in this part of the world would do well to listen to Dr. Martin Luther King and give him what he’s asking for and give it to him fast, before some other factions come along and try to do it another way.”

King had received the Nobel Prize for Peace in December, and he described the “creative battle” that “twenty- two million Negroes” were waging against “the starless midnight of racism.” Now, in early February, he wrote a letter from his Selma jail cell that ran as an advertisement in the
New York Times:

Dear Friends,
When the King of Norway participated in awarding the Nobel Peace Prize to me he surely did not think that in less than sixty days I would be in jail . . . By jailing hundreds of Negroes, the city of Selma, Alabama, has revealed the persisting ugliness of segregation to the nation and the world. When the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was passed many decent Americans were lulled into complacency because they thought the day of difficult struggle was over. Why are we in jail? Have you ever been required to answer 100 questions on government, some abstruse even to a political science specialist, merely to vote? Have you ever stood in line with over a hundred others and after waiting an entire day seen less than ten given the qualifying test?

THIS IS SELMA, ALABAMA. THERE ARE MORE NEGROES IN JAIL WITH ME THAN THERE ARE ON THE VOTING ROLLS.

But apart from voting rights, merely to be a person in Selma is not easy. When reporters asked Sheriff Clark if a woman defendant was married, he replied, “She’s a nigger woman and she hasn’t got a Miss or Mrs. in front of her name.”

This is the U.S.A. in 1965. We are in jail simply because we cannot tolerate these conditions for ourselves or our nation . . .

Sincerely,
Martin Luther King, Jr.

King was released soon afterward, but Sheriff Clark and his men went on attacking the voting- rights protesters in town, shocking them with cattle prods, throwing them in jail. Since the day King arrived in Selma, Clark’s men had jailed four thousand men and women. Lewis gave a handwritten statement to reporters in Selma saying that Clark had proved himself “basically no different from a Gestapo officer during the Fascist slaughter of the Jews.” At a confrontation on the steps of the Selma court - house, he punched one of King’s allies, the Reverend C. T. Vivian, in the mouth so hard that he broke a finger. Then he arrested Vivian. “Would a fiction writer,” King wrote a few weeks later in the New York Times, “have the temerity to invent a character wearing a sheriff’s badge at the head of a helmeted posse who punched a clergyman in the mouth and then proudly boasted: ‘If I hit him, I don’t know it.’ ”

At a nighttime rally in the nearby town of Marion, a state trooper shot a young Army veteran and pulpwood worker named Jimmie Lee Jackson twice in the stomach. ( Jackson had attempted to register to vote five times.) In the same skirmish, Jackson’s mother, Viola, was beaten, and his eighty-two- year-old grandfather, Cager Lee, was injured, too, but declared himself ready for the next demonstration. Jackson lingered for several days, then died.

At the funeral, in Brown Chapel, King declared, “Jimmie Lee Jackson is speaking to us from the casket and he is saying to us that we must substitute courage for caution. . . . We must not be bitter, and we must not harbor ideas of retaliating with violence.” James Bevel, one of the youngest leaders of sncc, suggested that the movement lead a march, from Selma to the capital, Montgomery, place Jimmie Lee Jackson’s casket on the steps of the capitol, and demand justice from the governor, George C. Wallace. Earlier that month, Bevel had been beaten with a nightstick by Sheriff Clark, thrown into a jail cell, and pummeled with cold water from a hose.

When Governor Wallace heard reports about what King and the others were planning, he told his aides, “I’m not gonna have a bunch of niggers walking along a highway in this state as long as I’m governor.” Over the years, Lewis has told the story of the afternoon of March 7, 1965—“Bloody Sunday”—hundreds of times. He tells it best in his memoir, Walking with the Wind: I can’t count the number of marches I have participated in in my lifetime, but there was something peculiar about this one. It was more than disciplined. It was somber and subdued, almost like a funeral procession. . . .

