HILARIOUSLY OBAMIZED: TALES FROM THE PRESIDENTIAL PRIMARIES 1-10
1. Professor Jill -- 2. The lunch table -- 3. Like Eleanor
Roosevelt -- 4. Divided We Stand -- 5. A letter to myself
6. Grandma Mary -- 7. Lina casts the
vote -- 8. The InOutsider -- 9. Caucus Spy -- 10. King Pig
1. Professor Jill
This woman is in her wisdom
years: been there, seen life, done that, and walks with a smile in her heart.
Her students are always in class on time. They don’t want to lose the points
for attendance. She insists that you must be there at the beginning of class to
get the points.
“When I enter the class is the beginning
of class. A minute after that, you’re late!”
“If you are going to class and
you see her ahead of you; no need to hurry.”
“She always goes to the bathroom.
It takes her two minutes and she’s out.”
“What does she do there in two
minutes?”
“Dunno what women do.”
“I’ll find out.”
“How?”
“I’ll ask Jane.”
In the bathroom, the professor places her books on the couch. She goes to the mirror: looks at her face, brushes the gray hairs with her hands and smiles. For her, the grey hairs are signs of how far she has come. The first grey hairs appeared during the custody battle with her former husband. More appeared a few weeks before the defense of her second degree. She knows her grey hairs and what they represent. She looks at them as signs of her achievement. She smiles, washes her hands and picks up her books.
Three students are by the door.
She expects them to go into the class as she approaches. They don’t. They are
on her way.
“What’s going on?” Jill says.
“We just want to tell you.”
“We want to take the quiz and leave the
class.”
“We don’t want to disrespect you;
that’s why we want to tell you that-.”
“We’re going to El Dorado-.”
“To see Obama!”
The professor is shocked. She notes that they did not ask for permission. They told her what they would do. She read from their attitude that they cared less for her approval and her class than for their mission.
“Thank God, I’m for Hillary.” She thinks as she enters the class.
2. The lunch table
It is brunch time at Rhatigan
Students’ Center. Coming from the icy weather outside, many people go to the
hot food section.
“This is not where I want to be
at.”
"You still want to come with me to
“Sure. But if I miss the quiz-.”
“Send a message to Professor Greg.
He will understand. After all, he told us about his involvement in the civil
rights demonstration when he was at college.”
“You know Doctor Greg. He will
not reschedule.”
“It’s your choice. This is a
lifetime event. I’m off.” Jude stands up with his tray and coffee.
Bryan pushes the rest of the burger into his mouth and leaves. He walks towards the class. He is very slow; still trying to decide on what to do. He hunches his shoulders as the winter air seeps into his body. He still walks slowly.
“What?”
There are seven messages from his
Advanced Method class. He opens the first one.
“Just want to tell you that I
won’t be in class. I’m going to
Cold air rushes into the professor’s office. He gets up to close the door.
The professor is not happy about
the message.
“It’s okay for the student to
choose what he wants to do.” He shrugs his shoulder.
“It’s not okay for a student to
decide for me that I’ll give him a make-up.” He frowns and opens the next
message.
“Professor, I won’t be in class
today. I have to hear Barack Obama speak. Can I have a make-up quiz?”
“At least, this one respects my
authority to be the one to make the decision about make-up quiz.”
He opens the third message.
“Professor, everybody is going to
On the whole he has seven such
messages in a class of thirteen students. What will he do?
“If I teach six students, I will
still repeat the lecture later for the benefit of the majority of the class who
are absent. I’ll cancel the class.”
“It’s not fair on the six that will
be there.” He gets up and picks his file.
3. Like Eleanor Roosevelt
Julia is a nurse at
“I remember when we went to
campaign for George Bush.” Chinwe says.
“You were very young then. Did
you know what was going on?”
“Yes Mom. I was ten then. We went
to the hall across the road from the church. Different people spoke. People
clapped. I clapped so hard.”
“Maybe that’s why you like politics?”
Julia says.
“You and daddy used to watch the
debates. Daddy was a republican. You were a democrat.”
“No. We were both Independents.”
