The Secret Obama’s Mother Couldn’t Tell Him

When Barack Obama was born, he wasn’t really there.  Not there in the sense that an observer would be said to have been there because like all infants, he would have no memory of the event nor the place where it took place.  Thus he learned of it second-hand, -only by being told by his mother or a grandparent on some particular occasion when it was brought up.
Or he may have over-heard that he was home-born in Hawaii when his mother was speaking to a clerk in the Indonesian Consulate in Hawaii while she was in the process of applying with her new Indonesian husband (Lolo Soetoro) for formal Indonesian adoption of her son.

Either way, he learned first-hand, -probably  from his mother’s own mouth, that he was born in Hawaii.  If she told him that personally and directly, then she was lying to him face to face.  But he does not know that to this day.
If she lied to him it was because she had to.  Any good and compassionate mother would have done the same because the truth was something that no child should ever hear or be told.  The truth was that he was very much unwanted, and she did everything that she could to unload him onto some willing adoptive couple who would forever take him off of her hands and out of her life.

What do the two things have connecting them?  That question is at the heart of the issue of where he was born and why he was born there.
If he was born in Hawaii, then he was not seriously unwanted, because if he was seriously unwanted, then she would have left Hawaii and returned to her “hometown” of Seattle to find what she could not find in Hawaii; namely a middle-aged, middle-class, childless Black couple looking to adopt a Black or Mulatto baby.
No such couple, she would have discovered, existed in Hawaii because its Black married population was almost entirely a limited number of couples who had moved from the mainland to Hawaii following the husband’s service in the Pacific during World War II.

There were very few of them and none of them were looking to adopt.  So what was Barry’s mother forced to do?  To go fish in a bigger pond, -the pond of Seattle.  Why would anyone suspect that she did that?  The reasons are well laid out in my exposition titled: “Why baby Obama Was Born in Vancouver”.  Now I’ve spilled the beans of where I’m headed by the mention of Vancouver, B.C.

Here’s how the need for the lie is tied in with where he must have been born.  If he was born in Hawaii as his mother told him, then he would certainly have been born in a hospital, or rushed to one immediately following birth enroute.
His mother would have been housed in the maternity ward with other new mothers, and mothers-to-be, but none who were there at that time have any recollection of an unmarried white  teenager who gave birth to a black child.  No one would have ever forgotten such a thing since it would have been maximumly scandalous in 1961.  And… a birth certificate would have resulted.
But the point is that were he born or cared for immediately post-partum in Kapiolani Hospital, then they would have created a Certificate of Live Birth for him, and he would have been registered with the Hawaiian Dept. of Health.

But did that actually happen?  He doesn’t believe it did because he was told only that he was born in Hawaii, -not that we was born in a Hawaiian hospital.  He assumes that for some reason he was born at home, and that fact wrecked his chance to obtain a birth certificate.
The fact that he had no birth certificate because he fell through the legal cracks in the system has been his understanding all of his life, and his mother fostered that misrepresentation because the truth was too ugly to tell.
The truth was that she was the most liberated free young female spirit on the island; -willing to cross lines that no normal, church raised, or morally raised young woman would have even conceived of.
Everything about her was unconventional, beginning with her first name: “Stanley”.  No other girl on Earth was named Stanley.  That says volumes about the maverick nature of her father and mother.

Who were they and what were they?  We only know what has been learned from research which uncovered two things; their membership in a “church” (the United Church of Christ if I remember correctly) which was known as “the little red church” with “red” referring to red as in Red Communist.  And secondly, the fact that they were associates of Frank Marshall Davis, a registered member of the Communist Party of America, and publisher of an occasional communist news periodical” (along with being the future mentor to Barry when he returned to live in Hawaii at age 10).
That’s not all he was.  He was also a nudie-girl soft-porn and S&M photographer who sold what he was able to produce to men’s magazines.  He was so close to the Dunham’s that they had no prohibition against their only daughter spending quality time with him under his political tutelage.  But his secret side-vocation was also something he “mentored” her in.

