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Barack Wins, One Proud Black Man’s Thoughts

Barack wins, the feelings of one black man by George Cook www.letstalkhonestly.com 11/06/08

On Tuesday November 4, 2008 Barack Obama won the presidential election to become the 44th President of the United States. This was a great day for my family. It so moved me that I haven’t been able to sleep for two days and am still trying to come to grips with the Barack Obama victory.

Everything is like a blur and I am just starting to realize on November 6 that we have a black president. Even now in my slightly delirious state I keep waiting for some reporter on Fox News to start screaming about a voter discrepancy somewhere. Most likely Alaska.

I knew I had to write something but I was just too emotional or exhausted. Probably a combination of both. That and a few celebratory Heinekens.

Election Day was very special for me and besides the 3 hour wait to vote ( which will become six hours as I age and tell the story of how I walked in six inches of snow with no shoes to vote for Obama 30 years from now ) it was a beautiful day.

Early on I drove 3 elderly African American women who were all over 75 years old to the polls. They were acting like little school girls giggling and smiling. I almost said, “Don’t make me pull this car over.”

But it hit me that as happy as I was that I could not really appreciate what they felt. At only forty I have not faced real overt racism. But they had, They lived through Jim Crow and segregation. They saw America’s ugly side.

Their joy was really one of “We have overcome” and I knew they really appreciated and understood what was happening in their lifetime.

That made me think of my daughter who will in her lifetime think it’s normal for a black man to be president and hopefully one day will see a woman attain the highest office in the land. Now when I tell my daughter she can be president I wont be talking out one side of my mouth.

All these thoughts brought a few tears to my eyes. That’s a big deal for me since I can only remember crying three times in my adult life. Those three being when my great grandmother died, when my daughter was born, and when the Giants lost the Super Bowl in 2000.

I want to close by returning to those three old women I drove to the polls. Now everyone who has ever been in an old black persons home knows along with plastic covers on the furniture there are pictures of three people you will always see on the wall.

Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King, and John F. Kennedy.

Now they can add one more…………..

George L. Cook III www.letstalkhonestly.com

Barack Wins, One Proud Black Man’s Thoughts

Barack wins, the feelings of one black man by George Cook www.letstalkhonestly.com 11/06/08

On Tuesday November 4, 2008 Barack Obama won the presidential election to become the 44th President of the United States. This was a great day for my family. It so moved me that I haven’t been able to sleep for two days and am still trying to come to grips with the Barack Obama victory.

Everything is like a blur and I am just starting to realize on November 6 that we have a black president. Even now in my slightly delirious state I keep waiting for some reporter on Fox News to start screaming about a voter discrepancy somewhere. Most likely Alaska.

I knew I had to write something but I was just too emotional or exhausted. Probably a combination of both. That and a few celebratory Heinekens.

Election Day was very special for me and besides the 3 hour wait to vote ( which will become six hours as I age and tell the story of how I walked in six inches of snow with no shoes to vote for Obama 30 years from now ) it was a beautiful day.

Early on I drove 3 elderly African American women who were all over 75 years old to the polls. They were acting like little school girls giggling and smiling. I almost said, “Don’t make me pull this car over.”

But it hit me that as happy as I was that I could not really appreciate what they felt. At only forty I have not faced real overt racism. But they had, They lived through Jim Crow and segregation. They saw America’s ugly side.

Their joy was really one of “We have overcome” and I knew they really appreciated and understood what was happening in their lifetime.

That made me think of my daughter who will in her lifetime think it’s normal for a black man to be president and hopefully one day will see a woman attain the highest office in the land. Now when I tell my daughter she can be president I wont be talking out one side of my mouth.

All these thoughts brought a few tears to my eyes. That’s a big deal for me since I can only remember crying three times in my adult life. Those three being when my great grandmother died, when my daughter was born, and when the Giants lost the Super Bowl in 2000.

I want to close by returning to those three old women I drove to the polls. Now everyone who has ever been in an old black persons home knows along with plastic covers on the furniture there are pictures of three people you will always see on the wall.

Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King, and John F. Kennedy.

Now they can add one more…………..

George L. Cook III www.letstalkhonestly.com

Barack Wins, One Proud Black Man’s Thoughts

Barack wins, the feelings of one black man by George Cook www.letstalkhonestly.com 11/06/08

On Tuesday November 4, 2008 Barack Obama won the presidential election to become the 44th President of the United States. This was a great day for my family. It so moved me that I haven’t been able to sleep for two days and am still trying to come to grips with the Barack Obama victory.

Everything is like a blur and I am just starting to realize on November 6 that we have a black president. Even now in my slightly delirious state I keep waiting for some reporter on Fox News to start screaming about a voter discrepancy somewhere. Most likely Alaska.

I knew I had to write something but I was just too emotional or exhausted. Probably a combination of both. That and a few celebratory Heinekens.

