If you want to know what power feels like, try to get yourself driven around in a motorcade. Flashing police chaperone lights form a perimeter as you blaze down an empty highway, waiting cars backed up on entry ramps as you pass. It’s as if the world is holding its breath. For you. Also, rules don’t apply: On a cool spring day, driving down suburban Minneapolis side streets, we run red lights and whip round curves so fast I can barely take in the commonplace American view. Tract housing, big box stores, churches, office parks, semi-industrial no-man’s-land. Finally, we arrive at our destination, Nine Mile Brewing, in Bloomington, Minnesota. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” commands someone—a Secret Service agent, maybe—as the motorcade pulls into a loading dock. Politics, I will come to discover in the next few days, involves a lot of backstage spaces: service entrances, freight elevators, places where Very Important People can slip in and out of events unnoticed. Politics also involves a lot of comically fast walking—to wit, at Nine Mile, an entourage of 30 or so are noisily hustling to follow a trim, blond woman in a pristine white suit as she strides nonchalantly past clanging, gurgling brewing vats, aiming for a back office. This is my first glimpse of first lady Dr. Jill Biden: Exiting the sealed chamber of power into the middle of America, a vision of calm amid utter cacophony.

We’ve come to Minnesota this evening for two campaign events—early election season stuff to get the base excited. The first, in a smallish function room at one end of the brewery, is for the Minnesota chapter of Women for Biden; about 200 people are gathered for the first lady’s address. In the brewery’s main room, meanwhile, another 200 or so are sitting around drinking beers and watching live sports, seemingly unaware that a presidential race is going on, more or less under their noses. Also meanwhile, because we’re running ahead of schedule, and not a moment of FLOTUS’s time can be wasted, the first lady has commandeered the brewery manager’s office, and is dialing into a fundraiser. “Our democracy is on the line in this election,” she declares, straining to make her sense of urgency audible over speakerphone. A rather absurd juxtaposition, this lofty appeal to the central organizing concept of America— democracy—made from a cramped back room, amid time sheets and dented filing cabinets and flyers for local cover bands. By the end of the night, I’d find it fitting.

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