Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Africa

Africa, my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs....
Is this you, this back that is bent
This back that breaks under the weight of humiliation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying yes to the whip under the midday sun.....
That is Africa your Africa
That grows again patiently obstinately
And its fruit gradually acquires
The bitter taste of liberty

David Diop

Friday, September 14, 2007

Nairobi

I ran into this on a friends page... thought it was very creative....

I grew up in Nairobi, sorry if you didnt

Do you always check for your wallet and/or mobile phone everytime you get off a bus?
Are you shocked when your in a traffic jam in a foreign country and no one is overtaking on the pavement?
Do you instinctively say 'gota' when someone is about to greet you?
If someone asks you for a shoe do you give them ten of whatever currency you have?
Do you know which pastor is synonymous with the words 'miracle baby'?
Do you know whether or not Vioja Mahakamani is a T.V. show or a place between Tierra Del Fuego and the Argentinian border?
Do you know the meaning of the following words, sorora, kwachu, ngeta, wadhii, bano?
Do you find it normal for someone to be selling roast maize, oranges and charcoal at the same time?
Can you speak swahili, english and sometimes both at the same time?
Do you have firends called Toma, Mato, Kabz, Bryo, Pato, Deno, Jemo, Kevo and so on?
Do you crave goat meat roasted over an open fire?Are you scared of obz?
Can you complete the phrase, 'ukiona wao, weka _______'?
Does the word KENCHIC bring back memories of first dates, oily meals and revolving poultry?
If the answer to any of these questions for you is no, then you've had a deprived childhood.
If the answer is yes you were blessed to grow up in the craziest town on planet earth.
NAIROBI DAMU

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

I have a dream....

Martin Luther King, Jr.
"I Have a Dream”
28 August, 1963

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. *We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by a sign stating: "For Whites Only."* We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."²
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!³

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Facebook

Ok Ok, I admit, I like facebook, I even have my real name on it now. Its fun, easy to use, very very convenient and a great way to catch up with old friends without spending lots of time talking (because frankly very few of us have that much time nowadays). But as much as I like facebook I wonder... and just wonder.... I was looking through a friends page and saw a picture of his friend (i'm hoping thats all she was) ... a girl... ok more like woman.. she looked 28ish?Anyway, this girl has a "wonderful" profile picture - a picture of herself straight out NAKED, incase you're wondering not one of those wonderful artistic ones of an artistic body where things are left to your imagination, I mean crazy n-a-k-e-d ie you can see every pore and mole on her face, breasts and hanging belly. May I mention that judging from the picture, I dont believe she is a model by profession (not at a legitimate agency anyway) and that this was a closeup? uurrgghhh but thats besides the point.

Now.. surely... I know I should'nt judge...but John Francis says the only reason foolishness exists in the church is because we dont speak up when we see it, and people keep making the same mistake. So this is me speaking up even though its not in the church because facebook has become a craze and some of us are getting a bit carried away... what in heavens name and on God's green earth possesses someone in their right mind to not only take such a picture and post it on a public site where they cant control its access or use, but to also put their name, their face, their hometown and their school and work next to it? Am I the only one who thinks this is dense? I wonder...

Well... I ran into this article while that nasty picture and this issue was still swirling around in my head. If you are one of those people who's living their life on a 12 inch screen instead of real life - I hope this article motivates you to journal, or buy a video camera (just keep the tapes locked) or a tape recorder... whatever - just spare us the shock of your lack of foresight. Information is power and once one of these little indulgences come out, its virtually impossible to control what happens to them, especially when you finally grow up and want to be taken seriously. (And I wont even get started about those folks who have their full names, full addresses, phone numbers, schools including dorm names, and pictures with their possessions ... all on facebook). My husband used to call me paranoid and I may be... somewhat... if you insist.... but in this day of stalkers and perverts is'nt that just plain dumb??
Well....Happy reading!

Job candidates getting tripped up by Facebook
Many students learn the hard way that online image can limit opportunity
By Wei Du

Van Allen runs a company that recruits job candidates for hospitals and clinics across the country. With physicians in short supply, he was happy to come across the resume of a well-qualified young female psychiatrist. As part of his due diligence check, Allen looked her up in Facebook, a popular social networking Web site, and found things that made him think twice.
“Pictures of her taking off her shirt at parties,” he said. “Not just on one occasion, but on another occasion, then another occasion.”
Concerned about those pictures, he called the candidate and asked for an explanation. She didn’t get the job.
“Hospitals want doctors with great skills to provide great services to communities,” Allen said. “They also don’t want patients to say to each other, 'Heard about Dr. Jones? You’ve got to see those pictures.’”
Job candidates who maintain personal sites on Facebook or MySpace are learning — sometimes the hard way — that the image they present to their friends on the Internet may not be best suited for landing the position they’re seeking.
Although many employers are too old to qualify as members of the Facebook Generation, they’re becoming increasingly savvy about using social networking sites in their hiring due diligence. That has both job candidates and human resources professionals debating the ethics and effectiveness of snooping on the Web for the kind of information that may not come up in an interview. According to a March survey by Ponemon Institute, a privacy think tank, 35 percent of hiring managers use Google to do online background checks on job candidates, and 23 percent look people up on social networking sites. About one-third of those Web searches lead to rejections, according to the survey.
Social networking sites have gained popularity among hiring managers because of their convenience and a growing anxiety about hiring the right people, researchers say.
Big corporations long have retained professional investigators to check job applicants’ academic degrees, criminal records and credit reports. But until now the cost has deterred the ability of smaller firms to do the same level of checking, said Sue Murphy, a director of National Human Resources Association.
One problem is that there is little to prevent hiring managers from discriminating on the basis of personal information discovered through social Web sites.
"There's just not much legislation on that yet," Murphy said.
New college graduates, the most active social networkers, are most likely to be the target of Web research.
“For people new to a field, companies just don’t have a lot to look back on,” Murphy said. “They can’t call up your former boss. They look you up on Facebook.”
Financial services firms and the health care providers are among the biggest users of social networking sites, said Larry Ponemon, founder of the Ponemon Institute.
“These industries are stewards of people’s property and health, and companies really look for a high level of integrity,” said Ponemon.
Professional services like law and consulting firms also are big users, because companies care about how employees present themselves to clients and look for clues in how applicants present themselves online.
Risqué pictures are not the only way a job applicant can be tripped up. Pictures of illegal behavior like drug use, or heavy alcohol use, could disqualify a candidate. Some also suggest poor writing and bad grammar on Facebook profiles and in blog entries can raise a red flag about communication skills. Derogatory comments or complaints or radical political positions also can draw the scrutiny of a prospective employer.
One job applicant indicated in his Facebook profile that he was a leading hacker, and he was applying to be a computer security analyst, said Ponemon. He didn’t get the job.
“It’s amazing how many things people just put out there,” said Murphy of the human resources association.
Facebook users often don’t expect their personal information to be monitored by potential employers, and many consider their online profile information to be private.
A study by IDPa workforce consulting firm, showed that 66 percent of Generation Y respondents, those in their late teens and 20s, were not aware the information they put online can be factored into hiring decisions. Fifty-six percent said they think the practice is unfair.
Originally Facebook was seen as a safe "closed circuit" site, in which profiles would only be visible to people in a limited group. The site originally required users to register with a valid college e-mail address. But the site loosened the restriction last summer to allow anyone to register with a valid e-mail account. Facebook networks, which had been relatively small, expanded to include companies and even large geographic areas.
The new policies of Facebook drew public attention this year when Miss New Jersey Amy Polumbo nearly lost her crown after being blackmailed over pictures of her that were taken off her Facebook profile. Ultimately the judges decided not to take away her title, but her crown was tarnished.
“This was meant to be private,” Polumbo told TODAY Show host Matt Lauer, referring to photos that showed her fully clothed but posing provocatively and drinking at clubs.
“People have a common misconception about how big their networks really are,” said Michael Fertik, CEO of Reputationdefender.com, a year-old startup offering services to minimize the damage of Web background checks. “Nothing on the Internet is private. Period.”
Reputationdefender.com offers to monitor one’s Web reputation for $10 a month plus a one-time fee of $30 to remove from the Web an unwanted item that may have slipped out of the user’s control.
In one high-profile case last spring, a group of law school students found that pictures were taken off their Facebook accounts and reposted onto an online discussion board without their permission. Whoever posted the pictures then invited suggestive comments.
The law students tried to have their pictures removed from the discussion board, complaining that had been shunned in job interviews.
“People also have to understand the standard you will be judged against in hiring,” said Fertik. “Employers don’t have to believe what they see — they only have to decide not to take a chance on you.”
Cleaning up your Web self : Career consultants advise students to check their online appearance before applying for jobs. Some tips:
-- Google yourself early and often, to know what has been said about you. If you see false or unauthorized information, ask the webmaster to remove the content.
-- Be careful about what you post on social networking sites. Don't post anything you wouldn't want a potential employer to see. Change the privacy setting to make personal information available only to close friends.
-- Create a positive virtual presence. Start a blog about your industry. It might not lead to a job, but it will help define your online persona and help push down unfavorable items in Web searches.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

I know its long but honestly.. Has anyone ever read an interview that was so biased?

