Posted on 09/04/2009 7:54:11 PM PDT by Fred Nerks
IMO if there was any 'hand picking' going on, it was Obama Sr that was picked...to cover the true paternity, by some black Chicago radical. He was always destined to follow in his father's footsteps, Frank Marshall Davis' mentoring would have seen to that.
However, another african-american muslim militant/radical the movement didn't need. What was he going to achieve that way? Become a Black Panther leader?
He changed direction. Just as Malcolm X did when he returned from Mecca.
Like you Lucy its harder and harder to believe in coincidence.
The problem is we have about 20-25% of the story,some has to dig up the rest and I don’t know how.
After fathering 5 children, Mr. Davis divorced his wife, Helen, in 1970. He never remarried and lived just across from the University of Hawaii:
"In June 1969, I began living in a section of Waikiki known as the Jungle. Surrounded by big, pretentious tourist trap hotels, this area consisted of one- and two-story studio cottages, small hotels, and old homes converted into rooming houses and apartments. My quarters were a little studio facing a narrow, one-way street. My tiny porch with three stone steps was only two feet from the sidewalk, thus permitting me to hold conversations with pedestrians-and occasionally motorists-on both sides of the thoroughfare.
My neighbors were young men and women mainly from the mainland between eighteen and twenty-five years old, here on vacation or to attend the University of Hawaii. For the most part, they were from California, with a few from as far away as Maine and Florida. In addition there were others from South America, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia, Canada, the Caribbean, Samoa, Tonga, and the other islands of the South Pacific. Hippies were still numerous, but the majority I thought of as members of the Now Generation. My relationships and experiences were so interesting and fantastic I detailed them, along with my three trips to the mainland in 1973 and 1974 to read my poetry, in a separate tome entitled "That Incredible Waikiki Jungle."
What immediately impressed me about these young Americans, by far the numerical majority and most of them meeting for the first time in Hawaii, was their warm camaraderie and my ability to communicate on their own terms with no hint of a generation gap. Virtually all the young brothers consorted with ofay chicks (at least 80 percent of them longhaired blondes), and the sisters were affiliated with white boys. Occasionally a brother, a honky lad, and two white girls rented quarters together. Young blacks in bountiful Afros and wearing dashikis crashed in pads rented by ofays they never knew before; occasionally I permitted young white girls to sleep overnight on my floor. I saw no signs of racial hangups; these were all members of the Now Generation associating with whom they liked and color be damned.
(Davis, Livin' the Blues, pp. 327-328).
On page 323 Davis continues:
Hawaii is not for those who can be happy only in Soul City. This is no place for those who can identify only with Afro-America. "Little Harlem" is only a couple of blocks of bars, barbershops, and a soul food restaurant or two. When I arrived, the local establishment was trying to shunt black servicemen, gamblers, pimps, dope peddlers, and prostitutes into this area....
Because Smith Street was the closest Hawaii had to a black ghetto, it became a focus of work for the Communist Party in Hawaii. When attempting to lead a hostile CPUSA takeover of the NAACP in the late 1940s, Davis pointed to Smith Street as an example of segregation in Hawaii. And just as Davis described joining the CPUSA in "Sex Rebel: Black", he also described interracial group sex and voyeurism in the back room of a Smith Street bar he called the "Green Goose". (p278-80)
Obama describes Davis as playing a very intimate role in his life from age 9 to 18. When Barack returned to Honolulu from Indonesia in 1970, grandpa almost immediately took Barack to meet Davis. Davis was to serve as a father figure to the young Obama for much of his youth and adolescence. In light of the Communists' bizarre focus on Smith Street, Obama's description of meeting Davis for the first time at age 9 or 10 in 1970 or 1971 takes on new meaning:
...by the time I met Frank he must have been pushing eighty, with a big dewlapped face and an ill-kempt gray Afro that made him look like an old, shaggy-maned lion. He would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with gramps out of an emptied jelly jar. As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks. Eventually, the conservation would turn to laments about women.
