My Letter to President Obama

October 28, 2012

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

Last year I wrote a Christmas letter to President Obama (which I sent to him along with a present).  I want to share it with you before the election. It is below:

December 14, 2011

Dear President Obama:

I want you to know, with all your burdens and responsibilities, that I feel toward you as if you were my own son, and that I am honored to have you as my President.

I and many millions more have your back :)

Your intelligence and generosity of heart, your kindness and strength of character, are a testament to the brave soul of your mother, and to your grandparents, and your lovely wife and daughters.

Times are very hard, I know, and the economy you inherited, though slowly improving, still weighs on you; yet we are a hundred times better off now, thanks to the social safety nets put in place by Democratic Presidents and Congresses of the past.

A friend who lived through the Great Depression wrote this:

Those who lived through the 1930s and early 1940s, capitalize the word Depression. You can hear the capital “D” when we speak of it.  Cushioned generations have no inkling of the reality of those years.  Men lost their pride, many for the rest of their lives; women’s dreams died in their wombs.  Life was grinding work and anxiety.  The Depression was far more than an economic downturn: it was a world without a bottom. Every day with food was Thanksgiving. We were to learn that war is noisy violence; we already knew the silent violence of poverty.

I know you will win re-election, and I predict easily and without doubt that you will be one of the very greatest sons of the American experience. I pray for your success, your health, and your safety each night. 

I can also sense in your beautifully written books that you are guided by a profound creative and spiritual nature, and the love and dedication to service that, by God’s grace, is the root of all such natures.

I am the eldest son of Jewish Holocaust survivors who came to America in 1948 seeking a better life for themselves and their children. Through the course of a long life working as a writer and editor, I have come to write a book. I have also been a Sufi dervish for nearly twenty years.

Such a story is as unique to America as your own, where, as you well know, all things are possible. In that spirit, please accept my novel, Master of the Jinn, as a humble gift from a very grateful American, in the hope that reading it will help ease the stress of your daily burdens.

Love and many blessings,

Irving Karchmar

Here is a scan of the card I received back:

Please VOTE!

Ya Haqq!