“Independents suck.” Ken is
playing a video game.
Chinwe pats him on the head.
“Politics sucks.” He says with
his eyes on the game.
“You’ll change your mind when you
grow up.”
“Never!”
Julia has gone to work. Chinwe is
alone when their father phones from
“Where is your mother?”
“At work.”
“What of your brother?
“Asleep.”
“Who are you with?”
“I’m almost fifteen years’ old,
Dad.”
“I forgot that you are now a big
girl.”
“Dad who are you voting for?”
“Obama.”
“Because he’s black?”
“He’s not black.”
“Dad, he’s black.”
“He is half black and half white.
He is socialized by his white mother’s family in white culture.”
“Are you saying that he is not
black?”
“He is half black in color.”
“Then why are you voting for
him?”
“He is a good organizer. He has
organized American youths. He unites people and has got black people who said
that he was not black to unite with white people who say that he is not white.
He also got us workers on his side. So
“I hear you Dad, but I wrote an essay
at school on why Hillary should rule America.
“Tell me.”
“May I bring it and read it to
you.”
“No, tell me about it. Convince
me.”
“Okay.
“Good point.”
“From 1848 when we had the first
Women’s convention in
“Women have been at the white
house since the first man went to the white house.” Okay says.
“No dad.”
“Yes. They have been first
ladies. Some of them were more powerful than the presidents.”
“That’s true. Eleanor Roosevelt
was a strong first lady. I represented her in a debate once.
I like the way she stood up for
Marian Anderson when other white women did not allow Marian to perform at the
Constitution Hall in
“Who is
“She was a world renowned concert
singer and the third highest concert box office drawer in America in the
twentieth century.”
“I’m so proud of you my daughter.
You will go places.”
“I am still interested in
becoming a pediatrician. That’s one of the reasons why I like Hillary. She
likes children.”
“Go for it.” Her father does not
want to say that Obama likes children and has two of them in his house. He is
happy that his daughter has her own mind.
They classify
She is by the window admiring the
snow flakes. They have predicted that it will snow all week in
“He works really hard. That’s how
we can have all these big cars and prime horses.” Doug Jr. speaks on the phone.
“My Mom works in our family company.
That’s why I want to study accounting and law. I’ll work there as a partner.”
His friend says.
“My Mom doesn’t work. She’s a
stay-home.” He laughs.
“Sit down.”
“What is it Mom?” Doug Jr. says.
“Sit down!”
Carol sits.
“I don’t want to sit.” Doug Jr.
puts his two hands on his waist. He is seventeen and over six feet. He looks
down at her face that is seven inches below his.
“Why do you tell your friends
that I don’t work?”
“Because you don’t.” Doug Jr.
says.
“You know all the work that I do
in this house and I have explained to both of you that I am not-.”
“Give me a break. Speak to the
media.” Dou Jr. walks out.
“Sit down.”
“What’s wrong Mom.” Carol says.
“You are sixteen years old and
becoming a woman. Listen to me.”
“Don’t bully her.” Doug Jr. says.
“Get out of here. This is women’s
caucus!”
“Whatever.” Doug Jr. leaves the
family room.
Elizabeth has always encouraged her children to be independent-minded, but she now feels that their independence has gone too far.
“You have to come with me to the
Hillary campaign.”
“I don’t want to. Everybody is
going for Obama. Dad is there-.”
“Dad is a man. Men support Obama
because he is a man.”
‘That’s not true. It’s because he
is for change.”
“Hillary is for change also. She
will be the first woman president.”
“Obama wants to change
“Sit down.”
“You are my daughter. I nursed
and nurtured you and your brother all these years. He walks out on me when I
talk to him just like men do to women. Do you want to walk out on me like
them?”
It is Super Tuesday.
“Hi Ms Elizabeth.”
“Are you guys going to campaign?”
Elizabethe says.
“Yes. And maybe I can have a last
shot at convincing you about Obama.”
“
“
“Yes Ms Elizabeth.”
“You know that I love you like my
own son.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t ever. Don’t ever try to
convince me about that man!”
