A picture says a thousand words

24 07 2008
So if it is true that a picture says a thousand words, then how many words do these pictures say?
Teddy from England in Berlin with Obama
Go Teddy

And all these were in Berlin and not the U.S. I believe we can make a comeback in the eyes of the world. I do, I really do.

Tanisha

“No civilization would ever have been possible without a framework of stability, to provide the wherein for the flux of change. Foremost among the stabilizing factors, more enduring than customs, manners and traditions, are the legal systems that regulate our life in the world and our daily affairs with each other.”





The road less traveled

21 01 2008

I can remember the first day that I got bitten by the political bug. It was in 1993 and I was a junior at Elsik High School in Houston, TX.

Of course at the time I was not yet old enough to vote so the only way I can make my voice known was by talking and debating the issues with other students.

At that time I was a member of the student organization HOSA and was trying to decide if I would become a doctor or a lawyer. Fortunately or unfortunately I was smitten by both fields but made a decision to pursue medicine because of my family doctor who decided to mentor me as well as find me black American doctors to mentor me as well–he was white.

I joined HOSA and participated in the HOSA parliamentary procedure debate and other activities. Unfortunately, my mom was a struggling single parent barely making ends-meat and therefore made it impossible for me to participate in extra-curricular activities. I believe that if I were able to do so my path would have gone a totally different direction.

Instead, I joined the military in 1994 after I graduated from high school; more out of a thirst to travel then to serve my country–which I found out was most enlisted personnel’s reason for joining as well. I was afforded the opportunity to travel around the world the three years that I was in the Navy. These experiences solidified the international bug that I had already been bitten by when I was younger.

I was the little black kid who listened to classical music and Enya. I sang in the choir in my school and played bells in the bell choir. I also played the clarinet. Somehow deep inside I knew that my life would be different then what it was at the time.

You are probably wondering why I am telling you this? I wish to explain my background so that you may better understand why I am supporting Barack Obama for president.

Many would say it is because he is black but to be honest that was a strike against him, for me, in the beginning. You see the black community has not had a viable leader since Martin Luther King, Jr and Malcolm X. In fact our community has regress in many ways and has accepted the modern pop culture’s definition of what it means to be a black American–grills, sagging pants, bling, etc. That is until Senator Obama stepped onto the scene. He is eloquent, intelligent, firm, and doesn’t play around. I was not prepared for this candidate. I forgot about his keynote address at the 2004 Democrat Convention. In fact it was the furthest thing from my mind. Being a struggling college student at the moment leaves no room to have fund memories.

It wasn’t until I saw him for the second time on Oprah that I took notice. Who was this funny guy with the funny name, big ears and dark lips? And what was he talking about? I was voting for Hilary anyway. But something about what he said spoke to me. In a country that forces you to define yourself by race, culture, socio-economic, level of education, religion, etc; rarely do I meet others who do not allow our society to put them in a box and who proudly announces that they are undefinable. I rarely meet others who possess an international, multi-cultural spirit. But Barack’s spirit spoke to mine. Here was a multi-racial American man who refused to be put in a box and he was running for president.

At first, I didn’t think he could do it but when I heard about all of the people turning up at his rallies and all the money he’d raised without using lobbyist and PAC’s; and the fact that he wished to unite America, which is a very important issue to me, I knew that he was my guy and I have been campaigning for him since.

My mom use to always say to me, “a divided house cannot stand.” What a true statement this is–united we stand, divided we fall– these clichés have proven true as far as the American people are concerned. We have allowed fear and manipulation to completely divide us. A divided army cannot fight a common enemy and a divided people cannot save their country.

I believe in this campaign and over the next few months I will be blogging about it. I hope that America will see through the haze to the truth and we will again be a united people once again. We aren’t called the United States for nothing.

-T