tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36404602.post3981933457648417939..comments2023-10-26T05:08:20.977-04:00Comments on Connecting.the.Dots: What Obama Means to MeROBERT STEINhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11999996852219220599noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36404602.post-16973478300014291302009-01-19T22:02:00.000-05:002009-01-19T22:02:00.000-05:00Beautifully written. I grew up in Birmingham, in a...Beautifully written. <BR/><BR/>I grew up in Birmingham, in an area that experienced over 60 "unsolved bombings" of black homes between the end of WWII and the Civil Rights Act. <BR/><BR/>I was a few blocks away, on my way to breakfast, when four children were blown up in the 16th Street Baptist Church.<BR/><BR/>As the grandson of a white sharecropper, and the son-in-law of a black man, I thank God for letting me see this day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36404602.post-17032365542318762502009-01-19T21:35:00.000-05:002009-01-19T21:35:00.000-05:00Blessings to you, Mr. Stein. A very special day f...Blessings to you, Mr. Stein. A very special day for all of us.<BR/><BR/>My grandparents emigrated to America and settled in NYC, perhaps not far from your old neighborhood . My great-grandparents stayed in Europe ... never to be heard from again.<BR/><BR/>The civil rights movement and war in Vietnam informed my moral consciousness. I was maybe 14 years old when, against my parents wishes, I hitched to Washington DC to witness Dr. Kings famous speech.<BR/><BR/>Today, my own children are in Washington DC to witness the inauguration. It has been a long journey ... and I can't imagine living a life different from the one I have.(O)CT(O)PUShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07589336822561030860noreply@blogger.com