"They'll drive you to drink, boy," Frank would tell me soberly. "And if you let ‘em, they'll drive you into your grave."
I was intrigued by the old Frank, with his books and whiskey breath and the hint of hard-earned knowledge behind the hooded eyes. The visits to his house always left me feeling vaguely uncomfortable, though, as if I were witnessing some complicated, unspoken transaction between the two men, a transaction I couldn't fully understand....
Then Obama immediately segues into a description of Smith Street:
....The same thing I felt whenever Gramps took me downtown to one of his favorite bars, in Honolulu's red light district.
"Don't tell your grandmother," he would say with a wink, and we'd walk past hard-faced, soft-bodied streetwalkers into a small, dark bar with a jukebox and a couple of pool tables. Nobody seemed to mind that Gramps was the only white man in the place, or that I was the only eleven- or twelve-year-old. Some of the men leaning across the bar would wave at us, and the bartender, a big, light-skinned woman with bare, fleshy arms, would bring a Scotch for gramps and a Coke for me. If nobody else was playing at the tables, Gramps would spot me a few balls and teach me the game, but usually I would sit at the bar, my legs dangling from the high stool, blowing bubbles into my drink and looking at the pornographic art on the walls-the phosphorescent women on animal skins, the Disney characters in compromising positions....
...Our presence there felt forced, and by the time I had reached junior high school I had learned to beg off from Gramps's invitations, knowing that whatever it was I was after, whatever it was that I needed, would have to come from some other source.
In essence, when the young Obama returned from Indonesia, Gramps set about teaching him the CPUSA version of what it meant to be black. That is why Obama was introduced to Davis and that is why gramps took him to Smith Street until Obama finally stopped accepting the initiations.
This also explains Gramps' reaction when Madelyn Dunham is hassled by a black panhandler while waiting for a bus. Instead of agreeing to give his wife a ride to work, Gramps is consumed by the fear that Madelyn, (or Toot, as Obama calls her) is a racist. Gramps reports this to Obama who then goes to talk to Davis in an effort to sort it all out. (Dreams p 87-91) For Obama, the incident was so shattering that he found himself talking about it on the campaign stump several times in March, 2008 and calling his grandmother "a typical white person."
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DON'T TELL YOUR GRANDMOTHER!
IMO Stanley Armour wanted to be seen and accepted as a radical and he probably prostituted/compromised his grandson in the process. Remember, Stanley Armour was there amongst the welcoming committee when Obama Sr arrived in Hawaii in 1959, almost a full year before Stanley Ann graduated, and her mother left the mainland to join her husband. Stanley Armour Dunham has a lot to answer for...but it's too late to point that out to him.
Pop
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I’m sure he’s unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers.
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ‘cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop’s black-framed glasses
And know he’s laughing too.
— Barack Obama
http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2008/09/pop-by-barack-o.html
Great work and great find Fred. Outstanding read.....I pray we make it through the next few years.
Talk about burying your lede. You gotta wade through a lot there to get to Valerie Jarrett.
I posted the article as it was written:
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2009/06/obama-file-78-smoking-gun-proof-that.html
not everything comes in three lines for instant gratification
It’s a huge worry, the more czars, the more radicals, the more he digs himself in, the greater the danger.
Over here-—
I almost wish this was breaking later.
Oh well behind every successful man, there is a woman. In this case her initials are VJ.
No need to name “names”, LucyT. Anyone who read this forum before the election knows that there were heated debates between those who saw the EXTREME danger in an Obama presidency and those who were supporting voting third party or not voting at all because they wanted to teach the Republicans a lesson. Those people, whether they want to admit it or not, helped Obama win the White House.
We needed EVERY vote we could get, and some of these so-called FRiends threw us to the wolves who are now running roughshod over us all.
http://www.usasurvival.org/docs/Rpt_Davis_Sex.pdf
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2008/01/obama-file-7-barack-obama-and.html
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_08.html
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-wins-labor-wins-working-families.html
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2009/09/jarvis-tyner-executive-vice-chair-of.html
http://newzeal.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-file-33-troika-key-obama.html
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