There was no singing, no shouting—just the sound of scuffling feet. There was something holy about it, as if we were walking down a sacred path. It reminded me of Gandhi’s march to the sea. Dr. King used to say there is nothing more powerful than the rhythm of marching feet, and that was what this was, the marching feet of a determined people. That was the only sound you could hear. Lewis and a young comrade from the S.C.L.C., Hosea Williams, led the march—a huge, double- file line of six hundred people. Lewis was twenty-five at the time, a slight, shy, yet determined figure in a tan raincoat with a knapsack on his back containing a book, a toothbrush, and a couple of pieces of fruit (“in case I got hungry in jail”). Lewis and Williams led the crowd from Brown Chapel, past a housing project, and toward the arching span of the Edmund Pettus Bridge. (Pettus was the last Confederate general to serve in the U.S. Senate.) At the crest of the bridge, Lewis and Williams came to a halt. Six hundred men, women, and children stopped behind them.

There facing us at the bottom of the other side, stood a sea of bluehelmeted, blue-uniformed Alabama state troopers, line after line of them, dozens of battle- ready lawmen stretched from one side of U.S. Highway 80 to the other. . . . On one side of the road I could see a crowd of about a hundred whites, laughing and hollering, waving Confederate flags.

Hosea Williams looked down into the water and asked Lewis, “Can you swim?” He could not.

Again, they started forward. As Lewis recalled, “The only sounds were our footsteps on the bridge and the snorting of a horse ahead of us.” The troopers slipped gas masks over their heads. Behind them were many more white men; Clark had deputized volunteers from around Dallas County, a posse armed with whips and nightsticks. One even brandished a rubber hose wrapped with barbed wire.

The officer in charge, Major John Cloud, told Lewis that the protesters made up an “unlawful assembly” that was “not conducive to the public safety.” Cloud ordered Lewis and Williams to turn around and “go back to your church or to your homes.”

“May we have a word with the Major?” Williams asked.

“There is no word to be had,” Cloud said and gave them two minutes to disperse.

Lewis knew that to advance would be too aggressive, to retreat impossible. And so he said to Hosea Williams, “We should kneel and pray.” They turned around and passed the word. Hundreds got to their knees.

But within sixty or seventy seconds of the order to disperse, Cloud lost his patience and ordered his men, “Troopers, advance!” Lewis remembered the terrible sound of the troopers approaching:

The clunk of the troopers’ heavy boots, the whoops of rebel yells from the white onlookers, the clip- clop of horses’ hooves hitting the hard asphalt of the highway, the voice of a woman shouting, “Get ’em! Get the niggers!”

And then they were upon us. The first of the troopers came over me, a large, husky man. Without a word, he swung his club against the left side of my head. I didn’t feel any pain, just the thud of the blow, and my legs giving way. I raised an arm—a reflex motion—as I curled up in the “prayer for protection” position. And then the same trooper hit me again. And everything started to spin.

I heard something that sounded like gunshots. And then a cloud of smoke rose all around us.

Tear gas.

I’d never experienced tear gas before. This, I would learn later, was a particularly toxic form called C-4, made to induce nausea. I began choking, coughing. I couldn’t get air into my lungs. I felt as if I was taking my last breath. If there was ever a time in my life for me to panic, it should have been then. But I didn’t. I remember how strangely calm I felt as I thought, This is it. People are going to die here. I’m going to die here.

Dozens of demonstrators were carried off to Good Samaritan Hospital, the biggest black hospital in Selma. The rest retreated to Brown Chapel, running, stumbling, gasping for breath. Some stopped and tried to flush out their stinging eyes with water from puddles in the street. The police and the vigilantes kept chase until—and sometimes past—the church door. At First Baptist, a vigilante threw a teenaged protester through a church window. At Brown Chapel, the pews were filled with bleeding, weeping people.

