The American Presidents

The American Presidents

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President Lyndon Baines Johnson

President Lyndon Baines Johnson On the afternoon of November 22, 1963, aboard Air Force One on the tarmac in Dallas, a heavyset man in a dark suit raised his right hand while his left rested on a small Bible. His face was set, grave, exhausted. Beside him stood Jacqueline Kennedy, still wearing her pink suit stained with the blood of her husband, the president who had been shot barely two hours earlier. A federal judge administered the oath. Reporters crowded the narrow cabin; Secret Service agents pressed against the walls; the engines hummed as if impatient to lift the plane into the sky. When it was over, the new president, Lyndon Baines Johnson, turned to the small cluster of witnesses and said simply, “Now let’s get airborne.” Selenius Media

President John F. Kennedy

President John F. Kennedy On a bright November morning in 1963, the motorcade moved slowly through downtown Dallas. The sky was clear, the air crisp, and the crowds thick along the sidewalks. People leaned out of office windows, waved small flags, and craned for a glimpse of the young president whose face they knew from television. In the open limousine, John Fitzgerald Kennedy sat beside his wife, Jacqueline, her pink suit vivid against the black car. Texas Governor John Connally and his wife were in the front seat. The mood was festive; the trip was meant to mend political fences, to show unity in a state where factions of the Democratic Party were tearing at each other. The president smiled, waved, turned toward one cluster of onlookers and then another. A few minutes later, as the car rolled past the Texas School Book Depository, gunshots cracked through the warm air. Kennedy slumped. The motorcade surged toward Parkland Hospital. Before the hour was out, the man who had promised a New Frontier and asked Americans to ask what they could do for their country was dead at forty-six. Selenius Media

President Dwight Eisenhower

President Dwight Eisenhower On a raw January morning in 1953, as a cold wind cut across the National Mall, a former five-star general stood on the podium of the Capitol, hand on a Bible, about to become president of the United States. Dwight David Eisenhower—“Ike” to practically everyone—was sixty-two years old, broad-shouldered, with the square, reassuring face that had stared out from war posters and newsreels throughout the 1940s. The crowds that lined Pennsylvania Avenue did not see a politician in the usual sense. They saw the man who had commanded Allied armies in Europe, the soldier who had overseen D-Day and watched Nazi Germany fall. To many Americans, his election felt less like a partisan victory than an act of national common sense: the country, weary of Korea and anxious about the Cold War, had turned to the general who had already led them through one global crisis. Selenius Media

President Herbert Hoover

President Herbert Hoover On the night of March 4, 1929, as the festivities of Inauguration Day faded and Washington’s elite drifted from ballroom to ballroom, Herbert Clark Hoover sat for a quiet moment in the Red Room of the White House, staring into a vase of white roses. The celebrations had been grand: bands, parades, speeches, dignitaries—all hailing the nation’s new president, a man whose life story seemed almost mythic. A self-made millionaire, a global humanitarian who had fed millions during and after the Great War, a brilliant engineer, an organizer known worldwide as “The Great Humanitarian,” Hoover appeared to represent everything the optimistic, technologically driven America of the late 1920s wanted to believe about itself. Selenius Media

President Calvin Coolidge

President Calvin Coolidge In the summer of 1923, a small, spare bedroom in a Vermont farmhouse filled with the soft, uneven glow of lamplight. Outside, the village of Plymouth Notch slept under a sky pricked with stars. Inside, a middle-aged man in a simple nightshirt stood at attention beside the bed where his father, John Coolidge, a notary public and storekeeper, held an open Bible. A telegram lay nearby on a small table, its message as stark as ink on paper can be: the President of the United States, Warren G. Harding, was dead. The vice president, Calvin Coolidge—who had come home to visit his father and escape the Washington heat—was now, by law and by fate, the new president. There was no grand ceremony, no band, no cheering crowds. At 2:47 a.m. on August 3, 1923, in that quiet, lamp-lit bedroom, John Coolidge administered the oath of office to his son. Calvin placed his hand on the Bible, repeated the words of the presidential oath, and then, as later accounts have it, went back to bed.

