Saturday, July 26, 2008

The Audacity to Hope is a Dream From My Father Barack Obama in Berlin copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. It is the day of my father's birth, July 24th. The man who taught me to dream of unity gave me the freedom to aspire. Leon inspired and inspires me today. Since earliest childhood, Daddy ensured I saw no walls and created no barriers. My father, through his actions, helped me to understand the importance of fellowship. He demonstrated the need to build bridges in federations with those we call foreign. Whether Daddy spoke of companions or countries, he emphasized the strength of coalitions. Lee, as others might label him, taught me the value alliances, in every association. With thanks to Daddy, I have the Audacity to Hope. Barack Obama also has the courage of conviction. Illinois Senator, and Presidential hopeful Obama communicated this commitment to a broader community, today, on July 24, 2008, in Berlin, Germany. Barack Obama spoke of the belief he holds dear, and the one my father shared with me. Perchance, Dreams From My Father, and his, were evident in a speech given this afternoon on distant soil. Citizen Obama expressed a belief in the power of partnerships. He advanced the notion, when we come "together to work, and struggle, and sacrifice for that better life, all is finer. The presumptive Democratic Presidential nominee, and potential President of the United States, declared, as a community, large or small, people connected can strive to achieve for the commonweal. Individually and as a culture, we thrive when we are united. Divided, we worldwide will fall. Whether it be in Berlin, or at an American border, when people build walls, society is weakened. This sentiment resonated within me. People abroad responded as well. Possibly, we all have fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers that help us to acknowledge "the...
Woodstock; War and Peace Revisited country joe mcdonald and the fish- vietman song copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. It was summer. Temperatures were high and war was in the air. People said they were upset with politicians who refused to heed the cries for peace. Battlefields far from home became burial grounds. The public noted too many people had died, perhaps unnecessarily. Americans publicly announced, its time to bring our young home. End the combat was the common cry. Yet, it seemed the Administration did not intend to declare a cease-fire. Some feared a superpower might appear weak. A pullout would indicate that we had surrendered. As Americans safe at home pondered policy, soldiers still fell on foreign fields. Families struggled to come to terms with what it means to be a patriot. Moms and Dads of military personnel may have wrestled with the idea of what it means to win a war more so than the average American did. The year was 1969. Now, near four decades later United States citizens can closely examine what was on August 16, two score ago. The opportunity for deep reflection, in retrospect, is possible since a museum at the Woodstock concert site opened in June 2008. As visitors literally trek from one exhibit to the next, they figuratively travel through time and space. Spectators are emotionally transported to the world of the now legendary Woodstock, a festival that marked a political movement. Within the walls of the museum, people read of the arts and melodies gala, billed as "3 Days of Peace and Music." The words the main organizer of this event, delivered to a massive audience of anti-war youth echoes through the newly constructed chamber. Then forty-nine (49) year-old dairy farmer Max Yasgur, a man who provided $50,000 and 600 acres of his land,...

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