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Photographer pens open letter to POTUS; takes striking pics of her son.

11:23 pm - 11/13/2012
An Open Letter To President Obama



Dear President Obama,

I have sat down to write this letter dozens of times and always end up a bit tongue-tied. Please bear with me as I attempt to explain myself. Nine years ago I watched the image on a sonogram and heard the words from my doctor: "It's a boy." In that moment, my first emotion was fear. How was I going to raise a man? It seemed daunting, but perhaps nervousness is not uncommon for mothers of sons to experience. I also felt extremely aware that as a Caucasian woman having a son with a man of African American descent, my son would undoubtedly face issues in his life I would never fully understand...deep breaths...



Truth be told, I was unprepared for the powerful love I felt when I held him for the first time. He was perfection, the way all newborns are. He was mine and any hesitation or fear about mothering this little tiny man was replaced with adoration and love. I am blessed to have a loving husband by my side who is also a wonderful father. Our son (and two other daughters) have been lucky to grow up loving two parents of different ethnic backgrounds. And yet there has always been the element of the unknown. Neither my husband nor myself would ever be able to entirely comprehend what it felt like to grow up bi-racial child in a world that is not always embracing of things and people that are different. I was faced with trying to figure out how to prepare my son for issues that he may face in his life due to his ethnicity that I had no firsthand experience with.



The election in 2008 had a profound effect on our family. As you pursued your dreams and became the nominee for president, there was a shift in the air. I was overwhelmed with the implications your success had for my children's lives, particularly for my son. We watched the debates leading up to the election as a family. I lined up three small chairs and made the kids popcorn (admittedly, a bit of a bribe for them to sit and watch something they did not really understand). I explained that although they may not understand what they were watching, it would have an important impact on their lives, regardless of the outcome of the election.



We were watching history unfold, a story that had a direct impact on our children. I felt this was especially true for my son because he could see himself in your face.

He was 5-years-old at the time you were elected president. And although I realize you were in the midst of pursing your dreams, you inadvertently simultaneously changed my son's life. Quite frankly, I believe you changed the lives of sons across the world. This, Mr. President, is no small thing. My son could see himself in you, the leader of our country, something no child of color had been able to do in America prior to your presidency. He was at an age when he had just become aware that my skin did not look like his. You gave my son in this moment something I could not.



My son is vibrant and funny, an incredible athlete, a well-balanced mix of tenderness and independence. I've loved him and raised him to the best of my ability. You gave him something that I could not, the possibility that he could actually be anything he wanted. This is a concept that far surpasses any political orientation; it is not a Republican or Democratic concern, it is purely an acknowledgement of what all mothers want for their sons -- an opportunity to pursue their dreams, to be anything they want to be. Mothers of mixed-race children are often confronted with the limitations that subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle prejudices can bring.



As a photographer, I felt compelled to share visually in some way, the impact you and your political success had on my son's life. I think perhaps this image says it, far better than my words could ever convey. I do not know where his dreams will take him, but I do know that the path you carved in your life will benefit him as he grows as a man, in ways he will probably never fully understand. I realize the possibility of my son and/or myself meeting you personally is quite unlikely. So I wanted to take this opportunity to share my gratitude.



Thank you on behalf of all mothers of mixed-race children for making the words "You can do anything you want in life" feel like the truth. You have changed the lives of children across the globe and that, Mr. President, is a wonderful gift. And more personally thank you on behalf of my son...thank you.

Sincerely,
Elizabeth Messina

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You might have seen one photo of the kid floating around on Tumblr with the caption "Representation matters." accompanying it. Nice to finally discover so MANY more pics, but also the back-story.
poetic_pixie_13 14th-Nov-2012 06:52 am (UTC)
How has Obama been tepid on black issues? Given the fucked up ways race works in America he actually has less freedom to talk about those issues than his white counterparts. Hell, he has to be careful of every single issue he talks about because too much passion or frustration turns him in an Angry Black Man. It's fucked up and obviously not right, but as President he has to navigate that climate if the wants to get shit done. The vast majority of folks of colour I've heard talking about this, especially black folks, understand his position and sympathize with it. We have to do that balancing act everyday just avoid the usual bullshit, I can't imagine what he has to think about.

Obama's Presidency, his campaigns, his career, his life, all of that is an example of truth about racism. Like, shit. I still can't listen to his acceptance speech on election night 08 without crying. And I'm a Sri Lankan Tamil woman from Canada. My history and struggles are very removed from Obama and what he represents. But goddamn if I don't feel lighter when I think about him and his family in that White House showing all those salty, pressed white asshats what we've known all along. That poc are strong and intelligent and loving and beautiful and capable of all those human things that we are still denied.

My little brother was six when Obama was elected. My little brown Canadian brother has pretty much grown up seeing a black man as President of the most powerful country in the world. He adores Obama. Whatever Obama does or doesn't do my brother will have his formative years influenced by that.

When I realized on election night that the first black President was going to be a two term President... I can't even describe the feeling. Knowing what so many have gone thought to get to that moment, how many decades and centuries of brave, brilliant, fantastic people who faced harassment and abuse and violence and death paved the way for that moment, just as they had four years ago, it was wonderful.

Edited at 2012-11-14 06:59 am (UTC)
fishphile 14th-Nov-2012 05:15 pm (UTC)
*whispers* When I'm feeling really down sometimes I go watch election night coverage of 2008 on youtube and just let my feels wash over me.

And I'm pretty critical of Obama, but sometimes I just need that "oh my gawd, this actually happened" moment.
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