Candidate Obama's Sense Of Urgency
Dem. Says He's Not In A Hurry To Run, But Wants To Tackle Problems - (CBS)

One thing you can say with certainty about Illinois Sen. Barack Obama is that there has never been another presidential candidate like him. He has a foreign sounding name that rhymes with "Osama," his middle name is Hussein, and he has admitted to using marijuana and cocaine as a teenager. Racially he is half black, half white, and in terms of political experience, green. With just seven years in the state legislature, and two in the United States Senate, it would be easy to dismiss him, were it not for the fact that he is running second in the polls behind Hillary Clinton for the Democratic nomination. On Saturday, 17,000 people braved frigid weather to watch him declare his candidacy in Springfield Ill., where correspondent Steve Kroft joined him on the eve of his speech.

"Three years ago, you were a state legislator here in Springfield. What makes you think that you're qualified to be president of the United States?" Kroft asks.
"You know, I think we're in a moment of history where probably the most important thing we need to do is to bring the country together and one of the skills that I bring to bear is being able to pull together the different strands of American life and focus on what we have in common," Obama replies Obama says he has no doubts that he's ready to run. Asked where he gets all this confidence, the senator jokes, "My wife asks me that all the time. As he gave 60 Minutes a tour of the old Illinois capitol where Abraham Lincoln served in the legislature and delivered the House Divided speech, there was much for Obama to be confident about. At age 45, he is one of only three black senators since Reconstruction, the first African-American President of the Harvard Law Review, a professor of constitutional law at the University of Chicago, and the author of two best selling books. He is ambitious and just daring enough to invite comparisons to one of the few American presidents, who was elected with even less political experience than he has: Abraham Lincoln. "He grew into the presidency in ways that I think no body would have anticipated," Obama tells Kroft. "I know I haven't spent a lot of time learning the ways of Washington. But I've been there long enough to know that the ways of Washington must change," the senator told the crowd during his announcement speech. On Saturday in Springfield he began a campaign that seems to have morphed out of his latest book tour. Propelled by the media hungry for a fresh face and a good story, he has graced the covers of Time and Newsweek, the pages of Men’s Vogue, and has been endorsed by Oprah. But it has also been driven by his personal charisma and an ability to connect with people, especially young people, that is rarely seen in American politics. He has challenged the post baby boom generation to cast aside its cynicism of politics and engage the system. In a speech at George Mason University earlier this month, he evoked Martin Luther King. "The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice. It bends towards justice," he told the students. "But here’s the thing, young people, it doesn't bend on its own. It bends in that direction because you decide you're gonna stand up to a war that should have never been waged. It bends because you decide that we need a healthcare system for all Americans." On the campaign trail he is routinely received like a rock star, a far cry from the way he is treated in the corridors of power in Washington, where he is 88th on the Senate’s list of seniority. "I wanna read you a quote from The St. Petersburg Times. 'The world is too complex and dangerous for this likeable, charismatic, African American neophyte to practice on-the-job training,'" Kroft reads. Asked why he is in such a hurry to run, Obama tells Kroft, "You know the truth is I'm not. We have a narrow window to solve some of the problems that we face. Ten years from now, we may not be in a position to recover the sense of respect around the world that we've lost over the last six years. Certainly, when you look at our energy policy and environment and the prospects of climate change, we’ve gotta make some decisions right now. And so I feel a sense of urgency for the country."

He is a left-of-center Democrat who favors abortion rights, universal healthcare and wants to roll back tax cuts for the wealthiest Americans. He is the only major presidential candidate who opposed the Iraq war before it began and wants to withdraw most U.S. troops by March 2008. He would redeploy some of them to Afghanistan, keep others in the region to protect strategic U.S. interests. Asked if he would talk to Iran and Syria, Obama says, "Yes. The notion that this administration has that not talking to our enemies is effective punishment is wrong. It flies in the face of our experience during the Cold War. And Ronald Reagan understood that it may be an evil empire, but it’s worthwhile for us to periodically meet to see are there areas of common interest." In the Senate he has shown a talent and a willingness to reach across party lines and work with Republicans and conservatives to build consensus. He says it is an essential trait for a president and considers it one of his strengths, the product of an unconventional childhood. He was born in 1961 to a father from Kenya and a mother from Kansas, who were both students in Hawaii at a time when black/white marriages were illegal in half the states. His father left when he was two, and eventually returned to Africa. And as a young boy, Obama spent four years living with his mother and her second husband in Indonesia before returning home to live with his maternal grandparents in Honolulu. As a black child in a white family, he struggled with his racial identity. "How important is race in defining yourself?" Kroft asks. "I am rooted in the African-American community. But I'm not defined by it. I am comfortable in my racial identity. But that's not all I am," he says. "You were raised in a white household…. Yet at some point, you decided that you were black?" Kroft asks. "Well, I'm not sure I decided it. I think, you know, if you look African-American in this society, you're treated as an African-American. And when you’re a child in particular, that is how you begin to identify yourself," Obama explains. While he graduated with honors from Columbia and Harvard Law, he says the most valuable part of his education was the three years he spent on the south side of Chicago, earning $13,000 a year as a community organizer for a group of churches. It was Obama's first real experience with urban politics and the problems of the inner city. Yet for some African-Americans, he remains an outsider, an immigrant’s son not the descendant of slaves. "There are African-Americans who don't think that you're black enough, who don't think that you have had the required experience," Kroft remarks. "The truth of the matter is, you know, when I'm walking down the south side of Chicago and, visiting my barbershop, and playing basketball in some of these neighborhoods, those aren't those aren't questions I get asked," Obama says. "They think you're black," Kroft asks. "As far as they can tell, yeah. I also notice when I'm catching a cab, nobody's confused about that either," he says. He doesn’t like it, but it’s something he had to come to terms with a long time ago.

Obama does think the U.S. is ready for a black president and he doesn't think his race is going to hold him back. "I think if I don't win this race it will be because of other factors. It's gonna be because I have not shown to the American people a vision for where the country needs to go that they can embrace," he tells Kroft. "There's one poll that shows Hillary Clinton is leading 53 to 27 among African-Americans," Kroft says. "Are you surprised by that? Are you disappointed by that?" "Not at all," Obama says. "I think that there is a assumption on the part of some commentators that somehow, the black community is so unsophisticated that the minute you put an African-American face up on the screen, that they automatically say, 'That's our guy.' A black candidate has to earn black votes the same way that he's gotta earn white votes. And that's exactly how it should be." And he has done it in Chicago, where he began his political career after meeting and marrying Michelle Robinson, another Harvard Law School graduate, 14 years ago. She is an executive with the University of Chicago Hospitals, and they have two children Malia, who’s eight and Sasha, five. His daughters are interested in their father’s campaign only to the extent that it influences their campaign to get a dog. Their only memory of the White House when they made the tour was President Bush's dog, so that was their main focus—the possibility," Obama tells Kroft. "This is our in—to get a dog," his wife Michelle adds. "Good. Really. You run for president. But, if we get a dog, we don't care what you do." Michelle, on the other hand, did care and Obama had to persuade his wife to let him run. Political campaigns make her feel like a single mother. Asked if it has put strains on the marriage from time to time, Michelle Obama says, sarcastically, "Oh-nooooo." "Absolutely it has," her husband adds. "But, you'd let him go ahead and do this?" Kroft asks Michelle Obama. "I think if I weren't married to him, I'd want him to be in there," she says. "So, I don't wanna stand in the way of that, because we have to work out a few things. So, we've kind of, you know, we figured out those, we've had those arguments, and…" she says. "And, I've lost them all," the senator throws in. "This is a tough question to ask, but a number of years ago Colin Powell was thinking about running for president, and his wife Alma, really did not want him to run. She was worried about some crazy person, with a gun…. Is that something that you think about?" Kroft asks. "I don't lose sleep over it because the realities are that, you know, as a black man Barack can get shot going to the gas station, so, you can't make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen. We just weren't raised that way," she says.

And there are other concerns: the loss of privacy and people poking around in their closets looking for skeletons. Obama has already opened the door on a few. "I want to ask you a question about your past. I mean, you've been very frank in your books, with particularly the first book, with your language," Kroft remarks, laughing. "Yeah. Don't quote those on-air, or you'll get fined," Obama replies. In his book, he wrote that when he was in high school and in college he smoked marijuana and inhaled. He also wrote that he did a little "blow"—as he put it—when he could afford it. Asked to explain why he did that, Obama says, "Well, you know, I think it was typical of a teenager who was confused about who he was and what his place in the world was, and thought that experimenting with drugs was a way to rebel. It's not something that I'm proud of." But the senator says he does not regret being so candid. "You know, I don't. I mean, I think one of the things about national politics is this attempt to airbrush your life. And it's exhausting, right, you know. 'This is who I am. This is where I've come from.' And you know, if we have problems in this campaign, I suspect it's not gonna be because of mistakes I've made in the past. I think it's gonna be mistakes that I make in the future," he tells Kroft. Until recently, he did admit to still having one vice, but he was forced to give it up as the quid pro quo for running: smoking. His wife Michelle says she "hates" smoking. "That's why he doesn't do it anymore. I'm proud to say. I outed him on—I'm the one to out him on the smoking. That was one of my prerequisites for, you know, entering into this race. Is that, you know, he couldn't be a smoking president," she explains. Of his smoking habit and the effort to quit, the senator says, "It's like a recovering, it’s like an alcoholic." "He's gonna have a lot of people watching," Kroft says. "Absolutely. Please, America, watch," Michelle Obama says, laughing. "Keep an eye on him, and call me if you see him smoking." It’s not the only thing people will be watching for over the next two years. It’s the beginning of a long examination in which every utterance will be scrutinized, every speech dissected, every gaffe and foible magnified for close inspection to determine whether he is up to the task. It's possible that, you know, after we go through this whole process that the voters conclude: 'You know what. He's not ready.' And I respect that," Obama says. "I don't expect that simply because I can move people in speeches that that automatically qualifies me for this job. I think that I have to be tested and run through the paces, and I have to earn this job."



