Dreaming of the White House
On shattering American exceptionalism
“Daddy, why don’t you run for president?” I asked him.
On a good traffic day, we lived about 30 minutes outside Washington D.C. On weekend strolls around the city, I’d trail behind as we passed the White House, mesmerized by its sprawling landscape, ever inaccessible behind security-guarded fencing, and dream that one day I’d be lucky enough to live ther…
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