THIS MIGHT VERY WELL BE THE PROGRAM THAT ASSISTED THE KENYAN TO OBTAIN ENTRY INTO THE SCHOLARSHIP AT THE UNIVERSITY OF HAWAII:
http://atlasshrugs2000.typepad.com/atlas_shrugs/2008/10/how-could-stanl.html
excerpt:
1955: Frank Charles Laubach founded “Laubach Literacy International” (LLI) which was headquartered in New York State and serving Africa, the Middle East, Asia, Latin America and the Caribbean The objectives of LLI were to form partnerships for literacy, community development and peaceful social change. Dr. Laubach felt that World peace is a future ideal of freedom, peace and happiness among and within all nations. “The realization of world peace may also make the idea of individual nations obsolete.” LLI’s stated goal is identical to Marxism, which states that communism is the final stage in human society and is both classless and stateless.
The LLI was formed during an era when states required voters to meet minimum qualifications, such as passing literacy tests, in order to register to vote: a principal means by which southern states had prevented African-Americans from voting (to disenfranchise voters). Frank Laubach and Elijah Mohammed of the Nation of Islam both felt that minorities must learn to read to realize their goal of Pan-African social change. It is widely known that Malcolm Little (later Malcolm X), introduced to Nation of Islam (NOI) philosophy while in prison, spent his days memorizing the dictionary. In the context of illiterate blacks not being allowed to vote, LLI, NOI and Kenya became linked by their common goal to empower blacks to enact social change through literacy and advanced education.
And notice the players - Malcom X, NOI, pushing “social change” which somehow reminds me of “social justice”, etc.
dreams of my father:
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The big day finally arrived. I left the school building feeling like a condemned man. My legs were heavy, and with each approaching step toward my grandparents’ apartment, the thump in my chest grew louder. When, after standing in front of the door, I could think of no possible means of escape, I rang the doorbell. Toot opened the door.
“There he is! Come on, Bar . . . come meet your father.” And there, in the unlit hallway, I saw him, a tall, dark figure who walked with a slight limp. He crouched down and put his arms around me, and I let my arms hang at my sides.
“Well, Barry,” my father said. “It is a good thing to see you after so long. Very good.”
What is the pic at the airport? Greeting or departure??