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Gretchen, I found your comment on my blog about Obama stimulating. It could be the basis of an interesting discussion. I knew nothing of Michelle Obama's master's thesis. I went and read it and some commentaries on it. I did not find it very surprising as it was just a University exercise for a degree by a young woman who tried to write about something she thought she knew something about on an intellectual and feeling level. I wonder if life has taught her more since. She is hardly "peripheral" facing becoming the First Lady.
I do know it is very hard being Black and trying to fit fully into White America while honouring your roots in Black America. I watched a friend go though it in Seminary. He was from Jackson Mississipi and only ever got ahead with White benefactors to be part of a largely white denomination. He felt obliged to bite the hand that fed him to earn his credentials in the black power movement. He lived with myself and my wife so I came to know he just wanted to be a loving gentle pastor, holding elderly ladies hands. It was so stressful he escaped for a year by going to Oxford, (I stayed behind to work in the Black Community.) He came back shocked at discovering Black Africans who were "more British than the British" (privileged colonialists.) It added to his confusion.
He was given a unique black congregation by our white liberal denomination, which wanted to be fully related to the black community.
Here are a couple of telling humourous stories.
He wanted to treat my wife and I to a meal once and insisted on taking us to the Top of the Hub in Boston. When we walked in the greeter said "Do you want your usual table Rev Frazier" I laughed and pointed out how incongruous this was how he tried to convince everyone he was a street level radical preacher, ( I think I actusally used the words nigger and fraud, as only a real friend could get away with)when he really enjoyed hanging out with the privileged class.
One more, in front of me he was embarassed when a black man he was couselling on a marriage service, which he wanted them to make an "African One" called him out. After performing a dance, of sorts, he said was an African wedding dance, the fellow flatly said, "Looks like the Mississippi shuffle to me!" I tried to keep a staight face.
I wouldn't put too much stock in Michelle Obama's thesis at an age she was trying to know herself as a "black " student wanting to belong in Princeton. She might not have been so conflicted if she had gone to Morehouse or Howard.
I have just watched the youtube slide show on the Kinzua Bridge. It is very interesting. This historic bridge, taken down by a tornado, ought to be rebuilt. I recommend the youtube presentation for a real appreciation of the bridge and the lovely setting it is in.
I'm a freelance writer always looking for new markets. I suffer with mind-shattering migraines and end up in hospitals all over while they experiment and try to "help." I spend a lot of time on the road, so this is my way to keep in touch with all my family and friends.
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Just amazing picture!
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Gretchen, I found your comment on my blog about Obama stimulating. It could be the basis of an interesting discussion. I knew nothing of Michelle Obama's master's thesis. I went and read it and some commentaries on it. I did not find it very surprising as it was just a University exercise for a degree by a young woman who tried to write about something she thought she knew something about on an intellectual and feeling level. I wonder if life has taught her more since. She is hardly "peripheral" facing becoming the First Lady.
I do know it is very hard being Black and trying to fit fully into White America while honouring your roots in Black America. I watched a friend go though it in Seminary. He was from Jackson Mississipi and only ever got ahead with White benefactors to be part of a largely white denomination. He felt obliged to bite the hand that fed him to earn his credentials in the black power movement. He lived with myself and my wife so I came to know he just wanted to be a loving gentle pastor, holding elderly ladies hands. It was so stressful he escaped for a year by going to Oxford, (I stayed behind to work in the Black Community.) He came back shocked at discovering Black Africans who were "more British than the British" (privileged colonialists.)
It added to his confusion.
He was given a unique black congregation by our white liberal denomination, which wanted to be fully related to the black community.
Here are a couple of telling humourous stories.
He wanted to treat my wife and I to a meal once and insisted on taking us to the Top of the Hub in Boston. When we walked in the greeter said "Do you want your usual table Rev Frazier" I laughed and pointed out how incongruous this was how he tried to convince everyone he was a street level radical preacher, ( I think I actusally used the words nigger and fraud, as only a real friend could get away with)when he really enjoyed hanging out with the privileged class.
One more, in front of me he was embarassed when a black man he was couselling on a marriage service, which he wanted them to make an "African One" called him out. After performing a dance, of sorts, he said was an African wedding dance, the fellow flatly said, "Looks like the Mississippi shuffle to me!" I tried to keep a staight face.
I wouldn't put too much stock in Michelle Obama's thesis at an age she was trying to know herself as a "black " student wanting to belong in Princeton. She might not have been so conflicted if she had gone to Morehouse or Howard.
Seems to serve as a photographic microcosm of America. Fun down, orn out, but still beautiful.
Uh...make that RUN down, and WORN out.:) Sticky note to self: never again type with work gloves on.:)
I have just watched the youtube slide show on the Kinzua Bridge. It is very interesting. This historic bridge, taken down by a tornado, ought to be rebuilt. I recommend the youtube presentation for a real appreciation of the bridge and the lovely setting it is in.
Thanks for posting that shot. I have heard about the bridge, but never saw it or a picture of it!
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