** Now you're in the public comment zone. What follows is not CBS News stuff; it comes from other people and we don't vouch for it (my favorite part :)
I really miss Ed Bradley, especially after seeing this waste of an interview. Maybe he would have brought some sensitivity to this interview. Even caustic Andy Rooney could have done a better job. Seventy percent of the time Kroft was asking questions about race. It was infuriating. By the end of the interview, I felt nauseous. I wanted to hear an interview with hard hitting questions about what Obama thought concerning Iraq, the economy, health care, education, stem cell research or any number of issues. “Sixty Minutes” should fire Kroft immediately and he should have his journalism license revoked for life. A fifth grader could have asked more thought-provoking questions than this race obsessed dimwit.

I don't think I have ever viewed a more slanted, and offensive interview before on a TV news magazine. Mr. Kroft simply had the motives to try to make the entire interview all about Obama's race instead of focusing on all of his qualifications and platform he has for the country. Asking such ignorant questions like "what race do you choose", "what would you do if he was shot", are ignorant. Moreover, to use a slanted statistic which stated 53% of Black Americans would vote for Clinton over Obama, is very misleading because he did not mention what the sample size were, and the date of this survey. For all we know, this survey could have been conducted way before Obama declared his run. Quite frankly, I never plan on watching 60 minutes ever again since it is obviously acceptable to their station to air overly racially motivated interviews. Moreover, it appears that not only 60 minutes, but also the evening program with Couric is just as bad because she decides to talk about Howard from Australia slamming Obama without even playing Obama's rebuttal. So clearly that station is unfairly portraying Obama in a negative light, and then painting Clinton to be some sort of saint for the Democrats. In my opinion, the views of Mr. Kroft and Katie Couric did not represent as many people as they're attempting to brainwash. If I wanted to watch such a racially motivated interview, I would tune into Fox News.

Well his wife is hot. How long, if ever, have we ever had a hot first lady? Not since Jackie and even she was a bit brittle.

Rhymes with Osama----are you serious?! Kroft (or whomever wrote that) needs to apologize for that one. Seriously. No guessing what his agenda is. In one sentence he linked Obama with 2 of Americans biggest enemies. Whatever happened to good journalism?

When did you decide you were black? Are you kidding me? I can understand somebody asking this question out of ignorance. What I do not understand is how a question like that makes it through the editorial process onto a prestigious news program. Did no one stop and think about how offensive that question is? While some of us may choose to identify with a particular set of cultural norms, we can no more choose our race than our height. By asking the Senator when he decided to be black, Kroft implied that Obama is somehow not legitimately African American; as if he woke up one day and decided to stop being white. I just hope Kroft realizes the ignorance that such a question reveals.

I as an African American was a bit insulted by your interview with Senator Obama. Does he not deserve the right to be judged by his character, not just the color of his skin? I am interested in his position on the issues that I face as an American. The future of this country is too important to emphasize solely on his skin complexion. Too much focus was placed on his race; it is obvious by the skin color where he fits in. My children have a stake in the future and if Obama using a different perspective than “same ol same ol” politics that have us stuck in a bad war, increased deficit, and given us less medical coverage than the citizens of Cuba; let him do the work. President Bush had very little experience, which did not affect his bid for the white house, just because his daddy did it first was enough to get him in. In my opinion if Hillary Clinton had a different last name and her husbands back to piggyback on she would not have the position in the “polls” she has. I believe this country needs a change to improve the chances for this nation to regain its position as a leading nation not a hated nation by so many. African Americans in this country are interested in the all issues not only black issues. Go Obama!

Clearly some media outlets have veered to racial overtone and hate rather than focus on the issues that are of significance to the American people. Have some of the media outlets all of a sudden forgotten that the greatness of America is based on immigrants besides the Native Americans? It is best that some of these outlets cover real issues, not infinitesimal foreign names and race (white, black, yellow, brown etc). When GW Bush declared his candidacy for president, these same media outlets where there but never bothered to question Bush’s race, foreignness of name and inexperience. Why not? Isn’t something wrong here? Why is it hard for these media outlets to join the other respected ones in covering issues the presidential aspirants (democrats and republicans alike) have to address? Let us not forget that the greatness and pride of American is intertwined with its roots from Europe, Africa and Asia. So, let us fairly embrace every talented American, regardless of race, name, experience etc who wants to serve our country as president.

It is up to the news media to HELP keep this election on track. Please don't try and divert the public from the real issues!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have a black black day....
Wasiwasi

Women for Obama

My wise friend (who incidentally is called Wisdom) once said "if you dont have a good wife behind you, you cant be succesful". Hmm.. very insightful. Now that puts Obama steps ahead of Clinton does'nt it? The way I see it, if Obama cant get the job done (which he can), then he gets the vote just for being set up for success - a president is only as good as his counsel.
Michelle gave this speech at a 'women for Obama' event in April, with support like this who can go wrong?

Michelle Obama:
This is just a wonderful event. The more I go out, the more I realize that there is something going on. This is, this is a movement! This is something bigger than Barack Obama or Michelle Obama or anyone else in this room. Don’t you just feel it? It is amazing. (applause)
So, I am honored to be here. Over the last few months I’ve had an opportunity to take a few trips around the country with Barack, you may have read some of them. Most recently, I’ve been doing trips on my own. We try to take the girls when we can. The one thing people are most curious about of me, particularly the women, they want to know "how are you doing?" I mean, "how are you doing?" I’m like, "I know, I know". They really want to know how am I balancing this stuff. Balancing being a mother, a professional, a campaigner, a wife, a woman, right? And they want to know how have things changed for us over the course of this journey.

