Dreams from My Father - Barack Obama [0]
The Audacity of Hope
Copyright © 1995, 2004 by Barack Obama
Published in the United States by Crown Publishers, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.
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Originally published in hardcover in 1995 by Times Books, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc. and in paperback by Kodansha America, Inc., in 1996. Subsequently published in paperback with preface and keynote address in 2004 by Three Rivers Press, an imprint of the Crown Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc. This edition appears without keynote address.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Obama, Barack.
Dreams from my father : a story of race and inheritance / Barack Obama.
1. Obama, Barack. 2. African Americans—Biography. 3. Racially mixed people—United States—Biography. 4. Racism—United States. 5. United States—Race relations. I. Title.
E185.97.023A3 2004
973’.0405967625013’092—dc22 2004012412
eISBN: 978-0-307-39412-5
v3.0_r1
CONTENTS
COVER
ALSO BY BARACK OBAMA
TITLE PAGE
COPYRIGHT
EPIGRAPH
PREFACE TO THE 2004 EDITION
INTRODUCTION
PART ONE
ORIGINS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
PART TWO
CHICAGO
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
PART THREE
KENYA
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EPILOGUE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“For we are strangers before them, and sojourners, as were all our fathers.
1 CHRONICLES 29:15
PREFACE TO THE 2004 EDITION
ALMOST A DECADE HAS passed since this book was first published. As I mention in the original introduction, the opportunity to write the book came while I was in law school, the result of my election as the first African-American president of the Harvard Law Review. In the wake of some modest publicity, I received an advance from a publisher and went to work with the belief that the story of my family, and my efforts to understand that story, might speak in some way to the fissures of race that have characterized the American experience, as well as the fluid state of identity—the leaps through time, the collision of cultures—that mark our modern life.
Like most first-time authors, I was filled with hope and despair upon the book’s publication—hope that the book might succeed beyond my youthful dreams, despair that I had failed to say anything worth saying. The reality fell somewhere in between. The reviews were mildly favorable. People actually showed up at the readings my publisher arranged. The sales were underwhelming. And, after a few months, I went on with the business of my life, certain that my career as an author would be short-lived, but glad to have survived the process with my dignity more or less intact.
I had little time for reflection over the next ten years. I ran a voter registration project in the 1992 election cycle, began a civil rights practice, and started teaching constitutional law at the University of Chicago. My wife and I bought a house, were blessed with two gorgeous, healthy, and mischievous daughters, and struggled to pay the bills. When a seat in the state legislature opened up in 1996, some friends persuaded me to run for the office, and I won. I had been warned, before taking office, that state politics lacks the glamour of its Washington counterpart; one labors largely in obscurity, mostly on topics that mean a great deal to some but that the average man or woman on the street can safely ignore (the regulation of mobile homes, say, or the tax consequences of farm equipment depreciation). Nonetheless, I found the work satisfying, mostly because the scale of state politics allows for concrete results—an expansion of health insurance for poor children, or a reform of laws that send innocent men to death row