Dear President Obama,

I am forwarding a letter to you from my dear old auntie, who asked me to only spell the names of people because she didn’t want to insult anyone by misspelling their names.

My auntie and I share the indescribable joy and pride in America’s election of a man of color as president of the U.S.A. Congratulations to you and all the Americans who helped elect you!

“Black folks, white folks, everybody come. Join the colored Sunday School. Make yourself at home,” – a ditty my auntie used to sing to us kids.

Best wishes always in your new journey.

Sincerely, Latitia Washington, M.D.


Dear Presadent Obama,

Ise cullered an neerbout 92 an no ejucashun so my spellin aint rite but I has to tell you wuts in my hart. I luv you. I luv you fo wut you is. You is truely a American. Americans cum in all cullers tho thay culler dont allways sho wut culler thay mamas an papas an granmamas an granpapas an grate granmamas an grate granpapas is. Peeples cant hep what culler thay is. Peeple wit ligion no the Almitey make peeples in all cullers. Eeven so peeples allways deevidin thayselves by culler.

I cryed wen I hurd you wuz presadent eelect cawz I wuz so happy. I cryed wen you wuz swored in on Janyuary 20 the day affter America cellebrated the burthday of the late doctur Martin Luther King junior. Ise sorree doctur King and Bobby Kennedy and Frederick Douglass and Ida B. Wells an a hole lots of peeple is not heer to see a cullered American presadent.  Thay wood be so happey. 

America needs a good leeder an you is a good leeder. You is hooman and gonna do thangs people dont like but you do yo bes. I knows you luv America an want to do rite.

I pray fo you. You is like a son to me. 

Luv, May Sparrow