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Edited on Wed Feb-20-08 01:51 AM by Emit
I went to my mother's house to drop off her groceries and the first thing she said was that she was concerned about Obama winning. I was really quite surprised because last week, she was talking about what a terrific orator he was and how he had really captured the crowds. She seemed to genuinely like him. Mom lives alone and watches teevee nonstop.
"And his wife, did you here what she said! ..." she exclaims.
"No, Mom, tell me..." I said, pretending to have not known just to get her take on the matter.
"Well, it's all over the news. She said in all her adult life she had never been proud of her country until now ... Do you think it has something to do with the church they go to?" she asked in that gossipy way old ladies sometimes sound.
Thinking she was referring to the claims that Obama is a Muslim, I said, "Now wait a minute, Mom."
"No, no," she replied. "Your sister called to tell me that he belongs to a Black Christian Church that only allows blacks and that is like a Black Supremest church ..."
"Wha'! Turn off your teevee, Mom."
"He also gave this wonderful speech recently and it was plagiarized! ... Can you believe that? None of it was his own!" She added, "Do you think he's just a fraud?"
Now, lest anyone thinks my mother is a racist, let me explain that she grew up very poor in a tiny town in Arkansas, living amongst black families in a neighborhood literally on the wrong side of the tracks (my mother's house backed up against a log yard). These were shanty hut houses with corrugated tin roof tops and bleach bottles decorating their front walk ways. The house she grew up in wasn't much better and was condemned in the '70s.
We went back every summer since I was a baby until I went off to college and Mom taught me to respect people of all colors -- she introduced me to the black churches where we would go to listen to gospel and meet elders there whom she knew when she was young. One of her best friends was an old AA woman named Bobbie who had a gold tooth and spit tobacco in a coffee can. This is not a race thing. Her struggle with race in her family (her father was very racist and sexist) ensured that she would rear us differently, and she did.
"Mom," I said, "I gotta go. We'll talk later when I have more time...."
I just didn't have the strength to get into this with her right now.
*sigh*
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