She, at 17, took to it like a duck to water, posing in whatever he enticed her to try on, including sooner or later, nothing at all.  Their connection went beyond a mere teacher – student relationship because she went beyond all inhibition and shyness.  If there was anything that she was not, shy was it.
The result was that she shed her virginity via a moment of passion that he later wrote about in his semi-autobiographical erotic novel in which he identified his young teenage white female partner as “Ann”.  Gee, pure coincidence.
Perhaps he had a fertile imagination that went to where they did not go together.  But were that true, then why did she do that very same thing just a month or two later with he new fellow Black student in a Russian (!) language class named Barack Obama (-that’s BAIR-ek  o-BAM-a according to his, his brother’s and family’s pronunciation of the two names).

They probably coupled between 11:PM and 1:AM the night of Halloween in 1960 following plenty of drinking, (-or it may have been a month later on her 18th birthday, Nov.29th, but that would have made the resulting child’s birth one month premature).

Either way, she was a very independent spirit looking forward to exciting things in her future and the last person who would be accepting of being saddled with a newborn putting the brakes on her life and lifestyle.
She wanted her freedom, not maternal serfdom.  She felt exactly the same as the hundreds of millions of women who have had abortions to spare themselves from the unwanted drudgery of parenting a newborn-and-up for twenty years.

But she had a problem, and it was that abortion was not yet readily and legally available since the women’s liberation movement had not yet happened.  So she was forced to have the baby and then divorce herself from it via legal adoption from birth.  Of course she was stuck with the big problem that nearly all adoptive couples were white, and none of them were looking to adopt a Negro baby.

There certainly were none in Hawaii, and after her parents’ funded her return to Seattle to seek a couple there, (and that proved to be a dry hole also) she was forced to seek a last-ditch rescue by turning to the big city across the border and just a two hour drive away.
That might have been her mother’s idea, since she was probably with Ann, -her only child, during the final couple weeks of pregnancy.  They could have made the trip to Vancouver, given birth, been rejected by a waiting adoptive couple when they saw what she had failed to inform them of, namely the non-white race of the baby, and so she was stuck with keeping it since there were no takers.

Now how do you tell your only child such a story about how “wanted” he was?  Well, you don’t.  No child needs nor wants to hear how his mother did everything in her power to avoid being stuck with him or her.  So she certainly never told him, especially since she was highly inclined toward sociological awareness, -becoming a PhD in anthropology, -which can be entirely focused on the study of human culture and human relationships.
She intuitively knew that if she told him the truth about where he was born, then he would wonder and ask what she was doing in Vancouver at the time, and where was Vancouver anyway?   One answer would lead to another, ending at having to reveal why he was born there.

That was something a mother cannot tell her vulnerable child. And so she never did.  And that is why Barry still thinks he was born in Hawaii.  His belief is bolstered by something tangible, and that is the written record and attestation of his mother under legal oath in writing when she wrote-out an affidavit in an office of the Dept of Health in Honolulu where she attempted to register her child as having been home-born.

That was the story that she told her son one day in order to explain why he had no birth certificate, and it would have worked with the Hawaiian Dept of Health since they could legally register out-of-state births to residents (not just “citizens” only) who could show that they had lived as Hawaiian residents for one year or been registered as residents of Hawaii for a year.

But Ann could not show proof of that because she had not lived in Hawaii for a year (having left in the Spring to return to Seattle to find an adoptive couple there) and her legal residence could only be attested to by an adult (which she was) but perhaps only one who had been registered for one full year, -which she could not have been since she turned 18 on November 29, 1960, making her an adult for only 8 months when her baby was born (assuming legal age in Hawaii in 1961 was 18).

So her hand-written affidavit under penalty of perjury (containing all of the vital facts of the child and parents, -minus the true birth location) was received and typed and stamped and filed just like all other such affidavits, but she could not return later with the residency proof required in order to qualify for the issuance of a certified copy of a produced birth certificate, -and her parents didn’t feel compelled to sign a perjurous affidavit on Barry’s behalf, and saw no real need for a birth certificate since it is assumed (erroneously) that everyone born on U.S. soil is a citizen anyway.

