The first vote I cast in a presidential election was for Jimmy Carter in the 1976 New York primary. Carter came in fourth, after Senators Henry Jackson and Morris Udall and a slate of uncommitted delegates. Yet I bet two friends that the Georgia governor would win the nomination and go on to victory in November—the last political bet I ever won.

What made me so confident? Mainly Carter’s frank rejection of racism—a turn that, as someone born and raised in the South, I felt the country desperately needed. But also a turn that it seemed the country fervently wanted. Carter had lost his first run for governor of Georgia, in 1966, to the arch-segregationist Lester Maddox, and in his second attempt he had been careful to say as little as possible about race, or even to campaign too hard for Black votes. So it made headlines when, during his inauguration speech, he announced:

I say to you quite frankly, the time for discrimination is over. No poor, rural, weak or black person should ever have to bear the additional burden of being deprived of the opportunity of an education, a job or simple justice.

Carter’s record as a populist governor, combined with his forthright commitment to racial justice, gave him an appeal that no other candidate could match. But would coastal liberals give a man who sounded like him, and who described himself as a “peanut farmer,” any chance at all? A win in the Iowa caucuses lent him credibility, while victories in Pennsylvania (which prompted Jackson to withdraw) and Wisconsin (where he edged out Udall) gave him the nomination—and, eventually, victory over Republicans still scarred by Watergate and Vietnam.

In office, Carter’s record was mixed: He normalized relations with China, pursued the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks with the Soviet Union, and brokered the Camp David Accords between Israel and Egypt. He also kept his campaign promise to deliver a full and unconditional pardon to Vietnam War draft resisters. But his focus on reducing the federal deficit—at the time, a mere $79 billion (compared with $1.9 trillion in 2024)—limited new initiatives, while his administration was also hamstrung by persistent stagflation (a politically lethal combination of high inflation and low growth). Out of office, as we’ve been reminded since his death on December 29, Carter became a superstar among ex-presidents, waging peace from South Africa to North Korea, speaking out against Israeli apartheid, and remaining a staunch defender of voting rights and human rights at home and abroad. (Readers who want more detail should consult Nation editorial board member Kai Bird’s sympathetic biography The Outlier.)

This month will see the inauguration of another outsider president, whose first-term ambitions, like Carter’s, often ran aground on the shoals of inexperience. At 78, Donald Trump will be the oldest man ever inaugurated as president, and he is unlikely to have a very long post–White House career. But this time, he takes office not as a political novice, but with a veteran’s awareness of the levers of power in Washington and how they can be used to further his aims.

Here at The Nation, we make no pretense to neutrality. Whenever Trump moves to restrict the rights of women, people of color, or indeed any US citizen, whether native-born or naturalized, we will oppose him. As we will oppose any effort to abridge our civil liberties, shred the social safety net, rob the poor to fund tax breaks for the rich, or turn our flawed republic into an autocracy. But those are differences of principle, and if Trump pursues aims we would otherwise support—loosening the hold of Big Ag on farmers or that of Big Pharma on our healthcare, pursuing peace in Korea or seeking to negotiate an end to the war in Ukraine—we won’t oppose them simply because he’s the one in office.

Current Issue

October 2025 Issue

Meanwhile, as Ethan Iverson’s cover story reminds us, the cultural life of the country continues. Likewise Sam Adler-Bell on the new Bob Dylan biopic, Bijan Stephen on the dance music of Jamie xx, and Jess Cotton on Olga Tokarczuk’s magic mountain. Of course, politics and culture are not so easily separated, as Daniel Bessner’s appreciation of Noam Chomsky and Hussein Omar’s essay on the poet Fady Joudah both underline. Not to mention our usual array of stellar columnists and commentators; a harrowing account by contributing writer Mohammed Mhawish of being buried by Israel; cartoonist Steve Brodner’s take on the incoming administration; and much, much more.

So stay with us. It could be a long four years.

D.D. Guttenplan
Editor