En mi opinión la de Obama solo fue medio infeliz. La de Hitler no sé (¿puede alguien darnos datos (valga la redundancia)?), la de Mahoma fue tremendamente desgraciada: un huérfano rechazado por sus tíos en una sociedad tribal.
Lo cuentan en neo-neocon, donde llegué por un enlace de The Anchoress
A young boy abandoned multiple times, deliberately or unintentionally, by family. Clues of possible childhood abuse. A similar childhood:
“After Muhammad’s mother died, Abu Lahab” ( his uncle) “rejected the vulnerable boy a second time. The six-year-old Muhammad was forced into the arms of a slave. Can you imagine the pain, the envy, the rage? His father’s brother was heir to the religious scam of the hajj, the Ramadhan fair, and the tax. He was custodian of the Ka’aba, Allah’s House. Muhammad had nothing. He cried out to his uncle, begged his uncle to protect him, shelter him, feed him. But no.
“Two more miserable years passed before Muhammad’s grandfather, Abdul Muttalib, finally acknowledged the destitute child. But even then, this was disturbing, for Ishaq said that Abdul Muttalib “would make him sit beside him on his bed and would stroke him with his hand. He was extremely fond of him and used to constantly pet him.”
“Grandpa died a couple of years later, and prophet-to-be was handed off to Abu Talib, another uncle. Like Abu Lahab, he was his father’s brother. Muhammad was not yet ten years old, and by either death or choice he had been rejected or abandoned by his mother twice, his father, a Bedouin woman, a slave, uncle Abu Lahab twice, and then by grandpa Muttalib. Just the suspicion that uncle Talib would reject him brought the forty-five-year-old man to tears. Muhammad had a horrible life and a tormented childhood. It’s not hard to see why he was so insecure, why he was filled with rage, why his Qur’an reflected his animosity, and why uncle Abu Lahab became the focus of his pain – the one man singled out by name for condemnation. While the con was promoted by Khadija, much of the motivation for Islam can be laid at uncle Lahab’s feet.”
Craig Winn: “Prophet of Doom”
Sobre Obama cuentan esto: Obama and the disturbing influence of Frank Marshall Davis
Much has been written about the fact that Frank Marshall Davis was a mentor to the young Barack Obama. But Davis was an unusual role model for a boy; not only was he a sometime pedophile, according to a book he wrote under a pseudonym, but he was also a Communist. Some have even speculated that Davis was Obama’s biological father, a fantasy for which I can find no evidence whatsoever and have dismissed as unlikely in the extreme.
I have also dismissed it as irrelevant. Because the truth is that Davis was already influential enough in Obama’s life without needing to be an actual blood relative. Living in Hawaii, he was a good friend of Obama’s grandfather Stanley Armour Dunham, the man who actually was a father figure to Obama, because he and his wife raised the young boy. Not only that, but Davis-who was a black man-was designated by his buddy, Obama’s grandfather (referred to as “gramps” in Obama’s memoir), as a guide for the very young Barack to instruct him on how to be an African-American man.
What a strange choice Davis was! Even forgetting the Communism and the possible pedophilia; Obama presents Davis as a seedy and dissipated figure [excerpt is from Dreams From My Father]:
…by the time I met Frank [Obama was around nine years old] he must have been pushing eighty, with a big dewlapped face and an ill-kempt gray Afro that made him look like an old, shaggy-maned lion. He would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with gramps out of an emptied jelly jar. As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks. Eventually, the conservation would turn to laments about women.
“They’ll drive you to drink, boy,” Frank would tell me soberly. “And if you let ‘em, they’ll drive you into your grave.”
I was intrigued by the old Frank, with his books and whiskey breath and the hint of hard-earned knowledge behind the hooded eyes. The visits to his house always left me feeling vaguely uncomfortable, though, as if I were witnessing some complicated, unspoken transaction between the two men, a transaction I couldn’t fully understand….
No wonder Obama felt uncomfortable; in family therapy lingo, we’d say that both of the old men in Obama’s life-the two father-figures for the fatherless boy, “gramps” and Davis-had what’s known as a “boundary problem.” In other words, their behavior was inappropriate for a young boy to be witnessing. It’s not for nothing that Obama says he felt “vaguely uncomfortable” around them; most children would have felt that way.
Although Obama writes about Davis in his memoir, he only refers to him by the name “Frank.” This is interesting; whom was he protecting by not giving the man’s full name? After all, Davis was already deceased when the memoir was written in the 90s (it was published in 1995), and Obama’s grandfather had died in 1992.
En fin, nadie tien la culpa de tener una infancia desgraciada, pero que no nos venga después vendiendo los “Sueños de su padre”.