So little Barry’s nationality and proof of citizenship were left dangling in the wind, so to speak, as far as any hard-copy proof of identify and citizenship were concerned.
Although an INS officer who handled the Obama Sr. Visa extension case, wrote in his notes that Sr. had an American citizen wife and child, he did so under the assumption that what Sr. told him was accurate, and also that native-birth alone provides citizenship (which it does not).  But between what that agent of the government believed to be true, and what was actually real,  there was a wide gap.  A proof gap.

It appeared in stark terms when Ann attempted to have her son added to her new U.S. passport when preparing to leave Hawaii for Indonesia and life with her foreign husband there.  Following her marriage to Lolo Soetoro, they made a trip to the Indonesian Consulate to register her son for adoption by his new father.  They secured that adoption before Lolo was ordered by his government to return to Indonesia, which left his wife still in Honolulu with another half year of school to finish.

When she was finally preparing to leave, she sought a U.S. passport for herself and her son, but was told that without proof of maternity or custody, nothing could be issued for the child.  She could prove neither since she lacked any official documents. (formal U.S. custody was only acquired through her divorce from Obama Sr.)

So in order to have official traveling papers, she had to apply with the Indonesia Consulate for a passport for her adopted son, and she got it since he was Indonesian by adoption, and it became his sole official identification for at least the next two decades (other than his U.S. Green Card issued on the basis of it)

It would not have been difficult to tell the story of how her son fell threw the cracks of the system’s rules (while excluding the truth about a Canadian birth) since she would not have been the only women to give birth at home or someplace other than in a hospital setting with doctors and nurses.  She may have told the story of his home-birth more than once, but just having heard it once, her son believed it, for life.

What difference does that make?  It gives him self-confidence in his own birth narrative, and made it easy for him to convey his plight to others, -to others who could make a difference on his behalf.
Make a difference how?  By massaging the system, rounding the corners, fudging the facts a little, but “innocently” so.  That is exactly what he convinced Loretta Fuddy to do on his behalf.  She was elevated by governor Abercrombi (Obama’s biggest fan in Hawaii) to the position of Director of the Department of Health, (with supervisory authority over the department and its records) just three weeks after a new director had been appointed.
Why replace a new director?  That’s what he would have liked to know.  He heard from a reporter that he had resigned, and responded “that’s news to me.”

So what kind of power-play was transpiring behind the scene?  The removal of someone who was not an Obama sycophant and devotee and would not have been onboard for doing what Obama, the President of the United States in Spring of 2011, needed in order to silence Donald Trump and Jerome Corsi’s impending book titled: “Where’s the Birth Certificate”.
They were both gaining too much traction since the brief and unvetted short-form Certification of Live Birth was viewed as untrustworthy and even fraudulent.  A long-form version was needed, but since one did not exist, (as the sentimental governor discovered after announcing he would locate the original Hawaiian hospital birth certificate and show the doubters that Obama absolutely was born in Hawaii) one needed to be fabricated from what did exist.  And that was the old affidavit and its typed version.

They were in the paper archives and the microfilm records, -digitized and stored in the dept. data-base.  It’s text could be used to concoct an acceptable imitation of a real hospital birth certificate.  But that couldn’t happen without the accommodation of the the head of the dept who could supply access to those digital records.
Loretta Fuddy was just the person to be the director who would facilitate that access.  As it happens, she was a leader of the Subuh Indonesian religious cult, of which Obama’s mother had been a member, and which inspired her to name him with the a singular unique name as was traditional among many Indonesians; namely: Soebarkha (it combined Soetoro, Barack, and maybe “h” for Hussein).

No one can accuse her of committing an “evil” act since she had no reason to believe (like Obama himself) that he was not born in Hawaii but he had simply fallen through the technical cracks of the law.
So he was able to charm and convince his loyal and adoring Hawaiian single-women fan with no intimate friends or children of her own that she would be doing the country a big favor and earning his undying appreciation if she would help to put the controversy to rest so that he could “focus on more important things” than that “silliness” about the birth certificate.

