Barack Obama's Letters Written To A Girlfriend In The 1980s Part Of Emory University Collection
Few of us would want the love letters we wrote to our sweethearts at age 21 released to the public. But when you've been president everything in the past is ripe for perusal by historians, researchers and journalists.
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The letters were written between September 1982 and April 1984, after Obama had transferred from Occidental College in Los Angeles
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The first
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In September 1982, he writes of a college
official coach outlet online friend who will soon marry and a high school friend who manages a supermarket.
"I must admit large dollops of envy for both groups, my American friends consuming their life in the comfortable mainstream, the foreign friends in the international business world," Obama wrote McNear. "Caught without a class, a structure, or a tradition to support me, in a sense the choice to take a different path is made for me.
"The only way to assuage my feelings of isolation
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He ends the letter, which was written on yellow lined note paper, "I trust
Coach Factory Outlet Store you know that I miss you, that my concern for you is as wide as the air, my confidence in you as deep as the sea, my love rich and plentiful, Love, Barack."
In a November 1982 letter, Obama writes of the enjoyment he takes in his relationship with McNear,
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"We will talk long and deep, Alex, and see what we can make of this."
In June 1983, Obama writes McNear during a trip he took back to Indonesia, where he lived as a child and where
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"I can't speak the language well anymore. overriding my blackness. I see old dim roads, rickety homes winding back towards the fields, old routes of mine, routes I no longer have access to."
He also expresses to McNear some uncertainty about the future of their relationship. "I think of you often, though I stay confused about my feelings," Obama
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Later that year, Obama and McNear are no longer lovers, but remain friends. He writes her of his struggles finding a job in New York, and of his tight finances. "Salaries in
coach outlet sale the community organizations are too low to survive on right now, so I hope to work in some more conventional capacity for a year, allowing me to store up enough nuts to pursue those interests next," he says. For this reason, I can't stay very much longer than a year. Thankfully, I don't yet feel like the job
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click here damage to my values, although it has stalled their growth.".
