WHAT AM I DOING HERE? He often wondered, with the cold Chicago wind in his face slowing him down, pushing him back. But he didn't give up.
For somehow his journey had led him to Trinity Church, surrounded by the people from his neighborhood including many he had helped. And there, swept up in the waves of their singing with tears on his cheeks he knew why he was there. He knew who he was, and where he belonged."
And there he sat for 20 years listening to Rev. Wright bash America and white people. And the Obamessiah saw that it was good.
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