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the residence staff, the Secret Service, the cabinet, and Al Gore for all they had done to make
my service possible. And I kept my promise to work until the last hour of the last day,
releasing another $100 million to fund more police officers; those new police had helped give
America the lowest crime rate in a quarter century.
Well past midnight, I went back to the Oval Office again to clean up, pack, and answer a few
letters. As I sat alone at the desk, I thought about all that had happened during the last eight
years, and how quickly it would be over. Soon I would observe the transfer of power and take
my leave. Hillary, Chelsea, and I would board Air Force One for a last flight with the fine
crew that had taken us to the far corners of the world; our closest staff members; my new
Secret Service detail; some of the career military staff such as Glen Maes, the navy steward
who baked all my specially decorated birthday cakes, and Glenn Powell, the air force sergeant
who made sure our luggage never got lost; and a few of the folks who “brought me to the
dance”—the Jordans, the McAuliffes, the McLartys, and Harry Thomason.
Several members of the press corps were also scheduled to make the last trip. One of them,
Mark Knoller of CBS Radio, had covered me all eight years and had conducted one of the
many wrap-up interviews I had done in the past several weeks. Mark had asked me if I was
afraid that “the best part of your life is over.” I said I had enjoyed every part of my life and
that in each stage I had been “absorbed, interested, and found something useful to do.”
I was looking forward to my new life, to building my library, doing public service work
through my foundation, supporting Hillary, and having more time for reading, golf, music,
and unhurried travel. I knew I would enjoy myself and believed that if I stayed healthy I could
still do a lot of good. But Mark Knoller had hit a soft spot with his question. I was going to
miss my old job. I had loved being President, even on the bad days.
I thought about the note to President Bush I would write and leave behind in the Oval Office,
just as his father had done for me eight years earlier. I wanted to be gracious and encouraging,
as George Bush had been to me. Soon George W. Bush would be President of all the people,
and I wished him well. I had paid close attention to what Bush and Cheney had said in the
campaign. I knew they saw the world very differently from the way I did and would want to
undo much of what I had done, especially on economic policy and the environment. I thought
that they would pass their big tax cut and that before long we would be back to the big deficits
of the 1980s, and in spite of Bush’s encouraging comments on education and AmeriCorps, he
would feel pressure to cut back on all domestic spending, including education, child care,
after-school programs, police on the streets, innovative research, and the environment. But
those were not my calls to make anymore.
I thought that the international partnerships that we had developed in the aftermath of the
Cold War could be strained by the more unilateral approach of the Republicans—they were
opposed to the test ban treaty, the climate change treaty, the ABM Treaty, and the
International Criminal Court.
I had watched the Washington Republicans for eight years and imagined that President Bush
would, from the outset of his term, be under pressure to abandon compassionate conservatism
by the more right-wing leaders and interest groups now in control of his party. They believed in their way as deeply as I believed in mine, but I thought the evidence, and the weight of
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politics. Nor could I affect the early judgments on my so-called legacy. The history of
America’s move from the end of the Cold War to the millennium would be written and
rewritten over and over. The only thing that mattered to me about my presidency was whether
I had done a good job for the American people in a new and very different era of global
interdependence.
Had I helped to form a “more perfect union” by widening the circle of opportunity, deepening
the meaning of freedom, and strengthening the bonds of community? I had certainly tried to
make America the twenty-first century’s leading force for peace and prosperity, freedom and
security. I had tried to put a more human face on globalization by urging other nations to join
us in building a more integrated world of shared responsibilities, shared benefits, and shared
values; and I had tried to lead America through its transition into this new era with a sense of
hope and optimism about what we could do, and a sober sense of what the new forces of
destruction could do to us. Finally, I had tried to build a new progressive politics rooted in
new ideas and old values, and to support like-minded movements around the world. No matter
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beyond reason, I would interrupt and say, “You see that rock? It’s 3.6 billion years old. We’re
all just passing through. Let’s calm down and go back to work.”
That moon rock gave me a whole different perspective on history and the proverbial “long
run.” Our job is to live as well and as long as we can, and to help others to do the same. What
happens after that and how we are viewed by others is beyond our control. The river of time
carries us all away. All we have is the moment. Whether I had made the most of mine was for
others to judge. It was almost dawn when I returned to the residence to do some more packing
and share some private moments with Hillary and Chelsea.
The next morning, I returned to the Oval Office to write my note to President Bush. Hillary
came down, too. We gazed out the windows to take a long, admiring look at the beautiful
grounds where we had shared so many memorable times and I had thrown countless tennis
balls to Buddy. Then she left me to write my letter. As I placed the letter on the desk, I called
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there to capture the moment. John Podesta walked with me down the colonnade to join
Hillary, Chelsea, and the Gores on the state floor, where we would soon greet our successors.