John Lewis had a fractured skull. His raincoat was splattered with mud and his own blood. But he was still conscious, and somehow moving. He refused to go to Good Samaritan and headed for Brown Chapel instead. Once inside, he stepped to the pulpit and said to his fellow demonstrators, “I don’t know how President Johnson can send troops to Vietnam. I don’t see how he can send troops to the Congo. I don’t see how he can send troops to Africa, and he can’t send troops to Selma, Alabama.”

“Tell it!” the marchers shouted. “Go on!”

“Next time we march,” Lewis declared, “we may have to keep going when we get to Montgomery. We may have to go on to Washington.”

That night, at around 9 p.m. on the East Coast, ABC television broke into its broadcast of the film “Judgment at Nuremberg,” for what the announcer called “a long film report of the assault on Highway 80.” The ABC audience that night was huge—around forty- eight million–-and the newscast lasted fifteen minutes before the film resumed.

Bloody Sunday was likely the most important act of nonviolent resistance since 1930, when Mahatma Gandhi led seventy- eight other satyagrahis (truth-force activists) in a twenty- three-day march from his ashram to the coastal town of Dandi in protest against the British government and the colonial tax on salt. For millions of Americans, the sight of peaceful protesters being clubbed and gassed in Selma disturbed the foundations of American indifference no less than Gandhi inspired Indians and unnerved the British.

On March 15th, before a joint session of Congress, President Johnson delivered the most ringing endorsement of civil rights ever by a sitting President. In his first twenty years in the House and Senate, from 1937 to 1957, Johnson had voted against all kinds of bills proposing to help blacks, including anti lynching measures. As Robert Caro makes clear in his multivolume biography of Johnson, L.B.J. had been profoundly affected by his experience as a young man in Cotulla, Texas, teaching poor Mexican-American children, but it was only in the mid-fifties —when, as Caro writes, his “ambition and compassion were finally pointing in the same direction”—that he allowed himself to start working in behalf of civil rights. By 1965, the white supremacists in Congress were weak; Johnson had crushed Barry Goldwater in the 1964 election; the balance of power was shifting, making a bill possible. That night, Johnson said, “At times, history and fate meet at a single time in a single place to shape a turning point in man’s unending search for freedom. So it was at Lexington and Concord. So it was a century ago at Appomattox. So it was last week in Selma, Alabama.” Johnson’s  Justice Department had drafted a bill two days before Bloody Sunday. He said that, even if the country could double its wealth and “conquer the stars,” if it proved “unequal to this issue, then we will have failed as a people and as a nation.” The votingrights act that he was introducing, he said, would prove insufficient if it allowed the country to relax in its pursuit of justice for the men and women whose forebears had come to America in slave ships:

What happened in Selma is part of a far larger movement, which reaches into every section and state of America. It is the effort of American Negroes to secure for themselves the full blessings of American life.

Their cause must be our cause, too. Because it is not just Negroes, but really it is all of us who must overcome the crippling legacy of bigotry and injustice. And we shall overcome.

Watching Johnson that night on television in Selma, King wept. Six days later, on March 21st, King, Lewis, and thousands of others set out from Brown Chapel on a peaceful march to Montgomery, the “Cradle of the Confederacy.” When, five days later, they reached the capital and its government square, King spoke to the crowd as Governor Wallace peeked through the blinds of his office. King declared that segregation was “on its deathbed.” Bombings, church fires, or the beating of clergymen would not deter them. “We are on the move now!” King said. And his aim, “our aim,” was not to defeat or humiliate the white man, but, rather, to “win his friendship and understanding” and achieve a society “that can live with its conscience”:

I know you are asking today, “How long will it take?” . . . I come to say to you this afternoon, however difficult the moment, however frustrating the hour, it will not be long because truth pressed to the earth will rise again.

How long? Not long, because no lie can live forever.
How long? Not long, because you shall reap what you sow. . . .
How long? Not long, because the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.