“Yes Maam. Sorry Maam.”
The snow is several inches high.
People are already out there; lined up in the snow.
“What are you doing there? Come
and campaign with us.”
“I’m not coming with you. I want to be with my
gender.” Carol says.
“Excuse me.”
The
idea of her son campaigning for Obama gets the better of her.
“Who cleaned and nurtured you all
these years.” She digs her hand on the neck of his coat. Doug Jr. stretches his
hands and slides out of the coat.
“Our house is divided Mom. Get
used to it.” He follows
5. A letter to myself
I am twenty three years old. I am not political, but I have a connection with a presidential candidate and I want to understand it. This is a note to me and you can read it. My parents got separated when I was four. Harry was two. I remember preschool with Bobby. Mom would drop us off and come for us later. It was when I was older that I got to know that she was taking college at the time.
Harry and I liked “Mommy homework” time. Once Mom says “mommy homework,” we would get our drawing books. For us, it meant “time to draw and play together.” It was fun time.
Mom was never a stay-home Mom.
She worked as a canteen supervisor at Boeing Plant in
When Mom went for training, we lived with Dad and Alex. Alex was a stay-home, so I asked her why she didn’t work.
“I work.” She said.
“No, you don’t.”
“I cook and clean. I take care of
you and your brother. I also take care of Baby Brit.”
“That’s not work.” I said.
“Sure, it is.”
“You get paid?”
“No. Your dad earns money for the
family.”
“Does he pay you?”
“I work for the family. He brings
the money he earns to the family.”
“So you don’t get paid when you
work for the family?”
“Something like that.”
From twelfth grade, I knew that I would choose to work at Boeing or at any other job that would pay me. When I heard Mom and John talk about their mean bosses, I began to think that I would not work for anybody.When Mom married my step-dad, John, both of them worked out of the house and did housework together. I kind of liked that. Bobby and me also cooked and cleaned and did the yard work with them.
My step-dad was the one that taught me how to cook. This is why I’m so confused about all this talk about gender oppression. He never told me that I couldn’t do anything because I was a woman. I played football and basket ball. He got a teacher to help us with our drawing because of our passion to express on canvas. That’s how I got scholarship for college. I still play Women’s basket ball. But I don’t think that it is gender oppression to have women’s team.
I double major in business and art. I want to open my own business and be my own boss. I opened a blog where I sell my drawings. I draw portraits. I drew a portrait of the presidential candidates and placed them on my blog.
People began to send me more photos of Barack, Hillary, McCain, Romney and many o other candidates. I kind of got interested and checked them out. I already know a lot about Hillary. She is upper class multiple times first lady. I got interested in Barack. He’s cool. He has a cool family too. His Mom and dad were divorced like mine. His Dad and Mom’s families love him just like mine. He has a sister and I have a brother. He has step-siblings just as I have. I don’t want to vote for him because he’s black and I don’t want to vote for Hillary because she’s a woman. I have things in common with Obama.
6. Grandma Mary
Grandmother Mary is sixty nine
years old and on wheelchair. She has lived at Old Manor in
“They are good children just as their father.” Grandma looks at the framed photograph of her son hanging above the television. She kept it there because she spends a lot of her time in front of the large screen television that he gave her two Christmases ago. She likes to see his face smiling down at her and assuring her that he is happy wherever he is.
Watching the digital television, Grandma Mary remembers her life as a young girl in the late 1940s and how her parents’ house used to be the social center during television time. They did not have television twenty four hours as we now do. Few people had television in their houses then. Most people had the radio. When her father bought the television, she thought that it was a radio with a screen. The kids in their quarter used to come to her house to watch the screen television. They were used to Jack Benny on the radio, so they liked to see the show on the screen.
Grandma Mary cannot believe that
things have changed so much in her life time. Now the television has become so
huge that there are so many channels and you can watch them any time. She presses the remote control and changes to
CNN. A crowd is cheering Barack Obama. Mary cannot believe that
A crowd is cheering Hillary. She
smiles. She remembers how women fought to win the vote and how they fought for
their rights. She cannot believe that a woman has come this far in her
lifetime. A woman president of the
She remembers that she once wanted to be an actress so that she could appear on the television. She used to play Sally, the country girl that ran away to the city and became a dancer. Her sister always played the piano while Mary danced at their imagined concert.