The entire residence staff had gathered to say good-bye—the housekeeping staff, the kitchen
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my service possible. And I kept my promise to work until the last hour of the last day,
releasing another $100 million to fund more police officers; those new police had helped give
America the lowest crime rate in a quarter century.
Well past midnight, I went back to the Oval Office again to clean up, pack, and answer a few
letters. As I sat alone at the desk, I thought about all that had happened during the last eight
years, and how quickly it would be over. Soon I would observe the transfer of power and take
my leave. Hillary, Chelsea, and I would board Air Force One for a last flight with the fine
crew that had taken us to the far corners of the world; our closest staff members; my new
Secret Service detail; some of the career military staff such as Glen Maes, the navy steward
who baked all my specially decorated birthday cakes, and Glenn Powell, the air force sergeant
who made sure our luggage never got lost; and a few of the folks who “brought me to the
dance”—the Jordans, the McAuliffes, the McLartys, and Harry Thomason.
Several members of the press corps were also scheduled to make the last trip. One of them,
Mark Knoller of CBS Radio, had covered me all eight years and had conducted one of the
many wrap-up interviews I had done in the past several weeks. Mark had asked me if I was
afraid that “the best part of your life is over.” I said I had enjoyed every part of my life and
that in each stage I had been “absorbed, interested, and found something useful to do.”
I was looking forward to my new life, to building my library, doing public service work
through my foundation, supporting Hillary, and having more time for reading, golf, music,
and unhurried travel. I knew I would enjoy myself and believed that if I stayed healthy I could
still do a lot of good. But Mark Knoller had hit a soft spot with his question. I was going to
miss my old job. I had loved being President, even on the bad days.
I thought about the note to President Bush I would write and leave behind in the Oval Office,
just as his father had done for me eight years earlier. I wanted to be gracious and encouraging,
as George Bush had been to me. Soon George W. Bush would be President of all the people,
and I wished him well. I had paid close attention to what Bush and Cheney had said in the
campaign. I knew they saw the world very differently from the way I did and would want to
undo much of what I had done, especially on economic policy and the environment. I thought
that they would pass their big tax cut and that before long we would be back to the big deficits
of the 1980s, and in spite of Bush’s encouraging comments on education and AmeriCorps, he
would feel pressure to cut back on all domestic spending, including education, child care,
after-school programs, police on the streets, innovative research, and the environment. But
those were not my calls to make anymore.
I thought that the international partnerships that we had developed in the aftermath of the
Cold War could be strained by the more unilateral approach of the Republicans—they were
opposed to the test ban treaty, the climate change treaty, the ABM Treaty, and the
International Criminal Court.
I had watched the Washington Republicans for eight years and imagined that President Bush
would, from the outset of his term, be under pressure to abandon compassionate conservatism
by the more right-wing leaders and interest groups now in control of his party. They believed in their way as deeply as I believed in mine, but I thought the evidence, and the weight of
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America’s move from the end of the Cold War to the millennium would be written and
rewritten over and over. The only thing that mattered to me about my presidency was whether
I had done a good job for the American people in a new and very different era of global
interdependence.
Had I helped to form a “more perfect union” by widening the circle of opportunity, deepening
the meaning of freedom, and strengthening the bonds of community? I had certainly tried to
make America the twenty-first century’s leading force for peace and prosperity, freedom and
security. I had tried to put a more human face on globalization by urging other nations to join
us in building a more integrated world of shared responsibilities, shared benefits, and shared
values; and I had tried to lead America through its transition into this new era with a sense of
hope and optimism about what we could do, and a sober sense of what the new forces of
destruction could do to us. Finally, I had tried to build a new progressive politics rooted in
new ideas and old values, and to support like-minded movements around the world. No matter
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coffee table between the two couches, just a few feet away. It contained a rock Neil
Armstrong had taken off the moon in 1969. Whenever arguments in the Oval Office heated up
beyond reason, I would interrupt and say, “You see that rock? It’s 3.6 billion years old. We’re
all just passing through. Let’s calm down and go back to work.”
That moon rock gave me a whole different perspective on history and the proverbial “long
run.” Our job is to live as well and as long as we can, and to help others to do the same. What
happens after that and how we are viewed by others is beyond our control. The river of time
carries us all away. All we have is the moment. Whether I had made the most of mine was for
others to judge. It was almost dawn when I returned to the residence to do some more packing
and share some private moments with Hillary and Chelsea.
The next morning, I returned to the Oval Office to write my note to President Bush. Hillary
came down, too. We gazed out the windows to take a long, admiring look at the beautiful
grounds where we had shared so many memorable times and I had thrown countless tennis
balls to Buddy. Then she left me to write my letter. As I placed the letter on the desk, I called
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there to capture the moment. John Podesta walked with me down the colonnade to join
Hillary, Chelsea, and the Gores on the state floor, where we would soon greet our successors.
The entire residence staff had gathered to say good-bye—the housekeeping staff, the kitchen
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