‘Man, the media ate me alive,” Wright told me when we met in his office at Chicago’s Kwame Nkrumah Academy. “After the media went ballistic on me, I received an e-mail offering me money not to preach at all until the November presidential election.”
“Who sent the e-mail?” I asked Wright.
“It was from one of Barack’s closest friends.”
“He offered you money?”
“Not directly,” Wright said. “He sent the offer to one of the members of the church, who sent it to me.”
“How much money did he offer you?”
“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” Wright said.
“Did Obama himself ever make an effort to see you?”
“Yes,” Wright said. “Barack said he wanted to meet me in secret, in a secure place. And I said, ‘You’re used to coming to my home, you’ve been here countless times, so what’s wrong with coming to my home?’ So we met in the living room of the parsonage of Trinity United Church of Christ, at South Pleasant Avenue right off 95th Street, just Barack and me. I don’t know if he had a wire on him. His security was outside somewhere.
“And one of the first things Barack said was, ‘I really wish you wouldn’t do any more public speaking until after the November election.’ He knew I had some speaking engagements lined up, and he said, ‘I wish you wouldn’t speak. It’s gonna hurt the campaign if you do that.’
“And what did you say?” I asked. “I said, ‘I don’t see it that way. And anyway, how am I supposed to support my family?’ And he said, ‘Well, I wish you wouldn’t speak in public. The press is gonna eat you alive.’
“Barack said, ‘I’m sorry you don’t see it the way I do. Do you know what your problem is?’ And I said, ‘No, what’s my problem?’ And he said, ‘You have to tell the truth.’ I said, ‘That’s a good problem to have. That’s a good problem for all preachers to have. That’s why I could never be a politician.’
From the article: “It was from one of Barack’s closest friends.”
I’m putting down $20 on Valerie Jarret. We can gamble in this thread, right?
According to the article it was a guy. I’m guessing Reggie Love.
That was my second guess.
Happy Mother’s Day!
I just got back from celebrating Mother’s Day with my kids (all of them !), my dtr in law, my 20 month old granddaughter, the other grandmother and other assorted family members. It was wonderful. It is the first year in more than a decade that we (my kids and I) were all together.
It was also my first Mother’s Day without my own mother; making it a bittersweet gathering.
My mother was awesome. I was lucky to have been her daughter and my children were lucky to have a granny that wicked good. We toasted her at the get together today.
I feel bad for all those writers who are seemingly so short sighted. I hope they are able to reconcile before their mothers pass away.
Gotta get this up on my FB page. My former students will have a field day with it.
I love “and sperm, I guess….they don’t have the ambition…”
Dammit. It’s already 11:30 here. My mom is really going to have to work fast on those free drinks.
From the wife:
Attention Moms, Mamas, Mommys, GGs, JJs, Mimis, Grandmas, Great Grands, Den Mothers, Step-Mothers, Mother Hens, Adopted Moms, Soccer moms, House Mothers, Expectant Mothers, Working Mothers, and Stay at Home Mothers (who are also wokring mothers, of course !)and all other female persons standing in loco parentis to other persons, minor or adult.
Step away from the laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, paying bills, feeding pets, cleaning, changing diapers, taking out trash, etc. Take a breath. Feel how blessed you are for your little ones. Thank You, Lord. Amen.
While I’m waiting for the kids and the grandkids to show up for our annual Mother’s Day trip to Kimball’s for an unhealthy lunch, Ellie and I are celebrating her birthday. She’s two today and she’s loving her new bandana and the big bone she has. Unfortunately, she won’t be able to join us on our excursion, but I’ll make it up to her tomorrow with a walk at the aboretum. She got more birthday cards than I do.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms at the Crawdad Hole!
For those who miss their Mama…
Happy Mother’s Day to all at the Crawdad Hole. This Grammy is making a big pitcher of Mama Mimosas to drink in the hot tub.
Today the Mimosa takes the place of the usual Betty Ford breakfast (don’t I wish… but with grandkids to drive to school I can’t indulge). The forms at my Docs all ask if you drink alcohol and how much. I check yes and respond “not enough” for quantity.
Mama Mimosa recipe
2 parts chilled OJ
3 parts chilled Champagne
1 part Grand Marnier
Ice cubes made with crushed raspberries and water
additional Crushed ice (optional)
Oh, now those sound fabulous!
Happy Mother’s Day Moms. Hope you all had a wonderful day (my friggin’ back still hurts, but I had a great day anyway)
I left my comments. Others might think about following suit. We’re only going to win this thing if we ratchet up the noise machine on ideology like this.
Okay, I’m back. Mom liked the cigars. I threw in a 6-pack of that fancy beer she likes too. I grilled some hot dogs and she drank the beer while we watched the Giants game, then after the game she staggered off to bingo.
You’re a good son. Lots of moms would really, really just like to have grilled hot dogs and a beer, but instead they wind up having to please their children by going to overcrowded restaurants and art galleries.
LOL,I watched a whole parade of mothers being drug out today and I swear, at least half of them were wishing they could just have a beer and watch some baseball.
My mom doesn’t drug out on Sundays. It’s some kind of religious thing.
And a good game it was too. Great new avatar.
Good son! Hubby did some beer butt chicken and corn on the cob on the grill, and now we are laid out on the sofa watching the Eureka marathon on SyFy.
I am so bummed we couldn’t watch the Eureka marathon because we are still in early Season 3 on Netflix.
Had a great Mother’s day. Youngest “locked” me in the room this morning until she & her sis had breakfast ready for me. Of course the door locks from the inside, so basically she locked herself out, but apparently it is the symbolism that counts. LOL.
Donald “Duck” Dunn from Booker T and the MG’s is dead.