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 Academy and became a nuclear physicist. . . . Then I came back home to the farm and got interested in community affairs. . . . In 1970, I became governor of Georgia with a campaign that appealed to all people. I reorganized the state government and proved that government could provide love and compassion to all people, black and white—because I believe in it. . . . Now I want to be your president.”