When I go to vote I will be thinking of the wonderful woman I first read about more than a year ago in Barack's 1st book. I admired her then and I admire the strength she has so obviously imparted to him. I believe that when our loved ones die they give us the best of them to carry on. If I could speak to President Obama I would say "Remember all your Grandma Toot taught you and pass it along to your children. Keep her memory alive by speaking of her often to them."
It was this passage about Barack's grandparents which affected me the most. It's the story about children throwing rocks at Obama's at-that-time eleven year old future mom who was sharing a book with a little black girl under a tree in Texas:
It was only when Toot opened the gate that she realized the black girl was shaking and my mother's eyes shone with tears. The girls remained motionless, paralyzed in their fear, until Toot finally leaned down and put her hands on both their heads.
"If you two are going to play," she said, "then for goodness sake, go on inside. Come on. Both of you." She picked up my mother and reached for the other girl's hand, but before she could say anything more, the girl was in a full sprint, her long legs like a whippet's as she vanished down the street.
Gramps was beside himself when he heard what had happened. He interrogated my mother, wrote down names. The next day he took the morning off from work to visit the school principal. He personally called the parents of some of the offending children to give them a piece of his mind. And from every adult that he spoke to, he received the same response:
"You best talk to your daughter, Mr. Dunham. White girls don't play with coloreds in this town."
It's hard to know how much weight to give to these episodes, what permanent allegiances were made or broken, or whether they stand out only in the light of subsequent events. Whenever he spoke to me about it, Gramps would insist that the family left Texas in part because of their discomfort with such racism. Toot would be more circumspect; once, when we were alone, she told me that they had moved from Texas only because Gramps wasn't doing particularly well on his job, and because a friend in Seattle had promised him something better. According to her, the word racism wasn't even in their vocabulary back then. "Your grandfather and I just figured we should treat people decently, Bar. That's all."
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