This last refrain became Barack Obama’s favorite quotation. He was three when it was uttered. Over the years, Obama read the leading texts of the black liberation movement: the slave narratives; the speeches of Frederick Douglass, Sojourner Truth, Marcus Garvey, Martin Luther King, Fannie Lou Hamer, Ella Baker, and Malcolm X; the crucial court opinions of desegregation; John Lewis’s memoir. Scenes of the movement’s most terrifying and triumphant moments—dogs tearing at marchers, King on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, his assassination on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel, in Memphis—unspooled in his mind in “black and white,” he said, exciting his imagination and deepening his longing for a firm identification with African- American community and history and for a sense of purpose in his life. Obama’s racial identity was both provided and chosen; he pursued it, learned it. Surrounded by a loving white mother and sympathetic white grandparents, and raised mainly on a multicultural island where the one missing hue was his own, Obama had to claim that identity after willful study, observation, even presumption. On a visit to Chicago during law school, Obama, a friend noticed, was reading Parting the Waters, the first volume of Taylor Branch’s magnificent history of the civil-rights movement. Only a few years earlier, he had endured a tumultuous inner struggle about his identity, but Obama nodded at the book and said with absolute confidence, “Yes, it’s my story.”

In January, 2007, a month before Obama formally declared his candidacy for President, the polls indicated that Hillary Clinton had a firm hold on the African-American vote. At that time, not all African- Americans knew who Obama was; among those who did, many were either wary of another symbolic black candidacy, another Shirley Chisholm or Jesse Jackson, or loyal to the Clintons.

African-Americans know that their votes are especially crucial in the nominating process. “The Negro potential for political power is now substantial,” Dr. King wrote in 1963, in Why We Can’t Wait. “In South Carolina, for example, the 10,000-vote margin that gave President Kennedy his victory in 1960 was the Negro vote. . . . Consider the political power that would be generated if the million Americans who marched in 1963 also put their energy directly into the electoral process.” King’s prediction, which preceded passage of the Voting Rights Act and the registration of many hundreds of thousands more black voters, became an axiom of Democratic Party politics. No one knew this calculus better than Bill Clinton. A white Southerner, Clinton had read black writers and had black friends—a sharp difference from nearly all of his predecessors. The syndicated black radio host Tom Joyner recalled how Clinton awarded Rosa Parks the Congressional Medal of Freedom in 1996, and, at the ceremony, Jessye Norman led the audience in “Lift Every Voice and Sing,” the James Weldon Johnson hymn commonly known as the Negro national anthem. “Every living black dignitary was in the audience that great day and everyone stood and sang the first verse loudly and proudly,” Joyner recalled. “As we got to the second verse, the singing got faint. Most of us left it up to Miss Norman, who had the words in front of her. The only person in the room who sang every word of every verse by heart was Bill Clinton. By the third verse, he and Jessye Norman were doing a duet.”

Writing in The New Yorker in 1998, in the midst of the Monica Lewinsky scandal and the sanctimony parade that followed, Toni Morrison remarked that Bill Clinton, “white skin notwithstanding,” had been the “first black president,” a Southerner born poor, a “saxophone- playing, McDonald’s- and-junk food-loving boy,” the first national leader to have a real affinity for and ease with African- American friends, churches, and communities.

In January, according to a Washington Post/ABC poll, Hillary Clinton was ahead among African- Americans three to one. Obama had failed so far to win support from civil-rights leaders. There was a constant stream of negative talk in public forums and on the Internet, trash talk about his patriotism, his left-wing associations, how he’d been schooled and indoctrinated at an Indonesian madrassa. Some civil-rights leaders of the older generation, like Jackson and the Reverend Al Sharpton, who were worried about being surpassed by a new generation, betrayed their anxieties by trying to instruct Barack Obama on the question of genuine blackness. “Just because you are our color doesn’t make you our kind,” Sharpton said.