“You will get married and be a
respectable woman.” Her mother told her when she heard about her love for the
fictional Sally.
“What is respectable?” Mary was a bit
confused.
“You will get married and have
children.”
Mary did just that when she was twenty two. She met James Dayton and has lived at the Manor since then. James was a pallbearer at the wedding of her cousin. She admired James’ confidence and gait as the wedding train walked the isle. When her sister commented on his jug-ears, Mary remembered her mother telling her that men’s looks were not that important.
“He’s at Cornell and he’s rich.”
That was a good part of the attraction to James.
“How do you know?” Her friend,
Jane, had said.
“Men that go to
“I’m going to go to
“Women don’t go to Cornell.
That’s what my dad said.” Mary said.
“I will be the first woman at
Cornell.” Jane said, but she never made it to college. She got a job where she
hoped to save enough money that would help her in college. She got pregnant and
that stopped her college ambition. The father of her child joined the army and
helped her for a while before he died in
“Things have been hard for many
women in this country.” Grandma Mary thinks as she recalls Jane’s plight as a
mother. Mary once persuaded her husband to send money to Jane’s son when he was
applying for college. Jane went to college as a senior and now works at
Tompkins County Public Library in downtown
Now women can go to Cornell or to
any university that they like. A woman now wants to be the president of the
“Grandma, why do you raise your
hand?”
“Victory to women!” Grandma
raises her hand again.
“Have they won the war in
“We are doing home work on the
women who are fighting in
“Long before
“Where?’
“Tell us about it.”
The twins sit on the floor in front of their grandmother.
7. Lina casts the vote
Lina is a seventeen years’ old Cambodian American in
This time she feels
that she does not deserve the grade that the professor gave her. She
phones he mother, Mayo, to complain and explain why she
believes that her paper deserves an A+.
“Talk to the teacher.” Her mother,
Mayo, says on the phone.
“You think I should?”
‘Talk to him.”
“I don’t know If-.”
“Stand up for yourself. That’s
what
Lina is angry at herself for
telling her mother about it. It is difficult to hide things from her mother
because she phones her very often.
“Why didn’t you phone yesterday?”
Mayo says.
“I came back late from the
library.” Lina squeezes her mouth as a sign of displeasure. She does not like
the way her parents insist on knowing everything that she does. They don’t
monitor her brother in the same way even though he is younger than she is. Her
mother senses her displeasure and tries to smooth things over.
“You know that your father and I
love you very much. We worry about you when we hear about all these women who
get in trouble all the time due to no fault of theirs.”
“It’s okay Mom. I just came back
late and went straight to-.”
“Everything alright?”
“Ye-s.” Lina hesitates before she
says, “Sure.”
“How was your test? Did you make
a good grade this time?”
“I made an A but ….” She stops
talking.
“But what?”
“My friend that wrote exactly
what I wrote got more than me.”
“Is she white?”
“He is white.”
“A white boy?”
“He’s from my High School. He’s
also taking college classes.”
Lina tells her mother everything, yet she does not like to tell her mother everything. She has made friends with Joni and Melisa but she hardly speaks in their presence. They find it difficult to understand her accent and it embarrasses her. She tries to say as little as possible in class even when she knows that she has a good point to make. Speaking with her parents gives her the freedom to talk as much as she wants, but sometimes she resents the way her mother wants to know everything. Her mother even asks her what she is wearing in order to make sure that she is properly dressed. She does not really want to wear clothes that expose her tummy and boobs so she is pretty conservative in terms of dressing, but she still resents the fact that she is not like other girls. It makes her angry to see that her taste in dressing is different from the mainstream. She feels that her mother did not understand when she tried to discuss this with her.
“It’s okay to dress different.”
Mayo said.
“I know, but-.”
“Don’t worry about it. It shows
that I did a good job bringing you up to respect your body.”
