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An Open letter to Barack Obama from Alice Walker

Nov. 5, 2008

Dear Brother Obama,

You have no idea, really, of how profound this moment is for us. Us being the black people of the Southern United States. You think you know, because you are thoughtful, and you have studied our history. But seeing you deliver the torch so many others before you carried, year after year, decade after decade, century after century, only to be struck down before igniting the flame of justice and of law, is almost more than the heart can bear. And yet, this observation is not intended to burden you, for you are of a different time, and, indeed, because of all the relay runners before you, North America is a different place. It is really only to say: Well done. We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us, the best of the spirit of Africa and of the Americas. Knowing this, that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength. Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom, stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope, previously only sung about.

I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance. A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters. And so on. One gathers that your family is large. We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors. This is no way to lead. Nor does your family deserve this fate. One way of thinking about all this is: It is so bad now that there is no excuse not to relax. From your happy, relaxed state, you can model real success, which is all that so many people in the world really want. They may buy endless cars and houses and furs and gobble up all the attention and space they can manage, or barely manage, but this is because it is not yet clear to them that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of almost everyone.

I would further advise you not to take on other people's enemies. Most damage that others do to us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion. We must learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise. It is understood by all that you are commander in chief of the United States and are sworn to protect our beloved country; this we understand, completely. However, as my mother used to say, quoting a Bible with which I often fought, "hate the sin, but love the sinner." There must be no more crushing of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a means of ruling a people's spirit. This has already happened to people of color, poor people, women, children. We see where this leads, where it has led.

A good model of how to "work with the enemy" internally is presented by the Dalai Lama, in his endless caretaking of his soul as he confronts the Chinese government that invaded Tibet. Because, finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies, the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies. And your smile, with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our way, and brightening the world.

We are the ones we have been waiting for.

In Peace and Joy,
Alice Walker
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6 random things about me

1. I have an extra cervical rib
2. Almost all of my bottom teeth are baby teeth
3. I watched the very first episode of "Sesame Street" the first day it was broadcast.
4. I still have to think about which is my right and which is my left
5. I hate styrafoam more than almost any other substance
6. I can't think
gromit

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Yesterday I helped my Mom put my step-father in a nursing home. THought I had a bad day.

S. has had a worse day.

Today, one of my best friend's sister died at the age of 38 leaving behind a 4 year old daughter.

S. and I have often bonded over the fact that we share the same recurring nightmare. The phone rings and someone tells us our respective sisters have died.

S.'s worst nightmare came true today. Can't even imagine.
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From the OT

Dear Nurses,

Cleaning up feces is not the job of the therapists. If we need to help our patient's do this, we will, but please do not leave them that way for us to find. Also leaving a full commode to ripen until we have to deal with it or die from the stench is just plain gross. Please do not confuse our willingness to "lend a hand" with "can be dumped with the stuff that the PCAs find too heinous."

About transferring those 300 pound stroke patients out of bed. We weren't endowed with Kryptonian strength in OT school. Some help would be nice.

Sincerely,
The Occupational Therapist
gromit

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I am ridiculously pleased that I have now evolved past knitting rectagles and tubes and have made 3 sweaters. They are pretty cute too.