What I tell them is that essentially, like many women, I’m doing a whole lot of juggling. Juggling! We all do it. I’ve found that this period has been both challenging and thrilling at the same time for me. I’ve had to cut back on my hours at work. (Smirks) It’s okay. (audience laughs) I love my job, but I can’t, I have to pick one. That has given me some more time. With Barack away even more, my focus has been trying to keep my kids sane through all this. That is first and foremost for us, making sure Melia and Sasha stay in their routine as much as possible, for as long as possible. Barack and I measure how well we are doing by saying, "how are the girls?" And they are just fine. They are going to ballet and gymnastics, they care about the next play date, the next pizza party, and then there is their school. I have to worry about, making sure we are on point academically, that we go to all the parent-teacher conferences, and Barack still goes to those. It is quite a scheduling feat, but we make it happen; presentations, school plays. You all know the drill.
I would not be able to do it without this particular table, right here. These are the women in my life, my mother, momma Kay, the girl’s godmothers, girlfriends of mine who help me shuttle and keep me held up. I want my mother and momma Kay to stand. You gotta stand up. (audience applauds) As you will find, they’re also a little mischievous too.
And, at the same time, I’m still trying to find time for myself, getting the hair done, (audience laughs) yeah, come on, let’s not pretend we don’t know that getting the hair and nails done is important, and getting a workout ladies. That’s one of the things I always talk about, gotta exercise, so I am still trying to do that. And to top it all off, I have the pleasure of doing it all in front of the watchful eyes of our friends in the back. (audience laughs, Michelle waves to media) What’s up people? (more laughter) Other than that, things haven’t changed much. (laughter)
But seriously, with the exception of the campaign trail and life in the public eye, I have to say that my life now is not really that much different from many of yours. I wake up every morning wondering how on earth I am going to pull off that next minor miracle to get through the day. I know that everybody in this room is going through this. That is the dilemma women face today. Every woman that I know, regardless of race, education, income, background, political affiliation, is struggling to keep her head above water. We try to convince ourselves that somehow doing it all is a badge of honor, but for many of us it is a necessity and we have to be very careful not to lose ourselves in the process. More often than not, we as women, are the primary caretakers in our households, scheduling babysitters, planning play dates, keeping up with regular doctor’s appointments; this was my week last week, supervising homework, handing our discipline. Usually we are the ones in charge of keeping the household together. I know you men, I know that you guys try to do your part, but the reality is that we’re doing it, right? (laughter and applause) Laundry, cleaning, cooking, shopping, home repairs. You know Barack has my back, he’s right there with me, feels my pain, and all that. (laughter)
And, for those of us who work outside of the home as well, we have the additional challenge of coordinating these things with our job responsibilities. How many of us have had to be the ones, when a child gets sick, who is the one who stays home? Or, when a toilet overflows? This was a couple of months ago. I was scrambling around to reschedule being at a 9 o’clock meeting and Barack, love him to death, put on his clothes and he left! (laughter)
To top it off we have the added social pressure of looking good, staying slim, don’t add pounds, gotta look good with wardrobe pulled together, and we have to be in good spirits, right? (laughter) Ready to be supportive of our significant others. I’m tired just thinking about it. (laughter) But, again, these are not challenges that are unique to me. I say this all the time and people think I’m being modest. But, the truth is that my experiences tell me that we as women are facing what I call "the next level of challenges", balancing work, family, ourselves differently than ever before. My mother says this all the time. She’s like "I don’t know how you do it" and she means it.
We have made great strides with regards to equality at all levels of society and because of the struggles so many have fought, many of you right in this room, I know that my daughters can dream big. They really can. There is no ceiling. They can envision themselves anyway that they want, surgeons, Supreme Court justices, basketball stars, they have images that I never had growing up. But I wonder, what is the unspoken cost that having it all takes on us. If we’re scurrying to and from appointments and errands, we don’t have a lot of time to take care of our own mental and physical health and for many women, juggling, this adds another layer of stress. We see it in our health, women with increased heart attacks, diabetes, asthma, we’re up in the numbers, and this is no coincidence.
We have to really think through what the next level of challenges are for us. There just aren’t enough hours in the day so we do what we can. And, what is happening is that we do what we do what we can in spite of the fact that we’re not getting the needed kind of support from the government and society as a whole. The reality is that women and families are not getting the support that they need to thrive. We’ve spent the last decade talking a good game about family values but I haven’t seen much in my life that really shows us that we are a society that actually values families. (applause)
We have essentially ignored the plight of women and families. We’ve told them "you go figure it out". Figure out how you’re going to support a family on minimum wage and no benefits. You go figure out who is going to watch your children while you are at work without access to adequate, affordable childcare. You figure out how to keep your family healthy without access to quality health care, figure out how you are going to ensure that your children get the best education possible. You figure out how you are going to live without access to affordable housing. So, essentially, we’ve told women dream big, but after that, you are on your own. (applause)
I’m fortunate because, in addition to living in this community (gestures to table of mother and friends) one of the reasons we’ve stayed based in Chicago is not that we don’t like Washington, but that my support base is here and I can’t get through my day without it. So, I am blessed. I also know that I have a husband that actually loves me and supports me. Barack and I know that we have been very blessed in our lives and we don’t take anything for granted. I tease him all the time. You’ve all heard it. Today, he still didn’t put the butter up after he made his breakfast. I was like "you’re just asking for it, you know that I am giving a speech, why don’t you just put the butter up?" (laughter and applause) He said he was just giving me material. (laughter) I said, "yeah, right". He still doesn’t make the bed better than Sasha. (laughter) So I tease him.
But the reality is that my husband is a man who understands my unique struggle and the challenges facing women and families. It is not just because he lives with me, someone who is very opinionated and makes my point. I am not a martyr so he hears it. It is because he actually listens to me and has the utmost respect for my perspective and my life experience. It is also because he was raised in a household of strong women who he saw struggle and sacrifice for him to achieve his dreams. He saw his grandmother, the primary breadwinner in their household, work her entire life to support their whole family. He saw his mother, a very young, very single-parent trying to finish her education and raise two children across two continents. He sees his sister, a single-parent trying to eke out a life for herself and her daughter on a salary that is much too small. He sees it in the eyes of women he meets throughout the country, women who have lost children and husbands in the war, women who don’t have access to adequate healthcare, to affordable daycare or jobs that pay a living wage. Their stories keep him up at night. Their stories, our stories, are the foundation of what guides Barack throughout his life.
And, so we are here today, asking you to support us, to join us, to turn those worries into action to give women hope that there is someone like Barack who is not only decent, trustworthy, compassionate, smart and hard working, but he is also someone who recognizes that society, our community, is only as strong as our women and our families. (applause)
The trick is, we can’t do this without you. The difference now is that we have this window. That is the beauty of what is going on now. We aren’t going to be in this place in four years or eight years. We have the opportunity now. We can be a part of changing the way women are viewed in this country, and build a government that doesn’t just encourage women to dream big, but one that provides women and young girls with support and resources to pursue those dreams. I want that for my daughters. I want that for your daughters. I want that for this country. I know that we can do it, because I believe in Barack. I would not be here (laughter) Everyone knows (more laughter) Too many people know that I wouldn’t be here. But, I believe in his unique ability to bring people together. I see it every where I go. This is not an accident, ladies. It is not an accident.
But we need you to join us, because, you know what? Barack, as I tease, he’s a wonderful man, he’s a gifted man, but in the end, he is just a man. (laughter) He is an imperfect vessel and I love him dearly. (laughter and applause)
In all seriousness, he is going to get tired. He is tired now. He is going to make mistakes. He will stumble. Trust me, he will say things that you will not agree with all the time. He will not be able to move you to tears with every word that he says. You know? (laughter) But that is why this campaign is so important, because it is not all about Barack Obama. It is about all of us. It is about us turning these possibilities into action. I was just talking to Robin, here. Women, you know when something is right. You know it. This feels right and it is no accident. (applause and cheers)
So, we’re going to need you. I’m going to get tired. My hair is going to be messy. I am going to need every one in this room to call every friend, every neighbor, every woman who has felt disaffected, who hasn’t felt like there was somebody who would listen to them. I need you to get people to write $50 checks and $25 dollar checks, and to build a movement that is going to change this country. We have the chance today. (applause and cheers)
If we do that, ladies, if we grow this room from 1200 to 2400 (if Melia was here she could do the math a little better) and on and on, not only will we elect Barack Obama to be the next president of the United States, but we’ll do some real good in the process.
So, it is my distinct honor to introduce (and I don’t see him, so I hope he is here) my husband, the next president of the United States, Barack Obama.

More on the Chinese....

At the risk of sounding like Lou Dobbs...

The Chinese make Kenya a home away from home
By Ted Fackler

Wang Shan Kun, a Chinese from Jiangsu Province, arrived in Nairobi in 2000.
Like many Chinese in Kenya, Wang first came on a three-month tourist visa to survey business opportunities. He has stayed. Operating Dong Fang Development — two textile shops, an interior design shop, a construction shop and new car garage — Wang now employs more than 70 people in Nairobi.
Of the 70, nearly 40 are Kenyans working side-by-side with a handful of Chinese at the popular Dong Fang Auto Assembly Company Ltd in Hurlingham. Wang says: "China and Kenya good friends. Business is easier here than in China. I import many things. No factory. Import everything," he says in broken English, compensating for his speech barrier with a loud and authoritative voice.
While his family lives in Nairobi, and Wang travels to China twice a year, chances are he will remain in Kenya. He says: "If business is good, maybe stay."
Wang is not alone. Between 3,000 and 5,000 mainland Chinese live in Kenya.
But some Chinese put the number at 10,000 — unregistered and foreign-born Chinese. In addition, there is a growing tourist trade which saw 14,000 Chinese travel to Kenya last year, a significant increase over the 10,000 in 2005.
Zhu Jing, a Chinese Embassy spokesman says: "Since 2004, when China gave Kenya an Approved Tourist Destination Country, more tourists have been coming." Many arrive not for vacation, but scouting for business in the fast-emerging African market.
The Chinese interest is a far cry from where Kenya was in 1996. Eleven years ago, the Chinese were hardly in Kenya, and there seemed to have only been one Chinese restaurant, The Shanghai, in Nairobi. Now, it is estimated that there are about 40 restaurants — Fu Yong, Beijing Restaurant, JiangSu and ChopStix.
Also noticeable are traditional Chinese medical clinics that line the city streets. Enterprises owned by large Chinese companies operate in Kenya.
Among them are Chenghong Electronics (TV assembly and dry-cell batteries), Hwan Sang (furniture), CITCO (gas) and China Road and Bridge (construction).
Most noticeable, however, is the China Business Centre on Ngong Road, a shopping complex which houses Tafuna CafÈ, China KaiYue Hair Handicraft and Xiamen Wingin Machinery Company Ltd. Adjacent to it is a complex owned by the Xinhua News Agency. Further down the street is the China Economic Embassy.
What is China doing in Kenya? Why have average Chinese migrated to Kenya? Yuan Ming Yu came in 2000 to try something new. Yuan worked in a supermarket before moving to Kenya. She now owns the Sonic Auto Centre.
"Before, I worked during the day at the garage and night at restaurant. But very tired so I gave the restaurant to my best friend," says Yuan.
Then there is Beijing native Tan Wu, his wife and daughter. A jovial personality, Tan and his family own a struggling Chinese restaurant in Westlands. He fears that his daughter is forgetting how to read Chinese. They have not been home in five years.
Despite the uncertainty of life abroad, many Chinese have managed to bring China to Africa. At a cost of $2,600 for a TV satellite dish, CCTV can be watched in Nairobi. If that price is too steep, the Kenya Broadcasting Corporation airs two hours of CCTV everyday as does Citizen TV.
Also available is 91.3 FM China Radio International in Nairobi.
Not only is the Chinese entertainment fix being met, but more consumer products are stamped ‘Made in China’. As it is on Beijing city streets, fresh fruits and vegetables can be bought cheap. Add the Kenyan tea industry, the equatorial weather and the myriad Chinese restaurants, and it is no wonder Chinese citizens are making Kenya a home away from home.
However, life abroad is not without its setbacks. The Chinese deal with the rising locals’ complaint that their enterprises are stealing jobs. This quibble exists throughout Africa. Kenyan journalist Khamis Ramadhan says: "The Chinese are distributors, retailers, and producers. China is cheaper than Kenya, so they have an advantage over everything."
Other voices see the issue as more complicated. Mr Mike Chang, a senior manager with an East African shipping company, says: "It’s a vicious cycle, a very fine balance for Kenyans. What is better: Importing cheap Chinese products or manufacturing more expensive products?"
Not all Chinese are businessmen. Some are doctors, NGO and church workers, journalists and teachers. Some work at the Confucius Institute at the University of Nairobi, the first of its kind in Africa.
Kenyan traders also visit China. Mr John Ndegwa, the owner of Amarati Safaris, says: "Kenyans were importing products from Dubai. But now we buy from China because the Dubai stuff turned out to be Chinese-made."
For scholars of Sino-Kenyan history, the fascination dates back to 1405 when Chinese traders arrived in Malindi.
The writer is an American journalist in Beijing

