September 28, 2016
Mr. President,
I want you to know that in 2009 I was in my junior year of college when you were voted to be the next President by the people. I remember where I was, what I was doing, what I was wearing, and what I was thinking when I realized you were indeed to be the next President, and the first African-American President of the United States. I’m a registered Republican (though I’ve tried twice to switch parties), and I didn’t vote for you because I couldn’t believe in the “hope” message. I’m a communication and interface designer — I’m familiar with persuasion and how to manipulate people through emotion and visual stimulation. I couldn’t help but be skeptical.
I want you to know that now…today…I’ve never felt more proud of my country, and it is almost entirely because of you.
Here I am, now 28 years of age, a successful designer, engaged to the woman of my dreams and enjoying my good health, family, and the world that I live in. It is perhaps one of the most scary times in my lifetime, ironically. However, over the past eight years you’ve brought a pensive, decent, thought-provoking approach and (dare I say) swagger to everything you’ve done. You speak graciously, you show emotion and as your presidency has aged, you’ve proven to me, and to so many others, that while in the moment we all might disagree, in the moment you were abiding by your best judgement, and more importantly your heart. And this is exactly what I have wished for out of the President of the Untied States.
I’m sad that your presidency is coming to an end. However I’m thankful that I was here to experience it. Like you, I abide by what I believe in. Like you, I make it a point to not conclude, assume or judge, but assess, observe and consider my options when faced with challenge or diversity.
Like you, I’m trying to do my part to build a life around me that not only supports my interests but the interests of the people I walk this earth with.
I want you to know that I appreciate you, your administration, the first family and everything you’ve done for us these past eight years.
I sincerely hope you’re able to read this. And I understand my tongue makes it seem as though it’s over tomorrow…but I’ve never done something like this before. Now would twenty year old me ever have imagined writing you this eight years later.
The best to you, to your family, and though I’m not a religious man, God bless America.
Sincerely,
Patrick Branigan