“I think that other girls respect
their bodies too.”
“You’re beautiful as you are.”
Mayo said.
“That’s not what I’m talking
about Mom.”
Her mother has always bought clothes for her until she moved into the dorm. Even in the dorm, her parents insisted that she roomed with another Asian girl. Lina resents what she regards as her parents’ interference in her life. What makes her more angry is her going along with it. Now, her parents have checked out the presidential candidates and have decided on whom to vote for.
“Mike Huckabee is a Christian. He
is against abortion. He will restore good morals to the world.”
“Mom, if he wins, he will be the
president of
“American president rules the
world. We shall vote for him. When do you have time next weekend? We’ll come and
pick you for the weekend. Then you’ll register to vote for Huckabee.”
“I’ll register in
She did not register as a member of Huckabee's party. She registered as an Independent.
At scool, Lina does not shown interest in politics so no one includes her in their plans for political campaign. She has, however, followed all the controversy on the internet. She knows the top contenders in the parties. She knows that Obama and Clinton are the top candidates of the Democratic Party. She knows that McCain and Romney are the top republican candidates. Ron Paul is not doing well, but she likes his ideas on foreign policy and his concern for the poor. She does not understand why republicans are not toting for him.
“How are you my dear?” Mayo says
on the phone.
“Fine Mom.”
“Today is the day.”
“I’m getting ready to be there in
time to vote.” She says.
"For McCain. You remember that he's the one we now support. He's-."
"I know a lot about McCain, Mama. He is an American hero. A veteran with a beautiful running mate."
"Beautiful wife also. He is for family." Mayo adds.
"And he's old and wise. Maverick." Lina says.
“Good girl.” Mayo says.
Lina did not vote for her mother's candidate.
8. The InOutsider
Anezi is an immigrant from
Amanda and Jen wear Hillary
T-shirts.
Jen tosses one at Aney.
“Thanks; but I don’t want it.” Aney says.
“You’re for Obama?” Jen says.
Before Aney can say anything, Jen continues. “I can’t understand how any woman cannot be for her own gender. Women have suffered so much in the past and we have never had a woman at the White House.”
“I’m not allowed to have an
opinion on who to vote for.” Aney says.
“You can have an opinion; but you
cannot vote.” Jen says.
“That’s not what my visa says.”
Aney says.
“Anyway, you can still have it.
You can wear it on top of your blouse.” Amada says.
“Thanks.” Aney does not wear the
shirt.
“And you can come with us to the
caucus on Super Tuesday.” Amanda says.
“I’m not allowed to.”
“Sure you can come. It is a free
world.” Jen says.
“Not yet for me in
“You’re not an illegal immigrant;
are you?” Jen says.
“She can’t be illegal. She’s a
student. It’s just that her visa has conditions.” Amanda says.
“Let’s watch the games.” Aney is
irritated by the questions and does not want to argue with anybody about
politics and her visa.
It is almost six o’clock in the evening of Super Tuesday. Aney is in her room. Amanda and Jen have gone to the democratic caucus to vote for Hillary. She feels left out even though nobody left her. She gets ready to go to the library for her class group meeting. Aney knows that all the seven members of the group will not be there. Some have emailed to say that they were going to the caucus. She puts on very warm sweater over her blouse, puts on heavy boots to wade through any volume of snow that may fall. She takes her coat to leave, but the telephone rings. They have cancelled the group meeting because of bad weather.
Aney does not stay back in her
room. She still leaves the dorm. She still makes her way towards the library.
“I’ll still research for the
group and also find out what a ‘caucus’ is like from the Internet.”
It is only now that she realizes how much she misses not going to the caucus like all her friends. She knows that they will tell her about it, but she regrets not being able to get the story first hand.
Aney knows that the event will
take place at the Metroplex on
She exits from the back of the Engineering building and makes her way towards the library. She still walks slowly as she thinks about her predicament. You need a job in order to qualify for a National number. She has just got a job in the kitchen and has applied for an ID number.
“But I can’t keep my life on hold
just because I have no car and no cell phone.”
