At 4:30 in the afternoon in the Admiral Benbow Inn in Jackson, Mississippi, Jimmy Carter sits opposite a dozen seventeen-year-olds, asking them to help him become president.
“I grow peanuts over in Georgia,” Carter begins softly. “I’m the first child in my daddy’s family who ever had a chance.” His voice is humble yet proud. “I used to get up at four in the morning to pick peanuts, then I’d walk three miles along the railroad track to deliver them. My house had no running water or electricity. . . . But I made it to the US Naval…