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

An article that recently ran in the standard:

Kenya's spoilt exiles have nothing to give this country
Jerry Okungu

Lately, I have been following events of direct relevance to a host of foreigners who claim to be Kenyans but happen to live abroad, notably in Western Europe and North America.
The other day there was a summit in Nairobi, organized by a group known as the Kenya Community Abroad, in conjunction with the Kenya government.
As high profile as the gathering to discuss the brain drain was – and it included Ali Mazrui, all the way from New York – it never received the prepublicity that would have allowed the diaspora's prodigal sons to meaningfully engage with their cousins back home.
I am told the organizers, functionaries of the Ministry of Planning and National Development, wanted to avoid involving locals because some chapas were involved!
When one was afterwards challenged at a local pub to explain why he had declined to invite home grown intellectuals who had braved poverty and torture during the dehumanizing Kanu years without bolting like the cousins being feted by the Narc government, the official hurriedly swallowed his beer and departed.
Let me spell out some basic facts about the so-called Kenya Community Abroad.
This body was formed with the good intentions you would expect to find in any group which has alienated itself from its roots and is haunted by guilt, nostalgia and sentimentalism.
Right now, there are three types of Kenyans living abroad.
The first consists of those who left Kenya between 1960s and 1990s to pursue further studies.
At the expense of poor parents and villagers who sacrificed chickens and goats to raise the money to buy them tickets and fees, they left for colleges in Canada, Russia, South Africa, United Kingdom, and the United States.
Landing in hostile lands, they suffered culture shock and economic hardship.
A number dropped out of college, others found odd jobs to survive.
As years turned into decades, with no papers or savings to speak of, their chances of returning home empty-handed to face poor villagers became ever more remote.
Faced with possible repatriation as illegal immigrants, some found partners of convenience to marry to legitimize their stay.
In all fairness, how could we expect this group, which left our shores at the tender age of 19 or 20 and is now in its 40s, 50s and 60s, to adapt to turbulent, jobless Kenya?
This group has nothing to offer Kenya and Kenya has nothing to give them.
The best way of dealing with them is to treat them as distant relatives.
They stopped being Kenyans a long time ago.
The second group consists of those Kenyans who, having been educated locally and abroad at the tax payer’s expense, found it difficult to realize their lifetime dreams of creating wealth.
They looked at the Kenyan economy and salary structures in the civil service. They compared their earnings with those of counterparts in the West.
They decided society was shortchanging them after their long sacrifices in the education system and bolted for greener pastures, moving their families to the first world.
T
his lot belongs to the category of economic refugees that left the country voluntarily when Kenya needed them most. In their own words, they had to choose between country and cash.
They chose cash.
Among this group, a number have retired in their countries of adoption and have no intention of returning because their young families know no other home than New York, Geneva and London.
The only time some of them return, as Ngugi wa Thiong’o and Njeri did recently, is when someone invites them to pontificate on the international seminar and conference circuit.
They come back because someone else is footing the bill for their first class tickets, five star accommodation and an irresistible daily allowance.
The last group consists of those Kenyans who fled political persecution, intimidation, torture and general frustration. These are the people one must accord the prestigious title of "political exiles".
But there is something curious about this group.
When they fled, they didn’t move to neighboring Uganda, Ethiopia or Tanzania.
They chose New York, London, Stockholm and Toronto.
The reason was simple.
These were the cities with the economic and political resources to allow them to reassert themselves, offering a flow of support funds for their continued activism.
They did this with a certain success, not for the rest of Kenyans, but for themselves and their immediate families.
As the struggle for reform gained momentum back home, they remained conspicuously indifferent, claiming -- rightly or wrongly --that the regime still targeted them for persecution. Ten years after the first multiparty elections and with Moi and Kanu, their preferred persecutors, out of power, some have yet to find reasons to relocate to Kenya.
Let’s face it, the Mazruis and Ngugis of this world have been out of this country for more than three decades. If they were in their thirties when they left, now they are in their sixties. Some of their students, like Prof Chris Wanjala, have retired. Very soon, the Ngugis and Mazruis of this world will be asked to hang up their boots.
How then, can we look to them to influence the world on our behalf when in their prime, thirty years ago, they never managed it?
With all due respect for the founders of Kenya Community Abroad, there is not much you can do to help Kenya as Kenyans, because you are not Kenyans.
But we are ready to welcome you home as our distant cousins and foreign benefactors for our poor villages, just like any missionary white American from Nebraska or Colorado.
Welcome home!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Hmmmm.........

Mr. B and I were in a touristy mood this weekend, so we went traipsing through the so called US of A. We were wandering aimlessly through a store deep in the heart of Washington state when we came across a tshirt. Now tshirts are'nt all that exciting, what made this one of particular interest to us was that it said 'made in kenya'. MADE IN KENYA! In a Washington store! Now is'nt that unbelievable!

If you're anything like my husband, you're thinking good for Kenya. I beg to differ. When I was home, I noticed a very disturbing trend. I met many foreign nationals, especially Chinese/Japanese who were in Kenya to do business - many. This resulted in some very interesting debates between B and I on foreign nationals trading in our beloved albeit challenging country. Dont get me wrong, I admire their ruthlesness when it comes to business. But, I only admire it from a distance. If they decide to engage in business and eliminate local businesses in your area - you're in trouble. They have the work ethic, the funding, the motivation, the technology and the unity and loyalty of their government and financial partners. All of which local kenyan business people lack (not to mention our love for all things foreign...).
I was served IN SWAHILI by Japanese/Chinese traders on Biashara street and in other shops in Nairobi, and even as far as Kisumu and Eldoret. Now if that is'nt a real concern for local businessmen then I dont know what will be. I know you're thinking that it evens out because they bring business to us as well - but it does'nt. Most of these nationals bring their own stuff to use, or buy stuff from their own people who own businesses in Kenya. The profits they make in all these businesses are re-invested in their countries, and we really really lose.

Back to the tshirts. Africa, is a vulnerable continent. The population mass, lack of education, and desperation of the masses due to lack of basic needs make us especially vulnerable to exploitation. If sweat shops make their way into the country (if they have'nt already) we're in trouble, and the social and economic impact on us will be devastating. This morning B sent me an article on this same concern voiced by a journalist. Will we listen? I say its definitely time for Kenyans to wake up and smell the coffee - and when I say smell the coffee I mean grade one coffee! Remember how long it took us to get rid of 'some people' who came to our country to 'spread the gospel'? Once, we did'nt know.. if it happens again...


The Chinese are masters of soft power
By Gatonga Kairu (EA Standard)
Chinese business people have landed in African capitals in their thousands.
There is excitement over increasing trade relations between China and Africa. China, unlike the West, is giving a helping hand without asking questions on governance and justice — they call it the principle of non-interference.
It must, however, be noted that there is danger that the advantages of trading with Asia, and especially China, are being grossly exaggerated. This is not to say it is not the way to go — far from it.
However, as we look East, we must carry with us the lessons from our engagement with the West. For starters, there is a huge trade deficit in favour of China, currently standing at $3 billion (Sh200 billion). Trade largely involves the export of African raw materials to China — without any value addition — to meet the huge demand for Chinese industries that grow by the day.
In turn, we import cheap textiles and low quality electronics, forcing indigenous industries to close down. China, like the West, has not helped Africa improve manufacturing and processing. First, its major goal is to get a grip of the continent’s natural resources, specifically oil and minerals.
Second, the trade imbalance has created resentment in African countries, mainly due to the Chinese insatiable need to offload their huge population and labour onto small economies. In Zambia and Tanzania, for instance, Chinese traders are literally competing with hawkers, selling soap, toothbrushes and spoons on the streets.
Watch what will happen once the mega road construction projects start in Kenya. Expect sub-contractors, site foremen and suppliers of even the most basic tools and commodities to be Chinese.
The social and political consequences of killing local small and cottage industries have grave repercussions. Local people feel short-changed, making the reduction of Chinese activity in Zambia’s economy a major issue in the recent elections.
Their enterprises in Africa are also very poor and the investors low quality employers, offering the minimum possible wages. In Kenya, like elsewhere in Africa, among Kenyans working for foreign companies, it is those employed in Chinese firms who earn the lowest incomes in any industry, far below those offered by Indian firms.
The dissent that grows among African populations, more so in the rural areas, is now blamed for the rampant abductions and kidnappings of Chinese workers across the continent.
Third, the Chinese culture of seclusion, excessive secrecy and a general spite for other languages do not point to a people genuinely willing and ready to provide an alternative friend to the West.
You rarely find the Chinese mingling freely with Africans in social and cultural places. Theirs is a totally closed culture, perhaps a hangover or carry-over of the Communist past.
Fourth, there is the risk that Africa is being sucked into an economic and ideological battle, just like it happened during the Cold War. With a mammoth and educated population and an economy growing at a supersonic rate, China, in spite of its protestations, is a serious threat to the dominance of the West, particularly the United States.
Although Western governments are fond of arm-twisting, shifting goalposts and generally playing Big Brother, the Chinese are, on their part, the masters of soft power. Each has its own way of wooing Africa, the beautiful bride laden with nature’s bounty, for their grabbing.
Africa has not earned money worth talking about from its trade with China although numerous tonnes of minerals and gallons of oil have gone to the Asian giant. The continent must realistically re-examine its political, social, economic and cultural relations with China, failing which it will get a raw deal – again!
The writer is an economist in telecommunications and civil engineering
gatongak@gmail.com

I wonder...