Obama and his closest aides recalled that he had been in a similar position at the start of the Illinois Senate race in 2004, with many urban blacks more comfortable, at first, with machine politicians and many whites more comfortable with just about anyone but a black man with a foreignsounding name that rhymed with the first name of the most notorious terrorist in the world. “We’d been in the same place before,” David Axelrod, Obama’s chief strategist, recalled. “But one of the most important things you face in a Presidential campaign is the fact that there is almost a year between the announcement and the first real contest, in the Iowa caucuses, and so you have a whole series of surrogate contests in the interim.” Selma was the first of those surrogate contests. One week before the event, the Clinton campaign learned that Obama was speaking at Brown Chapel. They hurriedly made arrangements for Hillary Clinton to speak three blocks down the street, at First Baptist Church. Artur Davis, an African- American congressman from Alabama and a friend of Obama’s, said that Hillary Clinton knew she had to come to Selma: “There was no better place than this stage to make a statement about her seriousness in contesting the black vote.” The former President would come, too, and be inducted into the National Voting Rights Museum’s “hall of fame.”

Bill Clinton was wise enough to know that in Selma Hillary could emerge from the day’s news cycle with, at best, an undramatic, gaffe-less draw. He had been counseled to keep his remarks to a minimum in Selma lest he draw attention from his wife. When he and Hillary spoke side by side at the funeral of Coretta Scott King, in February, 2006, he had been masterly, heartfelt, as good, many felt, as any of the best black preachers in the pulpit that day. By comparison, Hillary, speaking just after him, was stiff, awkward, routine. When Bill Clinton read the comparative accounts of their speeches, he told me that he said to Hillary, “If we both spoke at the Wellesley reunion, you’d probably get a better reception. You can’t pay any attention to this. This is my life. I grew up in these churches. I knew more people by their first name in that church than at the end of my freshman year. This is my life. You don’t have to be better at this than me. You got to be better than whoever.”

At First Baptist, Hillary Clinton spoke earnestly and well. (Her husband did not attend the speech.) Her goal was to project the movement forward and to place herself within its mainstream. “After all the hard work getting rid of literacy tests and poll taxes, we’ve got to stay awake because we’ve got a march to continue,” she said in her speech. “How can we rest while poverty and inequality continue to rise?”

Clinton tied the history of Selma and civil rights to a narrative of American emancipation, generalizing its lessons and implications to include herself. The Voting Rights Act, she insisted, was a triumph for all men and women. “Today it is giving Senator Obama the chance to run for President,” she said. “And, by its logic and spirit, it is giving the same chance to Governor Bill Richardson to run as a Hispanic. And, yes, it is giving me that chance, too.” The writing was, at times, more convincing than the delivery, especially when Clinton, a daughter of northern Illinois, began dropping her “g”s and channeling her inner Blanche DuBois. Where had that accent come from? Some of Obama’s black critics, especially those steeped in the church and the lineage of civil-rights- era speakers, said that he did not have a natural gift for the pulpit, either, that his attempts at combining the rhetoric of the sacred and the street—a traditional language of liberation and exhortation—sometimes sounded forced. But it took no expert to hear the extra effort in Clinton’s voice. She was sincere, she was trying, but she did not win the day in Selma.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Table of Contents

Prologue: The Joshua Generation 3

Part 1

1 A Complex Fate 29

2 Surface and Undertow 69

3 Nobody Knows My Name 98

Part 2

4 Black Metropolis 125

5 Ambition 182

6 A Narrative of Ascent 219

Part 3

7 Somebody Nobody Sent 259

8 Black Enough 307

9 The Wilderness Campaign 334

10 Reconstruction 355

11 A Righteous Wind 384

Part 4

12 A Slight Madness 417

13 The Sleeping Giant 467

14 In the Racial Funhouse 496

15 The Book of Jeremiah 517

Part 5

16 "How Long? Not Long" 541

17 To the White House 561

Epilogue 581

Epilogue to the Vintage Edition 587

Debts and Sources 593

Notes 599

Bibliography 623

Index 631

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  • Posted April 17, 2010

    Reawakens My Enthusiasm and Respect for Barack Obama.

