The murky circumstances of Obama’s birth invite attempts to make the known facts fit together. This article was prompted by two emails. The first asked me why I had never weighed in on the birth certificate controversy surrounding President Barack Obama.
I responded that although I was troubled by the lack of documentation regarding all phases of Obama’s history — I’d be content with his SAT scores — I could not understand why any pregnant American woman would go anywhere near Kenya.
Update: I pulled this comment from the American Thinker article comments. I have commented myself before about the requirements to register my kids for sports being more involved than the POTUS candidate meeting its qualifications:
Posted by: Inthemiddle <!– Comment: #45 –>
Feb 07, 01:37 PM
I’d like to weigh in on this fascinating piece by Cashell. I have been forced to produce more background documentation than Obama just to get my two little kids onto recreational sports teams! Here in Florida, in order to get my daughter on a recreational SOCCER TEAM or my son on a recreational BASEBALL TEAM I have to produce a BIRTH CERTIFICATE every season they want to play–I believe this is to prevent “fraud in sports”–i.e. they’re worried about some sports prodigy from Latin America playing against opponents who are much younger so they verify everyone’s age every season. And speaking of “fraud prevention,” if you want to practice law in Florida the Florida Bar requires you to produce every scholastic transcript from every educational institution you’ve ever attended, from college on up through law school. I attended one semester at a university in Italy and that attendance was reflected in my undergraduate institution’s transcript. But that wasn’t good enough for the Florida Bar. So I then produced the translated-into-English copy of an Italian letter confirming my satisfactory completion of all courses during that semester in Italy from the Italian university to my undergraduate institution. The letter had been translated into English by the head of the French, Italian and Spanish departments at my college and I thought it was downright amazing that my college–which I contacted in a desperate frenzy when the transcript paperwork required by the Florida Bar threatened to keep me from being admitted– still had the translated letter in its records so many years later. But that still wasn’t good enough for the Florida Bar. Finally I had to contact the university in Italy (in Italian I might add) to ask it to write directly to the Florida Bar about my attendance. Weeks later, much to my amazement, the Florida Bar informed me they had received the letter and that my application for bar admission was completed. Isn’t it reassuring that the gurus in Tallahassee know more about me studying art in the Renaissance than the American people know about Obama?
The second email was more interesting. It came from a Michigan entrepreneur named Don Wilkie, with whom I had not previously communicated. Knowing my interest in the authorship questions surrounding Obama’s writing, he presumed that I was intrigued as he was by a cryptic poem the 19-year old Obama wrote called “Pop,” the best thing that Obama himself has actually written. He was right.
“Pop” relates an encounter between Obama and a man most reviewers presume to be Obama’s maternal grandfather, Stanley Dunham. Dunham would have been in his early 60′s at the time. In the poem, Obama has “Pop” wondering drunkenly about the boy, “What to do with me, a green young man.”
The Obama of the poem is cynical, even a little bitter. He makes several allusions to the fact that he and the old man look and even smell alike, a fact that strikes Obama as more ironic than reassuring. The poem ends, however, with reconciliation when Pop stands and asks for a hug. Writes Obama:
I see my face, framed withinPop’s black-framed glassesAnd know he’s laughing too.