I've been reading the papers regularly and i'm noticing a trend that is more and more disturbing.... is Kenya on the verge of ethnic cleansing? Are we even remotely aware that we are probably headed down a very dangerous path?
As a nation, we have been very fortunate; Uganda, Sudan, Somalia, Rwanda, Ethiopia and Burundi have experienced war, borne mostly from ethnic disagreements. But I fear that by being spared from the horrors that other nations have endured, and from not knowing the pain and loss that comes from war, we are beginning to take advantage of the relatively peaceful and stable environment in our nation.
Why should a person, a group, a tribe or a region feel that they are better than or that they deserve more than anyone else? This will only breed ethnic superiority, followed by hate, and unavoidably by war. But nobody wins in war. The loss and pain is felt by all and its effects reach far beyond present generations - i'm sure those other nations know this well.
We need to pray for peace, for love and for unity - not necessarily a nyayo philosophy, more of a God philosophy that has brought us a very very long way
Wasiwasi

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Its not just about you?

I have always had a deep respect for Black history and teh older I get, I find myself challenged and enthralled by it more and more. Every time I go to class, every time I get the opportunity to take an exam and get a good grade, every time I get invited to important meetings or workshops, or chair a meeting, each time I pick up the phone at work and command respect from my title - I marvel. What so many others would have given to have a piece of what I have today! What they would have given!
I know many of us feel 'its not our history' but it is. Humanity has a ripple effect and what affects one affects all. Daily, we still face the aftermath of attitudes, stereotypes, behaviors, expectations that were born in slavery. And maybe, just maybe, if we realise how connected we are to this history, it would change our self esteem, our priorites, our vision, our relationships and our focus. I'm taking the time today, every day, to reflect on the people who went before me and paid - literally - in blood, sweat, tears, fears and prayers, so I could have what I have today. So I could be who I am today, and so I could have hope and dreams for myself, and for my children - a future.


Take a moment to reflect
On your history
I know
It does'nt sound like your history
But it is
Yours
And your children's

Take a moment to appreciate
Sitting anywhere in the bus
Being served in any hotel
Being on a queue
With a white person
Standing fairly behind you

Take a moment to appreciate
Being an educated woman,
Man
Owning a home
Renting a home
In a place of your choice

Take a moment to Thank God
That your children
Can be all they want to be
It wont come easy
But they have the opportunity
Now
Than ever before

over 60 million Africans
Were shipped from their homes
And for them
What we're living today
Was an unachievable dream

60 Million
What would happen to North America
If you shipped out 60 million people
from their continent
This year

I wonder

Take a moment to marvel
At the resiliency of African people
Yes,
We are lost, we are divided,
We are wounded and scarred
Empty lives, faces, meaning
From England,to the Caribbean and back

But we are here
We are here

So Take a moment
For the 60 million lives
That went before you
That you represent today

Wasiwasi

Saturday, May 12, 2007

What if I am A Black Woman?

What If I Am A Black Woman?
Is it a disease?
Well, if it is,
I sure hope its catching
Because they need to pour it into a bottle,
label it, and sprinkle it
All over the people,
Men and women who ever loved or cried,
worked or died
For any one of us.

So...
What if I am a Black woman?
Is it a crime? Arrest me!
Because I'm strong, but I'm gentle,
I'm smart, but I'm learning,
I'm loving, but I'm hateful.
And I like to work because I like to eat
And feed and clothe and house
Me, mine and yours and everybody's
Like I've been doing for the past 300 years.

What if I am a Black woman?
Is it insane? Commit me!
Because I want Happiness, not tears;
Truths not lies;
Pleasure not pain;
Sunshine not rain;
A man not a child!

What if I am a Black woman?
Is it a sin? Pray for me!
And pray for you too,
If you don't like women of color
Because we are...
Midnight Black, Chestnut Brown, Honey Bronzed,
Chocolate Covered, Cocoa Dipped,
Big Lipped, Big Breasted, and BEAUTIFUL
all at the same time!

So.. what if I am a Black Woman?
Does it bother you that much
Because I want a man who wants me...
Loves me and trusts me,
and respects me
And gives me everything
Because I give him everything back,
PLUS!!

What if I am a Black woman?
I've got rights, same as you!
I have worked for them,
died for them, played and laid for them,
On every plantation from Alabama to Boston
and Back!

What if I am a Black woman?
I love me, and I want you to love me too,
But I am as I've always been,
Near you, close to you, beside you,
strong giving, loving,
For over 300 years,
Your Black woman...Love me!

Now aint that something??
WasiWasi

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Mandela...

Did you know...

- The name Nelson came from his teacher who could'nt pronounce his name Rolihlahla which means troublemaker

- Mandela's number in jail was 46664 which he has turned into an AIDS fundraising campaign. While in jail, he performed hard labor in a lime quarry; he was only allowed one letter and one visitor every six months.

- Mandela had three wives: His first wife Evelyn Ntoko died in 2004 of AIDS, they had three children: his youngest son Thembekile died in a car accident shortly after Mandela was arrested, his only other son Makgatho who was a lawyer died in 2005 from AIDS. They lost a daughter at nine months called Makaziwe, and named their second daughter the same name in honor of their first daughter. His second wife Winnie was the first social worker in Johannesburg and they had two daughters Zenani and Zindzi. Interestingly enough, Zenani is married to the elder brother of King Mswati of Swaziland Prince Dlamini and they live in Boston. Because of her royal status, she was the only family member allowed to visit Mandela in jail. And of course we all know Graca.

- Mandelas father had four wives, and his grandfather was Thembu royalty. Mandela was from the third wife and could'nt be royalty because he was from the 'left side' of the family.

Speaking of Graca, have you ever wondered... was Mandela eyeing her when she was still married to Samora? I like the guy and all but that marrying your buddies wife dry eyed like that and parading it infront of your wife - that i'm not sure about. I think I would have a problem with my friend marrying my spouse after I die, are they mourning or celebrating... I wonder... I also kinda have an issue with the whole your wife stands by you thing then when you pass through your stormy waters you decided on a fresh start. Fair, Winnie could have done some shady stuff but was'nt if for HIS cause? Ama he already had his heart set on his friends wife..? Kinda reminds me of the Bathsheba story....
And whats with CNN's pre-written obituaries? Apparently in 2003 CNN released Mandelas pre-written Ob thinking he was dead - now who in the world writes a pwo? Is'nt that a bit wrong? such a contempt of life! Imagine waking up, grabbing your coffee, opening up the paper and seeing your obituary in the paper - $%!? I think thats enough to cause some serious psychological damage, fast forward one's fear of their mortality why dont you! Ok we all know we are going to die, but no need to make it so technical - personally, I believe its disrespectful to meditate upon and write someone's obituary before they are dead - its demoralising to their humanity to say the least!

Ok i'm done... I bet you learnt something you did'nt know.
WasiWasi

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Favor....

3.30 am
my eyes feel like they have grains of sand in them - again
past three months have been endless cycles of
seven am to three am
papers, exams, books,
clients, refugees, phonecalls,
meetings, forums, workshops,
homesickness
i am tempted to grumble
so long since I had a free weekend
watched a television program
watched a movie with my husband
since I had time to do my hair and nails
go shopping
hang out with friends
tend to my plants or decorate my house
write letters, send gifts, write poetry, make cards,
read, connect with old friends, travel
catch up with my niece and nephew
i am tempted to grumble.

i look on the floor
and watch my husband
sleep
peacefully
must be uncomfortable
I did'nt ask
but he wont go to bed
not while I have a major exam to finish
he will sleep there
till morning if need be
supporting what sometimes
seems to me
an unachievable degree
he believes for me when I lose faith
insisting on cooking and cleaning
without complaint
without keeping score
so I can work without having to worry
always saying 'its ok'
no matter how disappointed he is
when I cancel another plan, another date
he may have to go on his own
offering to make a dreaded trip to the library
(he hates books and libraries)
then driving across town to buy my favorite dinner
on a day that he was so tired
making spontaneous trips to the store
at odd hours of the night
to buy carrot cake, ice-cream, red bull
lots of red bull
just to keep me going
spending precious weekends at
libraries, conferences, in the house
just to be with me
letting me spread books
journals, papers
all around the house
(he hates untidiness)
'dont touch that pile, or that pile, or that pile'
till he has no place to sit and watch tv
or even eat
having to watch the hallowed final four
with headphones on
all evening
so I can concentrate
and all without being asked...

was tempted to grumble
but I just realised how lucky I am
to have you share this journey with me
no one else could be better
so instead
i'll say
Thank you
From the bottom of my heart
You've made the past three months worth
plugging through

a very happy Birthday to the most selfless, loving husband I know
i'm grateful for every day you're with me
I love you
Your Queen Bee
wasiwasi

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

When it's all said and done.....

