Service in My Soul
M y first contact with Barack Obama came in a phone call from him in
the summer of 2004.
At the time, I was serving as a senior foreign policy advisor for the Kerry/
Edwards presidential campaign, while on leave from my job as a senior fellow
at the Brookings Institution. My primary responsibilities involved helping craft
policy positions, supporting Senator Kerry in debate preparation, and manag-
ing our small foreign policy team. I also served as a television surrogate on
foreign policy matters and liaised with our senior outside advisors.
Earlier that summer, Tony Lake asked me if I would be willing to speak to
Obama, a state senator who was then running for the U.S. Senate from Illinois.
Lake had been President Bill Clinton’s first national security advisor and my
first boss in government. Both a mentor and a close friend, Tony has a puckish
smile, piercing blue-gray eyes, and a quick, dry wit. He may seem self-effacing,
in part because he shuns the public spotlight, but he is tough and those people
who think they can roll him will be sorely surprised.
Tony explained that he had been asked by his old friend Abner Mikva, a
former White House counsel and member of Congress, to talk to Mikva’s young
former colleague on the faculty at the University of Chicago Law School. Be-
hind the scenes, Tony had recently begun advising Obama on foreign policy
issues and encouraged him to talk to me about Darfur, Iraq, and other salient
issues. This would enable Obama to stay connected to the foreign policy side of
the Kerry campaign—so that, as a candidate for Senate, he could make delib-
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thanked me again for talking foreign policy with him on the phone back in the
summer. I wished him good luck, and he moved on.
Following the election, in early 2005, Obama was sworn in as the junior senator
from Illinois and tapped to serve on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. Tony
Lake and his dynamic, effervescent wife, Julie, hosted a dinner at their home in
Washington to introduce the freshman senator to a small group of Obama genera-
tion national security experts, including me and my good friend Gayle Smith, with
whom I had worked closely during the Clinton years. At the dinner table, Obama
and I sat next to each other and found that our instincts on many issues were
closely aligned. He was wicked smart, confident, and well-versed on foreign policy,
but also funny and personable. Thereafter, he called me occasionally and invited
me to meet with him and his team to discuss policy matters or planned travel.
In 2006, Senator Obama asked me to speak on a panel at his Hope Fund
conference in Chicago and to comment on the foreign policy chapter in his
forthcoming book, The Audacity of Hope. After reading it, I gave him my un-
varnished opinion, saying, “You’re giving too much credit to Ronald Reagan
and George H. W. Bush, while being comparatively ungenerous to Bill Clinton.”
There was a pause and then he asked me to continue.
As we talked through my critique, he acknowledged the imbalance and
ultimately made some minor adjustments, giving greater weight to Reagan’s
failings (like Iran-contra) while treating Clinton’s tenure more analytically and
less subjectively. Most revealing during our exchange was the extent to which,
much like me, Obama was by nature a pragmatist—more a foreign policy “re-
alist” than a woolly eyed idealist. Yet his pragmatism neither rendered him
cold nor tempered his high aspirations for America’s capacity to do better at
home and abroad. Barack Obama’s fervent belief in our fundamental equality
as people and in the goodness of our nation is what I think led him to commu-
nity organizing, teaching, and ultimately to public service.
This is the same America in which my family, the Dicksons and the Rices,
believes. These are the values that my parents and grandparents instilled in
me. They raised me to remember where we came from. To honor the richness
of my inheritance, value myself, do my best, and never let others convince me
I can’t. With good fortune came responsibility, they taught me; therefore, my
duty was to serve others, in whatever way best suited my talents.