Before settling in to work, we noticed a large travel case on the mantelpiece. I unsnapped the latches and lifted the top. On one side there was a large desert scene on a marble base featuring miniature gold figurines, as well as a glass clock powered by changes in temperature. On the other side, set in a velvet case, was a necklace half the length of a bicycle chain, encrusted with what appeared to be hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of rubies and diamondsalong with a matching ring and earrings. I looked up at Ben and Denis. A little something for the missus, Denis said. He explained that others in the delegation had found cases with expensive watches waiting for them in their rooms. Apparently, nobody told the Saudis about our prohibition on gifts. Lifting the heavy jewels, I wondered how many times gifts like this had been discreetly left for other leaders during official visits to the kingdomleaders whose countries didnt have rules against taking gifts, or at least not ones that were enforced. I thought again about the Somali pirates I had ordered killed, Muslims all, and the many young men like them across the nearby borders of Yemen and Iraq, and in Egypt, Jordan, Afghanistan, and Pakistan, whose earnings in a lifetime would probably never touch the cost of that necklace in my hands. Radicalize just 1 percent of those young men and you had yourself an army of half a million, ready to die for eternal gloryor maybe just a taste of something better. I set the necklace down and closed the case. All right, I said. Lets work.

A Promised Land by Barack Obama