Letter I wish I could send to Obama...

[mirrera]

Dear Barack,
If you were my son I would tell you how much I love you and how proud I am of your stamina, goals achieved, and compassion, But you are not my son, even though a woman my age and race was your mother. I just want to say I am sorry. I am sorry that the country that birthed your unlikely story, has not yet lived up to its reputation.

On the one hand I am thrilled by the love and beauty of the many hands upraised at your presence. The art, the love, the fervent longing. As an artist, I revel in the sculptural beauty of reaching arms of every shade, the liquid eyes, the trusting baby softness of a child's trusting surrender in your embrace.

They paint your brand (so smart to have one in this branded culture) on barns and city streets. Your iconic face so quickly mural-ed on brick and brack surfaces. I am awed by the outpouring of common sense your trip has evoked...

I could happily live my entire life among our tribe of supporters, but in my town there are people that don't read books or papers. There are people who think they are playing team sports, and they just want to win.

How? I keep asking myself, do they not see what praise you deserve. How? I keep asking myself do they not see that you and your family are what we strive for.

I shook your hand in Maine. I witnessed your hug of a supporter who had a badly burned face, unrecorded love.
My husband and I joked about your soft hands. The hands of a scholar, a thinker, a writer... nothing to scoff at, something to admire. Something to be proud of.
I am proud of you. Proud that you could grow and become what you are in America, in spite of our imperfections.

I am saddened by the ignorance, and so ashamed. As a naive and privileged white female, I am stunned that people care about your epidermis. I mean the pigment. As skin goes, yours is perfect. Mine has veins, and spots and all the other signs of a life well lived, or lived large.

I didn't know! Honestly, I didn't know that people were so stupid and so scared.

I just want to say from the bottom of my soul, you move me to tears. I look at you and Michelle, and your precious daughters and I see my own beloved husband and my two sons, and I am moved to tears.

Fear or love. That is what we bring to every situation, and you my dear Barack Obama are bringing love.

It is not the story teller's job to explain the story. Just tell it brother... the ones who have ears to hear are listening.

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[madeline_con]

1. Whatever is stopping you?

Send it, by all means! It's beautiful! :hug:

[mirrera]

2. Thank you... where do I send it?

[SheilaT]

3. You could probably

just put his picture on the envelope and the Post Office would get it to him.

In seriousness, though, his main HQ are in Chicago. Just go to his website and you may well find a mailing address you can use. . . .

[Booster]

4. What a beautiful letter. Yes, send it. I know Barack will be moved

even more than I was reading it. I wish I could write like that.:hug:

[Sebass1271]

5. BEAUTIFUL!!!. Please send it to his campaign headquarters

in Chicago. I am sure someone will read and will give to him.. Don't hesitate. Send it.

[Genevieve]

6. thta's exactly how I feel, but i could never express it so

eloquently like you have.

Now, send that beautiful letter, pleaae!