    I felt so refreshed after finishing this book. I had been feeling disheartened and worried that so many of us seem to wish our president, and hence out nation, to fail. Now I feel confident that Obama will be among the top rank of US presidents, whatever the ignoramuses Limbaugh, Beck, Hannity, O'Reilly and the FoxNews dittoheads think. We are very fortunate to have such a balanced and brilliant man at the helm. I hope that many millions of Americans will read this informative, entertaining and at times very funny book.
    David Remnick is an eminently qualified author. Not only has he won the Pulitzer Prize for his writing but he is the editor of America's most respected literary weekly, The New Yorker. At almost 600 pages the book is long, but it's so well written it flies by. I finished it in four days! Thank you, Mr. Remnick! My hat's off to you... Go-bama!

    19 out of 30 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 6, 2010

    Very Boring Read

    We've all heard President Obama's story on the news a hundred times. It is intresting, yes, but I was looking for a more intresting take on his life. This book provides a boring outlook on President Obama's life and is very unoriginal. If the author, David Remnick, could have used a more intresing angle on this story, it might be a more intresting read. I don't recommend this book, as many other books are more touching and have the ability to enlighten you.

    13 out of 34 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 8, 2010

    We are all paying for Obama's past

    Although I completely agree with the previous reviewer about the author's poor writing and about how boring this book is, it is somehow enlightening to rediscover the reasons for Obama's resentment, corruption, and frustrations. Unfortunately, we are all paying for it.

    10 out of 39 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 27, 2010

    Same old spin.

    Same propaganda, different source.

    5 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 7, 2010

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    Intelligent, thought-provoking, emotional

    A masterful story teller, Remnick gives voice to the people (current and past), events (historical and recent), and struggles (heroic and mundane) that shaped the life of our young President, Barack Obama and that led to the election of our nation's First African American president.

    As the collection of stories gathered from Remnick's exhaustive personal interviews and research unfold THE BRIDGE is at once informative, inspirational and thought provoking. Some of the stories and events are gloriously triumphant while others are bitterly painful causing the reader to experience a full measure of human emotions.

    Reading this book for me was reminiscent of listening to a parent relay wonderful memories at an early morning breakfast table or of sitting at the knee of an elder calling forth fond remembrances with a twinkle in the eye. Far from an elder, in fact the reverse is true, for me Remnick captures that experience of being transported into historical events.

    A word of caution here, at the beginning it may take some time to settle into Remnick's method of story telling however once mastered he holds the readers rapt attention, which is how I believe history should be taught.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 31, 2010

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    When America suprised the world

    This dense and detailed look at a moment in history when Obama began his run for the White House in the end gives a reader the sense of a blind man running his hands over an elephant, or of Galileo gazing at the stars. The detail just makes one jealous to know those things we are not reading about--what was Obama thinking, not just what he was saying. One wants the man himself, not just the story of him.

    Every book about this period is bound to be a disappointment in itself. It cannot capture the utter impossibility of the moment--the day by day disbelief of hearing Obama is still in the race and gaining, rather than losing, adherents. Of Obama facing challenges (Reverend Wright) greater than those that had brought down more conventional candidates (Kerry's Swift boat controversy), and emerging even larger than before. It does not tell us, in the end, how this happened.

    But among books of the period, this will rank among the best. Remick's calm amidst the forest of details, and clear, thoughtful delivery make him a companionable guide. He is not so casual as to make one doubt his sources, but he does not flaunt his erudition or access. This must be one of the most readable tomes on a time when America suprised everyone--even Americans.

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  • Posted May 17, 2010

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    The Bridge Closes Gaps

    Interestingly, I began reading "The Bridge" a few short weeks after watching PBS' "Eyes on the Prize: The Bridge to Freedom," so this book was the perfect next step. The author, David Remnick, did a great job using the backdrop of the civil rights movement to foreshadow Barack Obama's ascension to the office of the presidency. After providing extensive insight into Obama's childhood and early adulthood, the book closely follows Obama's early political career while impressing upon the reader how rapidly the candidate rose through the ranks from State Senate to U.S. Senate before entertaining the run for the presidency.