First of all, I l-o-v-e Bill Cosby with all my heart. I have always admired his deep love for education, for knowing and respecting who you are and why you are here, for values and morality, for respect for ourselves and for others, and for always reminding us that its not just about us, we are part of a whole and we have a very very big responsibility to those who have gone before us, and for those who are coming after us.
I admire the way Cosby carried himself with such dignity in an era when there was so much change happening for 'african americans' (for lack of a better word), and for his ability to encourage people to hold on to themselves but stay connected to others. Its great that we can now ride the bus, walk free, buy houses in affluent neighborhoods, go to good schools, have good jobs... and the list goes on and on and on... but sadly some of us, infact many many of us, have missed the point; many of us have'nt been able to handle these blessings very well. Look at our one and only 'black' television station.. I cant even watch it with a good conscience anymore.. boobs..bums..grinds..curses.. guns... and look at how some of us measure success... 6 cars.. tv screen in the bathroom... a toilet that flushes hot water... the best jeans and purses...???
Cosby's message has continually been "we've missed the point - we've missed the point- we've missed the point!"...and I for one agree with him TOTALLY; it IS time to turn the mirror around. It IS time to take responsibility. It IS time to know who we are and why we are here, and to honor those who gave so much so we could even BE on TV!! It is time for us to make some big changes in our personal lives, in our communities, in our schools and in our relationships - otherwise the future for us looks bleak, very very bleak...
I wonder what MLK would say if he woke up and saw what we really did with the 'freedom' he gave his life for......
For those who missed it, here is Cosby's last speech. (I am still looking for a full transcript of the first speech he made if you have it send it my way) I really hope it inspires you to really really T-H-I-N-K because when its all said and done we as 'black people' all know.. politics aside.. ITS TRUE ITS TRUE ITS TRUE ITS ALLLLLL TRUE!!!
Wasiwasi


Ladies and gentlemen, I really have to ask you to seriously consider what you’ve heard, and now this is the end of the evening so to speak. I heard a prize fight manager say to his fellow who was losing badly, “David, listen to me. It’s not what’s he’s doing to you. It’s what you’re not doing."

Ladies and gentlemen, these people set -- they opened the doors, they gave us the right, and today, ladies and gentlemen, in our cities and public schools we have 50% drop out. In our own neighborhood, we have men in prison. No longer is a person embarrassed because they’re pregnant without a husband. No longer is a boy considered an embarrassment if he tries to run away from being the father of the unmarried child.

Ladies and gentlemen, the lower economic and lower middle economic people are not holding their end in this deal. In the neighborhood that most of us grew up in, parenting is not going on. In the old days, you couldn’t hooky school because every drawn shade was an eye. And before your mother got off the bus and to the house, she knew exactly where you had gone, who had gone into the house, and where you got on whatever you had one and where you got it from. Parents don’t know that today.

I’m talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit. Where were you when he was two? Where were you when he was twelve? Where were you when he was eighteen, and how come you don’t know he had a pistol? And where is his father, and why don’t you know where he is? And why doesn’t the father show up to talk to this boy?

The church is only open on Sunday. And you can’t keep asking Jesus to ask doing things for you. You can’t keep asking that God will find a way. God is tired of you . God was there when they won all those cases. 50 in a row. That’s where God was because these people were doing something. And God said, “I’m going to find a way.” I wasn’t there when God said it -- I’m making this up. But it sounds like what God would do.

We cannot blame white people. White people -- white people don’t live over there. They close up the shop early. The Korean ones still don’t know us as well -- they stay open 24 hours.

I’m looking and I see a man named Kenneth Clark, he and his wife Mamie. Kenneth’s still alive. I have to apologize to him for these people because Kenneth said it straight. He said you have to strengthen yourselves, and we’ve got to have that black doll. And everybody said it. Julian Bond said it. Dick Gregory said it. All these lawyers said it. And you wouldn’t know that anybody had done a damned thing.

50 percent drop out rate, I’m telling you, and people in jail, and women having children by five, six different men. Under what excuse? I want somebody to love me. And as soon as you have it, you forget to parent. Grandmother, mother, and great grandmother in the same room, raising children, and the child knows nothing about love or respect of any one of the three of them. All this child knows is “gimme, gimme, gimme.” These people want to buy the friendship of a child, and the child couldn’t care less. Those of us sitting out here who have gone on to some college or whatever we’ve done, we still fear our parents. And these people are not parenting. They’re buying things for the kid -- $500 sneakers -- for what? They won’t buy or spend $250 on Hooked on Phonics.

Kenneth Clark, somewhere in his home in upstate New York -- just looking ahead. Thank God he doesn’t know what’s going on. Thank God. But these people -- the ones up here in the balcony fought so hard. Looking at the incarcerated, these are not political criminals. These are people going around stealing Coca Cola. People getting shot in the back of the head over a piece of pound cake! Then we all run out and are outraged: “The cops shouldn’t have shot him.” What the hell was he doing with the pound cake in his hand? I wanted a piece of pound cake just as bad as anybody else. And I looked at it and I had no money. And something called parenting said if you get caught with it you’re going to embarrass your mother." Not, "You’re going to get your butt kicked." No. "You’re going to embarrass your mother." "You’re going to embarrass your family." If you knock that girl up, you’re going to have to run away because it’s going to be too embarrassing for your family. In the old days, a girl getting pregnant had to go down South, and then her mother would go down to get her. But the mother had the baby. I said the mother had the baby. The girl didn’t have a baby. The mother had the baby in two weeks. We are not parenting.

Ladies and gentlemen, listen to these people. They are showing you what’s wrong. People putting their clothes on backwards. Isn’t that a sign of something going on wrong? Are you not paying attention? People with their hat on backwards, pants down around the crack. Isn’t that a sign of something or are you waiting for Jesus to pull his pants up? Isn’t it a sign of something when she’s got her dress all the way up to the crack -- and got all kinds of needles and things going through her body. What part of Africa did this come from? We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans; they don’t know a damned thing about Africa. With names like Shaniqua, Shaligua, Mohammed and all that crap and all of them are in jail. (When we give these kinds names to our children, we give them the strength and inspiration in the meaning of those names. What’s the point of giving them strong names if there is not parenting and values backing it up).

Brown versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person’s problem. We’ve got to take the neighborhood back. We’ve got to go in there. Just forget telling your child to go to the Peace Corps. It’s right around the corner. It’s standing on the corner. It can’t speak English. It doesn’t want to speak English. I can’t even talk the way these people talk. “Why you ain’t where you is go, ra.” I don’t know who these people are. And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. Then I heard the father talk. This is all in the house. You used to talk a certain way on the corner and you got into the house and switched to English. Everybody knows it’s important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can’t land a plane with, “Why you ain’t…” You can’t be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth. There is no Bible that has that kind of language. Where did these people get the idea that they’re moving ahead on this. Well, they know they’re not; they’re just hanging out in the same place, five or six generations sitting in the projects when you’re just supposed to stay there long enough to get a job and move out.

Now, look, I’m telling you. It’s not what they’re doing to us. It’s what we’re not doing. 50 percent drop out. Look, we’re raising our own ingrown immigrants. These people are fighting hard to be ignorant. There’s no English being spoken, and they’re walking and they’re angry. Oh God, they’re angry and they have pistols and they shoot and they do stupid things. And after they kill somebody, they don’t have a plan. Just murder somebody. Boom. Over what? A pizza? And then run to the poor cousin’s house.

They sit there and the cousin says, “What are you doing here?”

“I just killed somebody, man.”

“What?”

“I just killed somebody; I’ve got to stay here.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Well, give me some money, I’ll go….”

“Where are you going?”

“North Carolina.”

Everybody wanted to go to North Carolina. But the police know where you’re going because your cousin has a record.

Five or six different children -- same woman, eight, ten different husbands or whatever. Pretty soon you’re going to have to have DNA cards so you can tell who you’re making love to. You don’t who this is. It might be your grandmother. I’m telling you, they’re young enough. Hey, you have a baby when you’re twelve. Your baby turns thirteen and has a baby, how old are you? Huh? Grandmother. By the time you’re twelve, you could have sex with your grandmother, you keep those numbers coming. I’m just predicting.

I’m saying Brown versus the Board of Education. We’ve got to hit the streets, ladies and gentlemen. I’m winding up, now -- no more applause. I’m saying, look at the Black Muslims. There are Black Muslims standing on the street corners and they say so forth and so on, and we’re laughing at them because they have bean pies and all that, but you don’t read, “Black Muslim gunned down while chastising drug dealer.” You don’t read that. They don’t shoot down Black Muslims. You understand me. Muslims tell you to get out of the neighborhood. When you want to clear your neighborhood out, first thing you do is go get the Black Muslims, bean pies and all. And your neighborhood is then clear. The police can’t do it.

I’m telling you Christians, what’s wrong with you? Why can’t you hit the streets? Why can’t you clean it out yourselves? It’s our time now, ladies and gentlemen. It is our time. And I’ve got good news for you. It’s not about money. It’s about you doing something ordinarily that we do -- get in somebody else’s business. It’s time for you to not accept the language that these people are speaking, which will take them nowhere. What the hell good is Brown V. Board of Education if nobody wants it?

