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and his vision  for the country,    threshing   them    into    words   on  his legal   pads    late    at
night.   He  really  was     content,    he  told    me,     to  stay   where    he  was,    building    his
influence   over    time,   awaiting    his turn    to  speak   inside  the deliberative    cacophony
of  the Senate, but then    a   storm   arrived.
Hurricane   Katrina blasted the Gulf    Coast   of  the United  States  late    in  August
2005,   overwhelming     the     levees  in  New     Orleans,    swamping    low-lying   regions,
stranding    people—black   people,  mostly—on   the     rooftops    of  their   destroyed
homes.  The aftermath   was horrific,   with    media   reports showing hospitals   without
backup   power,  distraught  families    herded  into    the     Superdome,  emergency
workers  hamstrung   by  a   lack    of  supplies.   In  the     end,   some     eighteen    hundred
people   died,   and     more    than    half    a   million     others  were    displaced, a    tragedy
exacerbated  by  the     ineptitude  of  the     federal     government’s    response.   It  was    a
wrenching    exposure    of  our     country’s   structural  divides,    most    especially  the
intense,    lopsided    vulnerability   of  African Americans   and poor    people  of  all races
when    things  got rough.
Where   was hope    now?
I   watched the Katrina coverage    with    a   knot    in  my  stomach,    knowing that    if
a    disaster   hit  Chicago,    many    of  my  aunts   and     uncles,     cousins     and     neighbors,
would    have    suffered   a    similar     fate.   Barack’s    reaction    was     no  less    emotional.  A
week    after   the hurricane,  he  flew    to  Houston to  join    former  president   George  H.
W.  Bush,   along   with    Bill    and Hillary Clinton,    who was then    a   colleague   of  his in
the Senate, spending    time    with    the  tens    of  thousands   of  New     Orleans     evacuees
who’d   sought  shelter in  the Astrodome   there.  The experience  kindled something
in  him,    that    nagging sense   he  wasn’t  yet doing   enough.
his  was     the     thought     I   returned    to  a   year    or  so  later,  when    the     drumbeat
truly   got loud,    when    the     pressure    on  both    of  us  felt    immense.    We  went    about
our regular business,   but the question    of  whether Barack  would   run for president
unsettled   the air around  us. Could   he? Will    he? Should  he? In  the summer  of  2006,
poll     respondents     filling     out     open-ended  questionnaires  were   naming   him     as  a
presidential     possibility,    though  Hillary     Clinton     was     decidedly   the    number   one
pick.    By  fall,   though,     Barack’s    stock   had     begun   to  rise    in  part    thanks to   the
publication of  The Audacity    of  Hope    and a   slew    of  media   opportunities   afforded    by
the book    tour.   His poll    numbers were    suddenly    even    with    or  ahead   of  those   of  Al
Gore    and John    Kerry,  the Democrats’  previous    two  nominees—evidence   of  his
