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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Letters that point to Obama's Real Father





In the gangling hours Thin, adolescent hours Before night runs softly Away into the west Anne rises wearily From her tired bed And sleeps Sitting in a chair.

“If ‘Flo’ was based on Margaret Burroughs,” Gilbert argues, “then I consider it very possible the character of ‘Anne’ is based on Ann Dunham.”

The 1982 letter confirms his propensity for underage sexual relationships. Then 76 years old, Davis provides details to Burroughs of a sexual relationship he was then having with an underage girl in Hawaii.

In the penultimate paragraph of the letter, Davis bragged to Burroughs about his affair:

“Currently my No. 1 woman here is a gorgeous and sexy girl with a face like Brooke Shields who became 17 two weeks ago today. But girls here develop early and rapidly. I have had my eye on her since I first saw her at 13. I knew she would be a mind blower. I didn’t see her again until March of this year and then things began. We had a real wild time for 6 ½ months despite her youth. It has now calmed down but we still maintain a ‘working’ relationship. This girl is Hawaii, Chinese, Portuguese, Spanish, Swedish and Irish.”

Ann Dunham, born Nov. 29, 1942, was 18 years old when Barack Obama was born on Aug. 4, 1961.

Davis remained close to Burroughs

The 1982 letter Davis penned to Burroughs documents that Davis remained on close, friendly terms with her, decades after he moved from Chicago and their sexual relationship had ended.

In the 1982 letter, Davis acknowledges that Burroughs had asked him to send her some new poems, writing as follows:

“At last we have something again on which we can cooperate. Of course I’ll send 10 poems with the essential information by your deadline of Dec 30th. However experience has taught me to expect little in the area of royalties so I won’t expect much. But I do hope we will all be surprised.”

In his autobiography “Livin’ the Blues: Memoirs of a Black Journalist and Poet,” Davis discussed on Page 341 his continuing relationship with Burroughs.

Writing about a project to republish a collection of his poems for use in black studies programs at the college level, Davis recounted the following:

“The groundwork was laid in March of 1972 when an old friend, Dr. Margaret Goss Burroughs, curator of the DuSable Museum of African American History in Chicago and herself a talented writer and artist, visited Honolulu with her husband, Charles, and sister, Marion. I had known Margaret since 1940 when I was director of public relations for the first National Negro Exposition at the Chicago Coliseum. She asked if I would consider appearing in Chicago to read my poetry. This thought had never crossed my mind.”

Gilbert pointed out that even when his relationships with women began with a sexual relationship, Davis tended to keep friendships with these women and their families for decades after the sexual relationship ended.

In his documentary, Gilbert shows that Ann Dunham gave her father, the “Gramps” of Obama’s autobiography “Dreams From My Father,” instructions to make sure young Barry would be taken regularly to visit Davis. “Obama chronicles his childhood interaction with Davis in his autobiography by mentioning ‘Frank’ 25 times, the only person Obama refers to by using his real first name instead of a completely fabricated pseudonym” Gilbert stressed.

“In addition, the neighbors of Frank Marshall Davis have said Obama began visiting Davis every week regularly at his home on Kalihi Street from the time Obama was 10 years old. Why?” Gilbert asks. Gilbert, noting Dunham “engaged in nefarious activities with Davis, who was likely involved in pornography and prostitution,” asked “why would she bring 10 year-old Barry back from Indonesia and tell her father something to the effect of, ‘I’m going back to Indonesia, but please take young Barry to Frank’s house a few times a week.’”

“The only scenario where Obama’s regular visits as a child to Frank’s house makes sense is if Davis was the real biological father,” Gilbert asserts.


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