President Warren G. Harding

President Warren G. Harding On a humid July evening in 1921, the new President of the United States leaned back in the upholstered seat of a White House car rolling slowly up Pennsylvania Avenue. Warren Gamaliel Harding had just delivered a speech titled “Not Heroes, but Partners,” praising the teamwork required to rebuild a nation emerging from war. Crowds lined the sidewalks, many of them smiling at the tall, handsome man with silver hair and movie-star features. Veterans tipped their hats. Older women waved handkerchiefs. Reporters scribbled his every gesture. Harding acknowledged them with his characteristic easy warmth. He had a gift for it—an instinctive, almost unconscious ability to make people feel comfortable in his presence. More than any president since perhaps McKinley, he simply looked the part: dignified, reassuring, polished in a way that restored confidence after years of turmoil.

President Woodrow Wilson

Woodrow Wilson was born into a world divided and left it even more fractured, yet forever changed by his vision. Few American presidents are as contradictory, as intensely moral and yet as blinkered, as the twenty-eighth president. He was a Presbyterian minister’s son who preached politics as if it were a sermon, a scholar who dreamed of remaking the world through ideas, and a Southern-born progressive who wrapped racial prejudice in the language of order and science. To tell the story of Woodrow Wilson is to trace the arc of the early twentieth century: the last years of the old empires, the rise of modern bureaucratic government, the shattering violence of the First World War, and the birth of an American habit of thinking of itself as the conscience of the world. It is also to follow one man’s rise from shy, stuttering student to the most powerful office in the United States, and then to watch his body and mind collapse under the weight of his own ambitions.

President William Howard Taft

President William Howard Taft William Howard Taft moves across the American story like a large, courteous ship that prefers deep water to spectacle. He is remembered in cartoons as girth and in footnotes as an asterisk—only man to be both president and chief justice—but the truth is more intricate: he was a craftsman of institutions, a temperament tuned to law and procedure in an epoch that rewarded drumbeats and banners. He did not hunger for the presidency; he wanted the Court. Yet the republic, in one of its recurring experiments, placed him first where he was least comfortable and later where he was always meant to be. To understand the man is to watch intelligence and decency continually choose duty over desire and to see how that choice, repeated long enough, becomes a kind of greatness that the loud decades often mishear. Selenius Media

President Theodore Roosevelt

President Theodore Roosevelt He begins as a small boy fighting air and time. The asthma comes at night like a thief and sits on his chest; the child hears the rattle of his own breathing and learns, much earlier than most, that life does not hand out strength—it must be built. In a brownstone on East 20th Street, in a house that smells of books and leather and ocean salt carried in on his father’s coats, he studies insects in jam jars, birds through a little window onto the roof, muscles through pain with the help of a doting, formidable parent who tells him the sentence he will carry like a creed: you have the mind but not the body; make the body. He sets up a gym in the family home, lifts iron dumbbells until his arms shake, pounds a bag, rows, hikes, wrestles his own lungs into submission. He reads like a person storing fuel—Plutarch and Darwin, Froissart and Prescott, Audubon and the Federalist—feeding a mind that wants the world entire. His father, Theodore Senior, is philanthropy in a waistcoat, a reformer who despises cruelty and idle vanity and takes his son to the charitable societies and the workshops where the city’s other children learn to survive. The boy watches, notes, decides that duty can look like joy if you refuse to notice how heavy it is. Selenius Media

William McKinley

William McKinley William McKinley enters American history with the light behind him rather than in his face: a small-town son with a soldier’s steadiness, a lawyer’s patience, and a politician’s ear tuned not for applause but for the faint crackle that runs through a country when prosperity is possible again. He is born in Niles, Ohio, in 1843, into a household that believes work is a sacrament and education the shortest road between a wish and its fulfillment. He is not a prodigy; he is dependable. At Poland Seminary he learns the grammar of argument, the usefulness of quiet, and the art of listening long enough to hear what people actually mean beneath what they say. When the war comes he enlists without embroidery, a private in the 23rd Ohio, and discovers in the field that courage often looks like carrying hot coffee to a forward post under fire because men fight better when they are warm. Antietam imprints him; so does the winter that follows; so do the promotions earned not by brilliance but by being where he is supposed to be, doing the thing that needs doing. By the end he wears an officer’s straps and the settled look of someone who has watched chaos and decided never again to make a mess where order will suffice. Selenius Media

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