Everyone turns to look at Charlie, who says, "I live in Southeast D.C. If you don't know the area, think Compton, or South Central L.A., Detroit, the South Bronx." I idly wonder whether this is the first clue Charlie's white colleagues are getting about Charlie's everyday life. Did they even know where he lives, exactly? "Dilapidated schools, drugs, guns, and what else?" Some smitty knows: "Gangs?" Charlie: "Gangs give you a sense of belonging, and usually, an income. But mostly, they give you a sense of dignity. Men are men, and men'll seek pride. Everybody here has got a badge to wear. 'I'm the Deputy Communications Director.' 'I made Presidential Classroom.' 'I know the answer. I'm going to Cornell.' You think bangers are walking around with their heads down, saying, 'Oh man, I didn't make anything out of my life. I'm in a gang.' No, man! They're walking around saying, 'Man, I'm in a gang. I'm with them." I get the parallels to terrorist groups but, again, I'm not sure how helpful this is. The U.S. doesn't deal well with its own gangs, so I'm not sure recognizing the ways in which the Taliban is a gang is going to change anything.
Anyway, no time to wonder: a bunch of Secret Service agents come in, accompanying POTUS and FLOTUS. FLOTUS is not having a good hair day. These brainiacs in the Presidential Classroom are a little slow on the uptake with regard to standing up when the President enters the room and their teacher has to stage-whisper some of them into doing so. POTUS asks, "What the hell's going on?" C.J. explains. He gestures to them to replant their butts. Jed: "You women seem bright and lovely. The men? Disturbingly dense." Abby says, "Ignore him. God knows the rest of us do." ["Here's where my sister, who'd never seen the show before, rolled her eyes and said, 'That was a pretty crappy line. Isn't this show up for a million Emmys?'" -- Wing Chun] POTUS complains to Charlie that he thought Charlie came down to get him some apples and peanut butter. Charlie tells him they're out of apples. Yeah, but I thought that I may have seen, there, a peach. POTUS takes the news well and asks, "So, we're stuck here, huh?" One boy says, "Yes, sir." Jed: "Well, I live here." So I guess he's not really stuck after all. The same kid says, "Yes, sir." There's mild polite laughter. He tells C.J. that he's going back to his office, and tells the kids it was nice meeting them all. Abby says she's going to stay a few minutes. As Jed's about to leave, one boy asks, "Sir? Do you consider yourself a man of principle?" Um, kid? You're supposed to be one of the best and brightest? You're asking the President of the United States this question, in front of a room full of people? What do you think he's going to say? Oy. Jed patiently and gently says, "I try to be." The kid chokes out, "Well, don't you consider...I mean, I know they're our enemy, but don't you consider there's something noble about being a martyr?" Jed considers the question and replies, "A martyr would rather suffer death at the hands of an oppressor than renounce his beliefs. Killing yourself and innocent people to make a point is sick, twisted, brutal, dumb-ass murder." (And not to mention, since it doesn't seem to have reached everyone yet, and really would have been a point worth making in this show, that it's also completely prohibited in Islam.) "And let me leave you with this thought before I go searching for the apples that were rightfully mine: we don't need martyrs right now. We need heroes. A hero would die for his country but he'd much rather live for it." That's a nice thought, but how does it address the issue of those who incorrectly believe that what they're doing is ensuring themselves a place in Heaven? Oh, it doesn't. Jed leaves.