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Barack Obama's Inauguration
Speech, Washington DC, January 20th, 2009
(two extracts)
"For us they packed up their few worldy
possessions and traveled across oceans in search
of a new life.
For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled
in the West; endured the lash of the whip and
plowed the earth.
For us, they fought and died, in places like
Concord and Gettyburg; Normandy and Khe
Sanh.”
"This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed
- Why men and women and children of every race
and every faith can join in celebration across this
magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less
than sixty years ago might not have been served at
a local restaurant can now stand before you to take
a most sacred oath."
This is an excerpt from Barack Obama's Dreams from
my Father, an autobiography. The future President of
the United States is now eleven. It is his first day at
Punahou Academy, a prestigious prep school.
The Presidential couple in
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We sat a a table with four other children, and Miss Hefty, an energetic middle-aged
woman with short gray hair, took attendance. When she read my full name, I heard
titters' break across the room. Frederick leaned over me.
"I thought your name was Barry."
"Would you prefer if we called you Barry?" Miss Iefty asked. "Barack is such a beau-
tiful name. Your grandfather tells me your father is a Kenyan. I used to live in Kenya,
you know. Teaching children just your age. It's such a magnificent country. Do you
know what tribe your father is from?"
Her question brought on more giggles', and I remained speechless for a moment.
When I finally said "Luo", a sandy-haired boy behind me repeated the word in a loud
hoot', like the sound of a monkey. The children could no longer contain themselves, and
it took a stern reprimand from Miss Hefty before the class would settle down and we
could mercifully move on to the next person on the list.
I spent the rest of the day in a daze. A redheaded girl asked to touch my hair and
seemed hurt when I refused. A ruddy-faced boy asked me if my father ate people. When
I got home, Gramps' was in the middle of preparing dinner.
"So how was it? Isn't it terrific that Miss Hefty used to live in Kenya? Makes the first
day a little easier, I bet."
I went into my room and closed the door.
Barack OBAMA. Dreams from my Father, 2004.