You have aged, Barack.
The weight of the world is on your shoulders.
You knew it would be hard, but not that hard.
You knew you would have to deal with difficult problems, but not so many, not that difficult.
You knew some people would not like you, but not that many, not so much hate.
You wanted to be a great president, you wanted to accomplish great things, you wanted to help fix what is wrong with our country.
Barack, you knew it would be hard, but you were full of energy and optimism.
You believed in America and its people.
You expected that Americans would support you and would be thankful for what you did.
You knew that politics might slow you down, but not that much.
You knew that the Congress might be divided and that the Republicans would not work with you. But you believed you could work with those people, with Americans who were elected to represent all of the country.
You talked to people about hope, and change, and optimism. “Yes, we can!”
Your energy, your optimism lifted America, gave it hope. And this optimism, this hope swept you into the presidency. The black guy, Barack Hussein Obama, became the President of the United States of America.
People felt good about the future.
Barack, you did not realize that there was another America, an America of money and greed, an America of hate and bigotry, an America of ignorance and stupidity. You did not anticipate that some Americans in Congress would not work with you, no matter what.
You did not expect such hostility from people whose job is to do what is best for the country, for all the people.
Barack, you did not realize that there was so much ignorance and hate in America, and you kept asking yourself why these people – average Americans – did not like you, no matter what you did.
You read, heard and saw a steady flow of poisonous lies and distortions about yourself, and it was so hard to remain optimistic, to keep going, not to get discouraged. After all, you are just human.
You knew it was a hard job to be a President, but you wanted to do it.
Barack, powerful forces are united against you, forces whose only objective is money and power.
Morality and compassion are not in their vocabulary. These people don’t care about America or any other country.
For them you are the enemy. Not just because you are a black man with a funny name. You are their enemy because you dared to work against their interests, because you are working for a better America, not for them. You do not fit into their plans, Barack, and they will not forgive you. And these people that represent power and greed are skillfully brainwashing the weak and ignorant.
It is painful to know of all this hatred directed toward you. It is not fair. You have worked so hard, you have accomplished so much, and yet, they hate you even more. You are just a man, Barack, and doubts creep in, and disappointments in moments of weakness.
It is disheartening. You are just a man, Barack. It is so hard to be strong and optimistic, knowing that your enemies are waiting for every wrong step you make, and they are ruthless.
And, yet, there is another America, an America of the future.
An America that is smart and kind, brave and compassionate.
An America that represents everything that makes this country great and exceptional.
People of all walks of life–these people are with you, Mr. President.
Old and young, wealthy and poor, black and white, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, immigrants who just came to America and the children of the Mayflower.
They are the reason you got the job, Mr. President.
They are the reason you work so hard.
There is a struggle going on in this country.
A struggle between the past and the future, between everything that is good in people and all that brings people down. A struggle for the future of America and the world.
You made history, Mr. President. Do not give up now. You accomplished a lot, but more work needs to be done. The job is not yet done.
America–its people–are counting on you, Mr. President.
You are not alone.
Good night, Mr. President. Tomorrow will be a beautiful morning.