Several guests were told to stand in a makeshift pen and wait to have their backgrounds checked a second time.Listen to the audio version of this article:, I went to the White House to meet the president for lunch.This receiving party represented a healthy cross section of the people Donald Trump had been mocking, and would continue to spend his campaign mocking.At the time, the president seemed untroubled by Trump.
Some of those same immigrants had firebombed the homes of the children of those same slaves.These were not like press conferences—the president would speak in depth and with great familiarity about a range of subjects. He talked about the brilliance of Le Bron James and Stephen Curry—not as basketball talents but as grounded individuals.Once, I watched him effortlessly reply to queries covering everything from electoral politics to the American economy to environmental policy. I thought of George Foreman, who once booked an exhibition with multiple opponents in which he pounded five straight journeymen—and I suddenly had some idea of how it felt to be the last of them. I asked him whether he was angry at his father, who had abandoned him at a young age to move back to Kenya, and whether that motivated any of his rhetoric.The formidable GOP strongholds of Georgia and Texas were said to be under threat. He had been light on his feet in these last few weeks, cracking jokes at the expense of Republican opponents and laughing off hecklers. Then he flashed the smile that had launched America’s first black presidency, and started dancing again.At a rally in Orlando on October 28, he greeted a student who would be introducing him by dancing toward her and then noting that the song playing over the loudspeakers—the Gap Band’s “Outstanding”—was older than she was. Three months still remained before Inauguration Day, but staffers had already begun to count down the days.