“I can go to the caucus. I can
walk. I can run.”
“Yes, I can!” She smiles for she
knows that the words are not really hers. She has heard Obama supporters say it
several times. Aney turns back from the steps of the library. She makes her way
to the caucus. She walks fast. She runs.
9. Caucus Spy
The weather is dry and cold. Anene makes her way from the Library of Wichita State University to the Metroplex on Twenty Ninth Street and Oliver Street. It is a distance of about two and half miles. Anene walks fast. She checks her watch occasionally. She has heard her friend, Amanda, say that they will close the gate at seven. She runs. She is lucky that the weather is dry and not yet messy. He winter boots make her legs heavy and slow down her pace. She pants. She is happy at the thought of “going to see the caucus.” She still does not know that it is not a show to see but an event to experience.
She is at the Metroplex before seven. There are more cars than she has ever seen at the place. When the popular Comedian performed there, she was amazed at the number of cars. When they had the GED exam, the two lots were full. This time, the lots, the front, back and even the road sides are full of cars. She is happy to see other people who have parked by the roadside and are walking. She joins them. She does not know where to go to and does not want to stand out. She follows the crowd.
She is surprised to see that everybody is going into the building. She had expected to watch the ‘show’ from a distance. She hesitates. She does not know what to say when they ask her to show her identity card, because she has none.
“Come on girl. It’s cold out
there.” A man holds the door for her. He is a senior. He laughs.
“Thank you.” She smiles at him.
She is surprised to see the large
crowd. You can’t move without rubbing your body between people. It reminds her
of festivals in her home town in
“Excuse me.” She smiles between people as she makes her way. Nobody is offended that she “invades” their space. They are also moving and “invading” the spaces of others. But nobody thinks of it in terms of invasion of space. It feels like family.
People are registering to vote. She stands for a while to look at the crowd. So far, nobody has treated her differently. They have not even asked for her ID. A man passes by her. He is carrying a child of about three. She is surprise to see that children also go to caucuses.
The child catches her smiling up at him. He stretches his hands.
“Is this one going to vote too?”
Aney touches the child’s outstretched hand, something that she would not have dared to do anywhere else.
“When he grows up, I want him to
know that he was here when history was changed.” The man says. He makes his way
into the auditorium.
It does not look like they are
asking anybody for ID.
“I must see what is going on
there.” Aney walks behind the man to the auditorium.
The auditorium is also full of people. They are telling people to leave the isle, but people are everywhere. Someone is giving instructions through the microphone.
“Obama supporters on this side of
the auditorium.” The microphone voice is outdone by Barack Obama supporters.
“Obama! Obama! Obama!”
“Hillary supporters on this
side.” The microphone is louder.
“Hillary! Hillary! Hillary!” From
the banners that go up, she can see that the enthusiasts are in the front of
the right side of the hall.
Anene makes her way towards the Hillary side to find Jen and Amanda. The only way that she can get to the front without too much difficulty is to go round through the upper level. She goes through the left side isle and goes up. She is surprised to see that the upper levels are packed with enthusiastic supporters.
“Hey, you’re in my class.”
Someone says.
“Yes. I’m Aney.” Anene says.
“I know. I’m Sue.”
Aney does not find her friends.
She goes back to the back isle. People are talking.
“No caucus has ever been this
full.” A woman says.
“Really.”
"It's like a fiar."
Anene opens her mouth like her eyes do not "consume" enough of the magic.
The woman tells her about different caucuses from the sixties. Anene does not hear or understand the woman’s stories but she enjoys the sharing and punctuates it with ‘year’ and ‘really.’ The woman does not tell her that she has a foreign accent, does not even ask where she is from. She reminds Anene of her grandmother who always cooks a lot of food because she expects to share with anyone that comes by.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” She
says.
“Stay and be counted.” The woman
says.
She goes to the bathroom. There is
no other person in the bathroom except Anene. Every other person has to be counted.
She does not feel left out. She is very happy. She brings out her small year
planner and writer:
“This is
It does not care who
you are, your color or your age.
