In most elections, the deceased mother of a candidate in the primaries is not the subject of a magazine profile. But Ann Soetoro was not like most mothers.
http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1729524,00.html
You have to read this article. Every page has at least one gem. The "natural-born mother" who scraped her kid off on mom and dad used to cry "when she felt like she wasn't being understood in conversation." Spoiled much? Manipulative often? She met Barack Obama, Sr. in college in the early 1960s. In Russian class.
"He had this magnetic personality," remembers Neil Abercrombie, a member of Congress from Hawaii who was friends with Obama Sr. in college. "Everything was oratory from him, even the most commonplace observation."..."We would drink beer, eat pizza and play records," Abercrombie says. They talked about Vietnam and politics. "Everyone had an opinion about everything, and everyone was of the opinion that everyone wanted to hear their opinion—no one more so than Barack."
Yay. A chatty, know-it-all drunk. Mom hooked up with the commie Cliff Clayburn. He was married back home as well as to Ann and he dropped her like a hot rock when he got a scholarship to Harvard. Isn't that where his kid went to school? His American kid, I mean. So he's a legacy, then.
In1967 Ann Dunham Obama married an Indonesian named Lolo Soetoro and moved to Indonesia.
"Walking off the plane, the tarmac rippling with heat, the sun bright as a furnace," Obama later wrote, "I clutched her hand, determined to protect her."
He was five. When your kindergartener feels the need to protect you, perhaps you have not been diligent in providing him a sense of security. She did keenly feel the white man's burden, though, dispensing alms to every beggar that came by. Word travels fast in Jakarta, and soon she was forced to pass judgment on who was the most needy of the flood of people who came looking for a handout. Who saw that happening? Fortunately, Lolo worked for an American oil company, so they were pretty well set up.
Around the time that marriage ended, Barack was sent to live with his grandparents, the typical white people. Mom kept his sister. When Ann decided to return to Indonesia her 14-year-old son said, pass. He stayed in Hawaii. Ann didn't seem to mind. While he embarked on a dynamic career in Chicago politics his mom puttered about on the literal other side of the planet, spending over two decades to almost complete her doctoral dissertation on peasant blacksmithing in Indonesia.
On the one hand I don't want to be thought of as badmouthing the dead; on the other hand, she's dead, she won't care. Her son is running for President; looking at how he was raised is prudent. If my own personal son became a hatchet murderer you can bet people would be taking issue with the way I toilet trained him at knifepoint. Mr. Obama has a problem with "white people" like his mother and the people who raised him. He married a woman who is stridently dissatisfied with the racist, sexist, backwards country that gave her everything. How he came to be that way has everything to do with how he'd run the show.
About Me
- A.G. Clifton
- Miss Clifton was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus rolling down Highway 21. The only child of itinerant grifters, she supplemented her family's meager income through faking food poisoning and stepping in front of cars. Later in life she discovered a talent for Faith healing. She toured the continent healing people named Faith. Along the way she met and married her son's father, but sadly, the two parted ways after she discovered what he actually meant by "animal husbandry." Miss Clifton lives in an abandoned railroad shed on the outskirts of town where she pursues her life's work of constructing the world's largest ball of aluminum foil. Donations cheerfully accepted.