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  •  great diary. One interesting footnote (8+ / 0-)

    to it is that Abel Meeropol (aka Lewis Allan) and his wife, who lost their natural children Lewis and Allan, later adopted the orphaned children of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg.

    "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country"

    by Barth on Mon Mar 24, 2008 at 12:10:06 PM PDT

    •  Barth thank you for sharing this (6+ / 0-)

      I didn't know this. It speaks to what wonderful people they were.  There was much discussion, pain and anger in my home over the fate of the Rosenbergs.

      •  This little note is nothing compared to ... (6+ / 0-)

        your outstanding diary:  a tribute to obviously heroic, loving and wonderful grandparents and parents.  We share many things, of course.  I, too, had a Boby, for instance.

        Yes, I think that is the message Senator Obama has tried to convey:  that the things that connect us, are far deeper than those which divide us.  None of what make up your family could happen anywhere else, both the good and the bad, but the bad is so obviously bad, it is hard to understand why we just don't leave that all behind.

        What Pastor Wright said was wrong, but, in some ways, understandable, but it has little to do with Senator Obama.  All of us have said things that are wrong:  the best of us acknowledge that and move on with better insight.

        Your story is the story of this country:  the good and the bad (and, yes, the ugly).  As I read it, and read it again, in admiration as much as anything else, these words (or the fragment I can remember by heart) just kept sloshing through what passes for my brain:

        Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
        With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

        Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
        A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
        Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
        Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
        Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
        The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

        "Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
        With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
        Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
        The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

        Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
        I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

        "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country"

        by Barth on Mon Mar 24, 2008 at 02:17:05 PM PDT

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