Election Day was very special for me and besides the 3 hour wait to vote ( which will become six hours as I age and tell the story of how I walked in six inches of snow with no shoes to vote for Obama 30 years from now ) it was a beautiful day.

Early on I drove 3 elderly African American women who were all over 75 years old to the polls. They were acting like little school girls giggling and smiling. I almost said, “Don’t make me pull this car over.”

But it hit me that as happy as I was that I could not really appreciate what they felt. At only forty I have not faced real overt racism. But they had, They lived through Jim Crow and segregation. They saw America’s ugly side.

Their joy was really one of “We have overcome” and I knew they really appreciated and understood what was happening in their lifetime.

That made me think of my daughter who will in her lifetime think it’s normal for a black man to be president and hopefully one day will see a woman attain the highest office in the land. Now when I tell my daughter she can be president I wont be talking out one side of my mouth.

All these thoughts brought a few tears to my eyes. That’s a big deal for me since I can only remember crying three times in my adult life. Those three being when my great grandmother died, when my daughter was born, and when the Giants lost the Super Bowl in 2000.

I want to close by returning to those three old women I drove to the polls. Now everyone who has ever been in an old black persons home knows along with plastic covers on the furniture there are pictures of three people you will always see on the wall.

Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King, and John F. Kennedy.

Now they can add one more…………..

George L. Cook III www.letstalkhonestly.com

Is God Black? Hollywood’s Answer and Faint Echoes of Charlton Heston

 I must admit, it is not my article I wish you to read, but it does resonate  my sentiments; a faint echo of something I wrote in the past which  is why I love this article.  I grew up with the Charlton Heston voice booming down the laws of Judeo-Christianity in such epics as Ben Hur, Moses and so on.  That was when my spiritual childhood found more Christian education in TV as a child than it ever did in catechism, which was obligatory for us good young Catholics back in the mid 60′s.  Actually it was quite a welcome break from regular public school because we were allowed to leave early every Wednesday.  God permitted us to play hooky.

 Jeez, were we ever frightened by those dressed up foreign looking Nuns, the persona incarnate of Charlton Heston for one day a week.   The ‘stick’ was still allowed, a waning threat at the time of civil rights and individual expression, but still visibly hanging somewhere on a rusty nail in the classroom where all could see.  But we craved to understand, to be holy, to go to heaven and, above all, to be scared of any thought that was a sin. This was the ever present sin that Charlton Heston talked about while breaking the commandments in two, we cowered in fright as children, afraid to see what God would do next.  We were kids, we still believed

And we moved through the 60′s and 70′s, civil disobedience was rampant, we didn’t understand it as young whites, but our parents told us to lock the doors and close the windows when going through ‘downtown”.  School was disrupted and the word ‘riot’ became part of our new vocabulary.  Our parents, trying  desperately to adjust to this changing situation when ‘colored’ was still the appropriate word to call African Americans, simply did not know what to tell us. We grew, we learned, and as Americans we continue to learn, grow and accept changes as they appear.   Now we have succumbed to the truth. Hollywood, the reflection of all that is true in society has shown us the change, good bye Charlton, the heavenly soul train has arrived.  God is black and we have now come to realize it with the arrival of the archangel Obama.

So with no further ado, I would love for you to read this humorous article, written by Micheal Kinsley, a writer with Time Magazine, someone who agrees that Morgan Freeman is one of the best people to tell you a bed time story.  I actually voted for Garrison Keiller as forerunner, but it was still in the bedtime story category.  I would never aspire to equate the voice of god with someone living…mind you, those nuns beat that into me and I don’t want to end up in hell. (then I would have that ex-girlfriend screaming in my ear for eternity).

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1871919,00.html

Quiero mas, mucho mucho mas.    Make sure to visit my sites

http://www.newayswealth.com    http://www.ineways.com/bonheur

Is God Black? Hollywood’s Answer and Faint Echoes of Charlton Heston

 I must admit, it is not my article I wish you to read, but it does resonate  my sentiments; a faint echo of something I wrote in the past which  is why I love this article.  I grew up with the Charlton Heston voice booming down the laws of Judeo-Christianity in such epics as Ben Hur, Moses and so on.  That was when my spiritual childhood found more Christian education in TV as a child than it ever did in catechism, which was obligatory for us good young Catholics back in the mid 60′s.  Actually it was quite a welcome break from regular public school because we were allowed to leave early every Wednesday.  God permitted us to play hooky.

