Dear Mr. President,
Back in 2008, I was one of your biggest supporters. I never knew much about politics, but you’re moving forward slogan was so moving, I instantly wished I was old enough to vote so I could be part of making a difference.
When you were elected I thought, “Yes! Things will finally start to get better.” My family was one of many feeling the backlash of the recession. Six months after you were officially put into office, I noticed that things at home still weren’t getting better. We were still cutting back on our spending and hadn’t had a family night out in months. I told myself that things took time, they weren’t just going to fix themselves. Two years later, we were still in the same boat. Three years later, still the same. I think you’re getting the picture.
I’ve never been a president of anything, let alone an entire nation, so I can’t imagine the tremendous amount of stress you’re under, but I can tell you that we, the people who support you, need you to be a leader. We need you to put your foot down, unite both the parties in Congress and to pass bills that are attractive to both groups and that help the country.
Your economic plan focuses on rebuilding the economy from the middle class out by reviving American manufacturing, cutting the deficit by more than $4 trillion, growing small businesses, and much more. Policies that you put in place helped the manufacturing rebound by creating more than 500,000 jobs in the past 31 months. And your current plan, will create 1 million new jobs by 2016. He plans on growing small businesses by cutting taxes and improving education by recruiting 100,000 math and science teachers, training 2 million workers for real jobs at community colleges, and cutting tuition growth in half.
These are all great plans, but plans are that – just plans. Action speak louder than words, Mr. President. The nation needs to see your plans start to unravel. Otherwise, we’ll be worse off than we were four years ago. Not only will we tumble back into another recession, but people will start to lose hope that it will ever get better.
Sincerely,
Attiana Collins.