    The Bridge delves into the Obama strategy during key moments throughout campaign. From Ayers to Wright, few subjects went untouched; but with all its race baiting, the book does not get to the racial truth until the campaign arrives in South Carolina and Michelle Obama is dispatched to confirm Obama's authenticity. As a descendant of slaves, Michelle Obama's "blackness" was never in question; so at a crucial time in the campaign, Michelle bridged Barack's gap with the African American community. Thus, the author's literal use of "the bridge" is employed throughout the novel to transform the reader from the past struggles of civil rights to the historical rise of the first African American president.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 8, 2010

    The view from THE BRIDGE is spectacular!

    The Bridge is far more than a mere chronicle of Barack Obama's life. Along the way, Remnick's richly detailed book covers the histories of Hawaii, Indonesia, Kenya, the black journey in America, Chicago politics, and much more. Though Obama may have seemed to come from nowhere, the details of his life reveal a step-by-step process that pushed him inevitably toward the Oval Office.

    This is the kind of history we simply do not have about our earlier presidents. We are forced to settle for the myths created around them. The Bridge gives us more - a real man, a real life. Love him or hate him, Barack Obama has lived a fascinating life and the telling of his tale enriches us all.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 5, 2010

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    Top-notch biography

    This is a scrupulously researched biography. It's not a quick or easy read at times, but for anyone who wants to know more about the 44th president, it is a must. Obama is a challenging subject, but David Remnick has done his homework, and until the historians weigh in, this will probably be the best, most complete version of his life. As someone who has also lived in Hawaii and visited Indonesia, I find that Remnick has done a yeoman's job of understanding the racial politics of each. It is gracefully written as well. Even if you're not an Obama booster, this book will help you understand a man who is poised to change our country.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 5, 2010

    Finally, a true historical biography

    Naturally, there are a slew of Obama tomes out, but this one is unique in being an old fashioned historical biography. Heilemann and Halperin's "Game Change" was a great look at the '08 campaign, but they took some hits on their sources. Wolf's book "Renegade" was a great insider look into just Obama's campaign; but you couldn't help but notice how much the author was in the tank for the subject.

    The New Yorker's Remnick brings back the historical biography; well-researched with appropriate citations in the fashion of Newsweek's Meacham or David McCullough. Remnick was able to interview just about everyone still alive who has been a part of Obama's life. I know that conservative historians hate psycho-history, but the rest of us love it. How else are we to fully understand the subject, much less ourselves, unless the author tries to get into the head of the subject. Remnick accomplishes this seamlessly, but still with the historian's caution against over-reach.

    The subject here, whether you like him or not, is a fascinating story showing the history of a man influenced by both heredity and environment. Remnick is able to show just how Obama became Obama. This is not a tabloid look at the man and his times, but rather, a serious and balanced biography of the 44th President up to Innauguration Day. Definately a keeper.

    2 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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    The only reason id read this book is "know thy enemt"

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    Posted January 6, 2013

    Would never read anything about him

    Dont care for him

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  • Posted August 18, 2011

    Hmmm why does this show up on so many searches

    Someone is trying to affect sales perhaps or push their agenda Baseball books - obama Picked just for you- obama On and on I am betting a search for non liberal non black modern presidents would get me obama

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  • Posted September 7, 2010

    Remarkable Story; Well-Written and Well-Told

    This book is one of the best biographies of any individual I have read in recent years, particularly in light of Barack Obama's recent, best-selling and "reader friendly" autobiographies. Meticulously researched, Remnick deserves a standing ovation for his journalistic approach in detailing Obama's uniquely American personal development and family history within the context of the Civil Rights movement, African American history and local and national politics. Whatever readers may think of the Obama administration, and only historical perspective will accurately assess the president's performance, Barack Obama's remarkable story is most especially compelling in the context of U.S. history, as comprehensively presented by the author. An excellent read; I highly recommend this book.

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