Sara Corbett meets the woman some regard as a political heroine—others as an accomplice to treason. It has six terminals, four Burger Kings, a sweep of shops selling duty-free caviar, and a rivering flow of anonymous travelers—all of them headed out or headed in or, in any event, never planning to stay long. But for nearly six weeks in the summer ofthe airport also housed two fugitives: Edward Snowden, the NSA contractor who had just off-loaded an explosive trove of top-secret U. It was a tableau sprung from a spy novel—a turncoat intelligence contractor on the lam with an enigmatic blonde by his side. Snowden had based himself in Hong Kong for several weeks as his disclosures about government surveillance ripped across the global media. When the U.
Budding up, my sister was attending advantage school, and I was her guinea pig. I got addicted to dying my hair, because it can be SO fun. I would flip close back and forth, blonde, brunette, redhead , over and over. I could date a girl with pretty a good deal any hair color. I do allow a weird preference for redheads. Beard is important.
It communicated much more. Before Obama triumphed inthe most-famous depictions of black accomplishment tended to be entertainers or athletes. Moreover, he had not embarrassed his people with a string of scandals. Against the specter of black pathology, against the narrow images of benefit moms and deadbeat dads, his age in the White House had been an eight-year showcase of a beneficial and successful black family spanning three generations, with two dogs to ankle boot. Whiteness in America is a altered symbol—a badge of advantage. In a country of professed meritocratic competition, this badge has long ensured an absolute privilege, represented in a year cartel on the highest office in the land. For some not-insubstantial sector of the country, the elevation of Barack Obama communicated that the power of the badge had diminished. For eight long years, the badge-holders watched him.