What is it with young girls getting after some girl who wants to still remain a virgin. Who are these sick black people and where did they come from and why haven’t they been parented to shut up? To go up to girls and try to get a club where “you are nobody....” This is a sickness, ladies and gentlemen, and we are not paying attention to these children. These are children. They don’t know anything. They don’t have anything. They’re homeless people. All they know how to do is beg. And you give it to them, trying to win their friendship. And what are they good for? And then they stand there in an orange suit and you drop to your knees: “He didn’t do anything. He didn’t do anything.” Yes, he did do it. And you need to have an orange suit on, too.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you for the award -- and giving me an opportunity to speak because, I mean, this is the future, and all of these people who lined up and done -- they’ve got to be wondering what the hell happened. Brown V. Board of Education -- these people who marched and were hit in the face with rocks and punched in the face to get an education and we got these knuckleheads walking around who don’t want to learn English. I know that you all know it. I just want to get you as angry that you ought to be. When you walk around the neighborhood and you see this stuff, that stuff’s not funny. These people are not funny anymore. And that‘s not my brother. And that’s not my sister. They’re faking and they’re dragging me way down because the state, the city, and all these people have to pick up the tab on them because they don’t want to accept that they have to study to get an education.

We have to begin to build in the neighborhood, have restaurants, have cleaners, have pharmacies, have real estate, have medical buildings instead of trying to rob them all. And so, ladies and gentlemen, please, Dorothy Height, where ever she’s sitting, she didn’t do all that stuff so that she could hear somebody say “I can’t stand algebra, I can’t stand…" and “what you is.” It’s horrible.

Basketball players -- multimillionaires can’t write a paragraph. Football players, multimillionaires, can’t read. Yes. Multimillionaires. Well, Brown v. Board of Education, where are we today? It’s there. They paved the way. What did we do with it? The White Man, he’s laughing -- got to be laughing. 50 percent drop out -- rest of them in prison.

You got to tell me that if there was parenting -- help me -- if there was parenting, he wouldn’t have picked up the Coca Cola bottle and walked out with it to get shot in the back of the head. He wouldn’t have. Not if he loved his parents. And not if they were parenting! Not if the father would come home. Not if the boy hadn’t dropped the sperm cell inside of the girl and the girl had said, “No, you have to come back here and be the father of this child.” Not ..“I don’t have to.”

Therefore, you have the pile up of these sweet beautiful things born by nature -- raised by no one. Give them presents. You’re raising pimps. That’s what a pimp is. A pimp will act nasty to you so you have to go out and get them something. And then you bring it back and maybe he or she hugs you. And that’s why pimp is so famous. They’ve got a drink called the “Pimp-something.” You all wonder what that’s about, don’t you? Well, you’re probably going to let Jesus figure it out for you. Well, I’ve got something to tell you about Jesus. When you go to the church, look at the stained glass things of Jesus. Look at them. Is Jesus smiling? Not in one picture. So, tell your friends. Let’s try to do something. Let’s try to make Jesus smile. Let’s start parenting. Thank you, thank you.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Obama for US President!

If you have'nt yet, pick up Barack Obama's book 'Dreams from my father', you will NOT be disappointed. This guy totally inspires me and makes me proud not only to be Kenyan, but he spurs me on to be an educated, contributing, succesful, faith-filled and tolerant immigrant. Just incase you missed his riveting election speech that left us all goin' Daaaaamn! and left some of us going oh-oh here's a glimpse.......

On behalf of the great state of Illinois, crossroads of a nation, land of Lincoln, let me express my deep gratitude for the privilege of addressing this convention. Tonight is a particular honor for me because, let’s face it, my presence on this stage is pretty unlikely. My father was a foreign student, born and raised in a small village in Kenya. He grew up herding goats, went to school in a tin-roof shack. His father, my grandfather, was a cook, a domestic servant.
But my grandfather had larger dreams for his son. Through hard work and perseverance my father got a scholarship to study in a magical place; America which stood as a beacon of freedom and opportunity to so many who had come before. While studying here, my father met my mother. She was born in a town on the other side of the world, in Kansas. Her father worked on oil rigs and farms through most of the Depression. The day after Pearl Harbor he signed up for duty, joined Patton’s army and marched across Europe. Back home, my grandmother raised their baby and went to work on a bomber assembly line. After the war, they studied on the GI Bill, bought a house through FHA, and moved west in search of opportunity.

And they, too, had big dreams for their daughter, a common dream, born of two continents. My parents shared not only an improbable love; they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or “blessed,” believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success. They imagined me going to the best schools in the land, even though they weren’t rich, because in a generous America you don’t have to be rich to achieve your potential. They are both passed away now. Yet, I know that, on this night, they look down on me with pride.

I stand here today, grateful for the diversity of my heritage, aware that my parents’ dreams live on in my precious daughters. I stand here knowing that my story is part of the larger American story, that I owe a debt to all of those who came before me, and that, in no other country on earth, is my story even possible. Tonight, we gather to affirm the greatness of our nation, not because of the height of our skyscrapers, or the power of our military, or the size of our economy. Our pride is based on a very simple premise, summed up in a declaration made over two hundred years ago, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal. That they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights. That among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

That is the true genius of America, a faith in the simple dreams of its people, the insistence on small miracles. That we can tuck in our children at night and know they are fed and clothed and safe from harm. That we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door. That we can have an idea and start our own business without paying a bribe or hiring somebody’s son. That we can participate in the political process without fear of retribution, and that our votes will be counted — or at least, most of the time.

This year, in this election, we are called to reaffirm our values and commitments, to hold them against a hard reality and see how we are measuring up, to the legacy of our forbearers, and the promise of future generations. And fellow Americans — Democrats, Republicans, Independents — I say to you tonight: we have more work to do. More to do for the workers I met in Galesburg, Illinois, who are losing their union jobs at the Maytag plant that’s moving to Mexico, and now are having to compete with their own children for jobs that pay seven bucks an hour. More to do for the father I met who was losing his job and choking back tears, wondering how he would pay $4,500 a month for the drugs his son needs without the health benefits he counted on. More to do for the young woman in East St. Louis, and thousands more like her, who has the grades, has the drive, has the will, but doesn’t have the money to go to college.

Don’t get me wrong. The people I meet in small towns and big cities, in diners and office parks, they don’t expect government to solve all their problems. They know they have to work hard to get ahead and they want to. Go into the collar counties around Chicago, and people will tell you they don’t want their tax money wasted by a welfare agency or the Pentagon. Go into any inner city neighborhood, and folks will tell you that government alone can’t teach kids to learn. They know that parents have to parent, that children can’t achieve unless we raise their expectations and turn off the television sets and eradicate the slander that says a black youth with a book is acting white. No, people don’t expect government to solve all their problems. But they sense, deep in their bones, that with just a change in priorities, we can make sure that every child in America has a decent shot at life, and that the doors of opportunity remain open to all. They know we can do better. And they want that choice.

A while back, I met a young man named Shamus at the VFW Hall in East Moline, Illinois. He was a good-looking kid, six-two or six-three, clear eyed, with an easy smile. He told me he’d joined the Marines and was heading to Iraq the following week. As I listened to him explain why he’d enlisted, his absolute faith in our country and its leaders, his devotion to duty and service, I thought this young man was all any of us might hope for in a child. But then I asked myself: Are we serving Shamus as well as he was serving us? I thought of more than 900 service men and women, sons and daughters, husbands and wives, friends and neighbors, who will not be returning to their hometowns. I thought of families I had met who were struggling to get by without a loved one’s full income, or whose loved ones had returned with a limb missing or with nerves shattered, but who still lacked long-term health benefits because they were reservists. When we send our young men and women into harm’s way, we have a solemn obligation not to fudge the numbers or shade the truth about why they’re going, to care for their families while they’re gone, to tend to the soldiers upon their return, and to never ever go to war without enough troops to win the war, secure the peace, and earn the respect of the world.

A belief that we are connected as one people. If there’s a child on the south side of Chicago who can’t read, that matters to me, even if it’s not my child. If there’s a senior citizen somewhere who can’t pay for her prescription and has to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer, even if it’s not my grandmother. If there’s an Arab American family being rounded up without benefit of an attorney or due process, that threatens my civil liberties. It’s that fundamental belief — I am my brother’s keeper, I am my sisters’ keeper — that makes this country work. It’s what allows us to pursue our individual dreams, yet still come together as a single American family. “E pluribus unum.” Out of many, one.

Yet even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes. Well, I say to them tonight, there’s not a liberal America and a conservative America — there’s the United States of America. There’s not a black America and white America and Latino America and Asian America; there’s the United States of America. The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I’ve got news for them, too. We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don’t like federal agents poking around our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and have gay friends in the Red States. There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and patriots who supported it. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

In the end, that’s what this election is about. Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or a politics of hope? John Kerry calls on us to hope. John Edwards calls on us to hope. I’m not talking about blind optimism here — the almost willful ignorance that thinks unemployment will go away if we just don’t talk about it, or the health care crisis will solve itself if we just ignore it. No, I’m talking about something more substantial. It’s the hope of slaves sitting around a fire singing freedom songs; the hope of immigrants setting out for distant shores; the hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta; the hope of a millworker’s son who dares to defy the odds; the hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too. The audacity of hope!

In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us, the bedrock of this nation; the belief in things not seen; the belief that there are better days ahead. I believe we can give our middle class relief and provide working families with a road to opportunity. I believe we can provide jobs to the jobless, homes to the homeless, and reclaim young people in cities across America from violence and despair. I believe that as we stand on the crossroads of history, we can make the right choices, and meet the challenges that face us. America!

Tonight, if you feel the same energy I do, the same urgency I do, the same passion I do, the same hopefulness I do — if we do what we must do, then I have no doubt that all across the country, from Florida to Oregon, from Washington to Maine, the people will rise up in November, and John Kerry will be sworn in as president, and John Edwards will be sworn in as vice president, and this country will reclaim its promise, and out of this long political darkness a brighter day will come. Thank you and God bless you

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