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FOR THE ORIGINAL NOTE, IF NOT PLEASE READ AND PASS ON. OBAMA 08 I would like to thank each and everyone of you for coming out today to READ & COMMENT on my New Note!!! I appreciate the love and the support!!! Any negativity you need to keep it to yourselves. I dont write Stories!!! I write Life!!! I hope you enjoy!!! Now I Present to you: Strange Fruit The falling leaves drift by the window. Today was one of the happiest days of my life. I had received straight A's on my report card, and my mother and father had brought me here to Woolworth's to get a Chocolate Malt. I never felt so much excitement as I walked between my parents, holding on to both of their hands. My mother was eight months pregnant, but I was glad that she came out of the house to celebrate with us. There were so many things at Woolworth's, but all I wanted was a Chocolate Malt. That's when I heard this hypnotizing melody, from which I heard all summer. I looked out of the window, and that's when I saw the Ice Cream Truck across the street from Woolworth. I then immediately looked up and said, "Poppa, can I please have some Ice Cream instead"? He gave me a huge smile, and I let go of their hands and darted across the street. When I got to the Ice Cream Truck, the White man inside looked at me with a peculiar grin, and then asked me if he could help me. My father was right behind me now, and told me to tell the man what I wanted. So I asked the man for a Vanilla ice cream cone. The man couldn't hear me, so my father repeated what I had said. That's when a White man behind us looked at my father and said, "What did you say boy"? My father grabbed my hand, and told me we would get ice cream another time. The White man then said, "I'm talking to you Nigger"! My father then turned toward the White man and said in a timid voice, "I just asked for some Vanilla ice cream sir". That's when the White man motioned to his friends to come over to him. My father's hand was trembling. I had never seen my father so afraid before. When the White man's friends made it to where we were, the White man said, "This Nigger here, wants him some Vanilla". My father immediately said, "I don't want any trouble sir". But it was too late. One of the White men had punched my father in his stomach, and my father fell back onto a White woman. That's when things started moving in slow motion for me. The White men started beating my father, until he was almost unconscious. That's when I saw one of the White men motion to the Ice Cream Truck driver to back his truck up by the tree. Another White man went to grab some rope out of his pick-up truck. I didn't know what was going on, and all I could do was scream to tell them to stop. My mother heard me screaming, and ran over to me. When my mother made it to me, her face looked like some one threw a bucket of water on it. At that time all of the White people in the area began to crowd around. As my father lay on the ground half unconscious, they began making the rope into a noose. My mother pleaded for them to stop, but they just ignored her. The White men had lifted my father unto the top of the truck now, and my mother became hysterical. She then ran and jumped on the back of one of the White men. He then threw my mother to the ground, and began kicking her in the stomach. That's when I heard a woman's voice from the crowd say, "Hang the Nigger Bitch"!!! The men then picked my mother up from the ground and threw her on top of the truck too. And the crowd of over 100 white people began to cheer. A White man then came out of Woolworth with some more rope, and they too made this rope into a noose. As the White men climbed on the front hood to get on top of the Ice Cream Truck, I Prayed that someone would come to save us. But no one came. Once on top of the truck the White men then ripped my parent's shirts off of them, and tied each of my parent's hands and feet up. They then tied both ropes to a big tree branch over the Ice Cream Truck, and slipped both of my parent's heads into the nooses. Both of my parents were standing on top of the Ice Cream Truck just staring at me with a helpless gaze. I then ran over to try to stop the men, when one of the White men started punching me in my face. He punched me so many times, that I could barely see out of my eyes. I was now lying on the ground with my face covered in blood. I was losing blood at a rapid pace. All barely could move; and as I looked up at my parents I saw two White men spraying them with lighter fluid. That's when my father screamed, "Not in front of my son!!! Not like this"!!! I tried to stand up but a White man kicked me my face, and five of my teeth flew to the ground. The crowd started chanting, "Hang Those Niggers"!!! And just as I looked up, the Ice Cream Truck started to move. I could see the horror in my parent's faces now. The truck moved from under my mother first. And all I could do was lay there and scream, "Mommy!!! Mommy!!! Mommy!!!"!!! As my tears started blurring my vision, the Ice Cream Truck moved from beneath my father. And the crowd cheered as my parent's tried desperately to get loose. After moments of their bodies twitching, my father died first after about a minute, and my mother died next. Their eyes were bulging out of their heads, and their mouths were twisted up from their last attempts to breathe in air. That's when I heard a White woman say, "Kill the Nigger child"!!! But the White man replied back that they don't kill Children, because it is not what GOD would want. He then looked me in my eyes, and pulled out a pocket knife. He turned towards my lifeless parents, and walked over to where my mother's body was dangling from the rope. He then ripped the rest of her shirt off, stepped forward with the pocketknife and ripped open her abdomen in a crude Cesarean operation. And out tumbled to the ground my prematurely born brother, who let out two feeble cries. The White man then again looked me in my eyes, and then dragged me over to my barely living brother. He then grabbed my face so I can see what would happen next. He then turned towards my brother and placed his heel on my brother's head. And forced me to watch as he pressed down slowly; and grounded the life out of the tiny form. I thought They didn't kill children, but what the White man did seemed to please the crowd. He then threw me down next to my now murdered baby brother, and went back over to my parents. He then said, "Watch this everybody". Then he took out some matches and lit my litter fluid covered parents on fire. The crowed laughed and cheered, as the smoke from my parent's dangling bodies filled the air. As the police arrived, people started to depart and go back to what they were doing. I had passed out after about two minutes, because the scent of magnolia and burning flesh was too strong for my beaten body to handle. I had lost both of my parents and my brother that day. I was forced to live in an orphanage until I was eighteen. And since that day, I never ate Ice Cream ever again. I cried for three months straight after they were hung. And every time I see leaves falling, I begin to cry. I hate the time where summer meets autumn. But today I cry because of everything I went through, and everything our people went through to get here. I never thought that I would live to see this day. But I have made it to this point, to see the first Black man nominated to be President of the United States. That is why it is important for you to vote my son. Promise me you will vote. "I Promise I will vote Grandpa". PSA: Racism is still alive!!! Race does matter!!! Make sure you get out and vote on Tuesday November 4, 2008!!!! I'm Blu Hefner, and I approve this message!!! Proper. Obama/Biden 08