She complied.  The data-base was open to someone who then used the needed files to fabricate the counterfeit using real text from the typed affidavit and the signature from the hand-written version, -along with the doctor’s signature and the registration number from another birth certificate (Virginia Sunahara, died August 5th).

A program like Photoshop made it all possible since the text is stored not as digital text but as microfilm imagery, i.e., photographed text-imagery on a blank background with the original paper background deleted.  The new background was the security paper pattern of green hash marks.

That new version is known as an abstract, since it is an abstraction of an original which contains the imagery of the paper it was typed and written on.
It may be that the only thing that could convince Obama that he was not born in Hawaii would be a real birth certificate from a hospital in Vancouver.  But one does not exist, although a record of the birth probably does.
A Certificate of Live Birth would not have been written up and signed for a few days after delivery, since in that era a new mother stayed in the maternity ward for five days or more, but that didn’t happen because mother Ann, probably along with her own mother, left Vancouver within days of birth, -perhaps on August 6th, and flew back to Hawaii, thus saving the cost of a longer hospital and hotel room stay, assuming he was not delivered by a midwife of the long-established social welfare & adoption agency of Vancouver.

But that may have been too soon because a Hawaiian hospital witness recalls seeing a black baby at that time, and a hospital doctor told of hearing that “a Stanley had a baby”.
Very likely Ann & child checked into Kapiolani hospital for a few days for needed monitored  recovery.
Does the place of Obama’s birth really matter?

Yes and no.  It does not matter constitutionally but does matter publicly because the public, and many in the government and media are under the life-long brain-washing that native-birth is what determines U.S. citizenship when in fact that is only true for the 3-4% of the population born of immigrants, i.e., foreigners.   The rest are born of Americans, and are citizens of America regardless of where they are born, -taking after and inheriting their parents’ nationality.  They are the natural born citizens of the nation, and they are exactly what the Constitution allows as its only exception to its universal ban on anyone serving as President.

No person, except a natural born citizen,… shall be eligible to the office of the President;”.
The first time that Barry read those words, he realized that his ambitions of power (“Prince Obama”, “King Obama” etc.) could not be fulfilled because whatever a natural born citizen is, it wasn’t something that included him.  He knew he was half alien, and did not even have proof of being a citizen of the United States, although he easily could pass himself off as being one, and probably assumed that he was, regardless of lack of proof of birth location and citizenship.

So his crime against the nation is double.  He had a counterfeit birth certificate produced under false pretenses, and then passed himself off as being constitutionally eligible to serve as President, knowing full well that he was not a natural born citizen of any nation on Earth since he was an unnatural hybrid of two different nations and peoples and countries.  Everything about him was aberrant, from his conception to his election, and lies were the wind beneath his mendacious wings.  He could not have risen without them, and he will crash to Earth as soon as they are all exposed.

When will that happen?  Not while he is in office.  But what happened to Clinton when he left office?  Nothing.  Corrupt pardons at the last hour facilitated by Eric Holder?  Eh, just look the other way.  Don’t raise a stink or make waves  in the cess pool by the Potomac.  Like Zombies, the entirety of the Washington elite establishment never turns on its own.  It only attacks those who dare expose its corruption and / or nonfeasance.  It’s powerful overlords won’t tolerate the legitimacy of their system being questioned.  And so no one ever questions it, or questions it in public anyway.

Will that change after the November 2014 elections?  Nope.  Too many people are too contented and distracted to make a big enough wave to cause the kinds of changes that could sweep out the garbage and let in some actual sunlight of responsibility and accountability.  Those two things cannot be tolerated by the privileged elite, because otherwise they would not be able to rob us blind with impunity and force their unjust and unjustifiable agendas on us.

by Adrien Nash  March 2014  obama–nation.com

The Secret Obama’s Mother Couldn’t Tell Him  pdf, 5 pages

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