I dreamed I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with
the President. I was a respected businessman, with a factory that
produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. My
invitation to dinner with an American President was an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the
President in a yellow dining room. We sat across from each other at a
table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the
china. Uniformed staff served our dinner..
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly
reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it
as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate...," I began, but as I looked into the calm brown
eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just
a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass.
Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the
glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty," said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I
thought. I withheld my comments and decided to play along. I don't
want to seem unkind.
My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out
from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as
it was carried from the room.
And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool.
Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some
game. I reached for my coat, only to find that it had been taken. I
turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout, That was my coat! But again, I looked at the
placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport.
I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket
and realized my wallet was gone.. I excused myself and walked to a
phone on an elegant side table. I learned shortly that my credit
cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, my retirement and
equity portfolios had vanished, and my wife had been thrown out of our
home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The
President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I
lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't
planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently
defaulted on a subprime mortgage. I told them they could have your
home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table
and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate
his steak , and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at the
small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order
nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your
business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all
mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and
they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up.. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin
which had been his crème Brule. He drained the last drops of his
wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in
his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if
it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of
the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned
with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle. Why was I punished? How
had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I
looked across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked
his head, locked his empty eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth,
chuckling wryly as he folded his hands..
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
Wake up, America!
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