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Madelyn Dunham; American Mentor Obama Discusses Visiting His Sick Grandmother copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org She gave him life through her wit, wisdom, work, and commitment to family. Madelyn Dunham helped to teach her grandson the importance of sincerity and service. Ms Dunham, Barack Obama's grandmother, physically gave birth to the woman who conceived the potential President, Stanley Ann Dunham. Her being, who she was as a person, created more than a daughter, or the baby her offspring later brought into the world. Grandma Dunham, "Toot," mentored the man who now makes history. Madelyn Dunham walked a path her grandson embraces. She was the precursor, the predecessor, and a pioneer prior to Barack Obama's thought to pursue the Presidency. The 86 year-old, who passed on the eve before the child she raised would, perchance, win a bid for the White House, traveled a feminist trail. In Hawaii, in the late 1960s, this petite and proper woman entered the business world. She began her career as a humble bank teller. However, with grit and gumption, this courageous lady climbed in banking circles. Madelyn Dunham's professional journey began before other daughters of Eve, even on the mainland, sought to survive in a "man's work world." By the early 1970s, she had become one of Bank of Hawaii's first female Vice Presidents. A young Barack Obama watched his grandmother do as he hopes to do today. She overcame odds and broke through barriers, real and, those while palpable, invisible. In earlier decades, in Hawaii, the way of a white woman was not easy. Discrimination was direct. Discretion was not the better part of valor. Indeed, valor was not found in vicious cries of condemnation. Native Hawaiians were brash in their bigotry. Sam Slom, a Bank of Hawaii economist then, who is now a Republican state...
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Condition; "Critical" copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org Twas the night before Election Day and my mind, heart, body, and soul were filled with fright. I fear I did not do enough; nor could I have, to truly bring about change. I more needed time with those that trust me or were still open to reflection. When last I made calls for candidate Barack Obama, I was slammed, damned, and spoken to with much disdain. Similar occurred when I stood on a street corner and waved my signs. Granted, I saw and heard there was much support. Still, I had friends who would not vote for Senator Obama. Several were sure that they preferred John McCain and Sarah Palin. Then, there was John Michael Rubens. John is eligible, older; he is registered. This fine fellow has cast many a ballot in his lifetime. Doctor Rubens is prominent pillar of the community. The well-trained physician is a scholar. He cares. Yet, he would not cast a ballot for either candidate.John's positions affected my faith. Everywhere I went, other people told me to believe, to be hopeful. However, I knew that no matter who entered the Oval Office, blood would be spilled. On battlefields abroad and on the streets of America, brutality born of terror would continue to flow. For some people weapons wield strength. Innumerable individuals use words to kill. Some take advantage of signatures on insurance forms, benefits no longer offered with salaries, or just the Health Care system. Hours before Americans went to the polls, my very close friend, a man familiar with the field of Health Care and the coverage necessary to treat illness and injury, spoke of what time, or a national election tally would not easily erase. Doctor Rubens avowed, the tangible that he thinks is in...

A being that believes . . . "thinking is the best way to travel!" [Mike Pinder, Moody Blues]

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