Men and women are like boys and girls - full of fun.
Without race without gender, this is
Outside, the snow has covered all
the cars.
No one knows which one is his or her car.
People press their panic buttons.
“Peee,” “uu,” “ew-ew.”
Noises
fill the air as people try to locate their cars.
“Here we go again.” Aney says and
shakes her head.
She wades through the snow with
the smile still on her face.
10. King Pig
Lynnette was eight in 1960 when Martin Luther King died. Even though she was young at the time of the civil rights movement, she remembers her mother always telling her how the movement would change things.
“I left Tennessee because of you. I had no chance picking cotton twice a year. I saw you becoming just like me. So when we got word that Dr. King said we should register to vote, we did just that. But we got kicked out by the land owners because we dared to register to vote. Blacks were no longer slaves but the treatment had not changed. Black men were given the right to vote way back before women got the right to vote, but nobody gave blacks the chance to vote. So when Dr. King said ‘go’ we went and registered. We got kicked out of the farm. So I moved with your father from Fayette Tennessee. We’ve been in Chicago from 1958. You were months old then.” Her mother, Georgia, said.
“What happened to my dad?’
“Police picked him up and threw
him in jail.”
“What did he do?”
“I told you before girl. You
didn’t have to do nothing at that time to be thrown in jail if you’re black.
Jail was better than lynching.”
“What?”
“In the past, they would have
burnt him alive.”
“No.”
“I tell you these things girl. Never forget your history. Always look forward to what you can do to change things in this country. God created this country to be great. Look at the things it has, but some people want all to themselves. They don’t want us to share the freedom and the good things in this country. This is why we want change. All good people want change.” Georgia said.
Life in the city had not been
much better than life in rural
“Girl! There is hope in the good
Lord. That’s what doctor King says and I believe him. When black people win
this fight, I’ll get a normal job that will give me time to come to your school
events. We have to win the big fight to end segregation, then I can be truly
proud of this my country that I love so much.”
“Mom, you speak stylish English
like my teacher.”
“I learn from Doctor King. I
learn from the radio. Girl, you too! Learn his speeches. They’re given to him
by God. They’re not his words. They come to him from the Almighty.”
The
College has given her a job at Students’ Life, but Lynette dreams big like her
mother. She wants to own a house and give her son a life that is better than
her own. Like her father, her son’s father wound up in prison. But unlike her
father, her husband did something. He was one of the students who were caught
with drugs at the Super Bowl party.
Lynette
works at College five days a week and works as a nanny on weekends. She takes
her son with her to Ms Johnson’s house where she spends all day taking care of Matt
Johnson. The house is a hug house on
“What
is it boy? You and Matt fighting?”
“Na-a.
I want to go home.” Lamar says.
“Matt,
what happened?”
“He
wanted to play the Pig with a good house. I told him he can’t because he’s
black. The wise pig is white.”
“Matt,
look at me. Anybody can be anything he wants to be.”
“How
come you don’t own a big house and a big car? Don’t you want a big house like
my Mom?” Matt says; his innocent eyes on Lynette.
“Of
course I want a big house and that is why I am working hard to improve myself
and make more money.”
“Boy!
You can be anything you want to be. That’s why I work hard to provide for you
and send you to a good school. Don’t ever listen to anybody who tells you that
you cannot follow your dream and be what you want to be just because you are
black.”
“What
is my dream, Mom?”
“You
just told me your dream. You want to be the one that succeeds like the wise pig.
You want to be like the wise pig that do what his mother tells him to do and
what his teachers tell him to do so that he will be respectful and hard
working. You want to be like the pig that went to college and got good grades
and got a good job.”
“What
is the job Mom?”
“A very
good job that he used to help other people.”
“Like a
doctor who fixes people when they are sick?”
“Yes,
like a doctor.”
“Come, let me tell you about another boy like
you that had a dream. People tell him that he can’t do it and he says, “Yes I
can! His name is Barack Obama!”
“Obama!
Obama! Obama!” Lamar jumps up and down.
“Obama!
Obama! Obama!” Matt jumps up and down.
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