 Jeez, were we ever frightened by those dressed up foreign looking Nuns, the persona incarnate of Charlton Heston for one day a week.   The ‘stick’ was still allowed, a waning threat at the time of civil rights and individual expression, but still visibly hanging somewhere on a rusty nail in the classroom where all could see.  But we craved to understand, to be holy, to go to heaven and, above all, to be scared of any thought that was a sin. This was the ever present sin that Charlton Heston talked about while breaking the commandments in two, we cowered in fright as children, afraid to see what God would do next.  We were kids, we still believed

And we moved through the 60′s and 70′s, civil disobedience was rampant, we didn’t understand it as young whites, but our parents told us to lock the doors and close the windows when going through ‘downtown”.  School was disrupted and the word ‘riot’ became part of our new vocabulary.  Our parents, trying  desperately to adjust to this changing situation when ‘colored’ was still the appropriate word to call African Americans, simply did not know what to tell us. We grew, we learned, and as Americans we continue to learn, grow and accept changes as they appear.   Now we have succumbed to the truth. Hollywood, the reflection of all that is true in society has shown us the change, good bye Charlton, the heavenly soul train has arrived.  God is black and we have now come to realize it with the arrival of the archangel Obama.

So with no further ado, I would love for you to read this humorous article, written by Micheal Kinsley, a writer with Time Magazine, someone who agrees that Morgan Freeman is one of the best people to tell you a bed time story.  I actually voted for Garrison Keiller as forerunner, but it was still in the bedtime story category.  I would never aspire to equate the voice of god with someone living…mind you, those nuns beat that into me and I don’t want to end up in hell. (then I would have that ex-girlfriend screaming in my ear for eternity).

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1871919,00.html

Quiero mas, mucho mucho mas.    Make sure to visit my sites

http://www.newayswealth.com    http://www.ineways.com/bonheur

Is God Black? Hollywood’s Answer and Faint Echoes of Charlton Heston

 I must admit, it is not my article I wish you to read, but it does resonate  my sentiments; a faint echo of something I wrote in the past which  is why I love this article.  I grew up with the Charlton Heston voice booming down the laws of Judeo-Christianity in such epics as Ben Hur, Moses and so on.  That was when my spiritual childhood found more Christian education in TV as a child than it ever did in catechism, which was obligatory for us good young Catholics back in the mid 60′s.  Actually it was quite a welcome break from regular public school because we were allowed to leave early every Wednesday.  God permitted us to play hooky.

 Jeez, were we ever frightened by those dressed up foreign looking Nuns, the persona incarnate of Charlton Heston for one day a week.   The ‘stick’ was still allowed, a waning threat at the time of civil rights and individual expression, but still visibly hanging somewhere on a rusty nail in the classroom where all could see.  But we craved to understand, to be holy, to go to heaven and, above all, to be scared of any thought that was a sin. This was the ever present sin that Charlton Heston talked about while breaking the commandments in two, we cowered in fright as children, afraid to see what God would do next.  We were kids, we still believed

And we moved through the 60′s and 70′s, civil disobedience was rampant, we didn’t understand it as young whites, but our parents told us to lock the doors and close the windows when going through ‘downtown”.  School was disrupted and the word ‘riot’ became part of our new vocabulary.  Our parents, trying  desperately to adjust to this changing situation when ‘colored’ was still the appropriate word to call African Americans, simply did not know what to tell us. We grew, we learned, and as Americans we continue to learn, grow and accept changes as they appear.   Now we have succumbed to the truth. Hollywood, the reflection of all that is true in society has shown us the change, good bye Charlton, the heavenly soul train has arrived.  God is black and we have now come to realize it with the arrival of the archangel Obama.

So with no further ado, I would love for you to read this humorous article, written by Micheal Kinsley, a writer with Time Magazine, someone who agrees that Morgan Freeman is one of the best people to tell you a bed time story.  I actually voted for Garrison Keiller as forerunner, but it was still in the bedtime story category.  I would never aspire to equate the voice of god with someone living…mind you, those nuns beat that into me and I don’t want to end up in hell. (then I would have that ex-girlfriend screaming in my ear for eternity).

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1871919,00.html

Quiero mas, mucho mucho mas.    Make sure to visit my sites

http://www.newayswealth.com    http://www.ineways.com/bonheur

Why Black Men Love White Women: Going Beyond Sexual Politics to the Heart of the Matter (Paperback)

THE IRREVERENT, EYE-OPENING, AND HILARIOUS BOOK THAT DARES TO ASK… Why do so many high-profile black men date and marry the most ordinary white women?Why do so many other black men desire and covet the company of white women?And why does this subject deeply touch so many people of both races?Are these provocative questions matters of love, sex, revenge, power, or politics? All of the above, asserts Rajen Persaud in this illuminating, no-holds-barred book that will have you laughing with recognition while fundamentally changing the way you see just about everything — from sex and marriage to your own gender and race in all its foibles, pretensions, and ultimate possibilities.Challenging every one of our preconceptions about mixed-race relationships, Rajen Persaud’s commentary lights up a topic that has only deepened in intensity and relevance in the decades since Sidney Poitier asked the world “Guess who’s coming to dinner?” The answers, so deeply ingrained in our fabric a (more…)