A biography of Barack Obama unlike any other.Original research and photography, combined with fact-based short stories and screenplays add depth and insight to Barack Obama's life journey.Also includes information on the Civil Rights Movement.

1. Obama Search Words extracts
blacksteps.tv /
Stephen Black
Obama Search Words was in an Unglue campaign which was derailed because of Hurricane Sandy.
This video was created for that campaign: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo-4cmUQubA
Obama Search Words combines original research in Jakarta,
Chicago, New York and Japan with fact-based fiction and
screenplays. The result is a book that is as unique as Barack
Obama.
excerpt from A World Champion in the Orchard
“Barry would jump and run around everywhere. He was very
active. I remember him pretending to be a boxer…”
The elderly gentleman seated next to me pronounces his
words precisely, yet warmly and with a slight Dutch accent. His
manners are dignified and friendly. His eyes sparkle. Later,
when it comes time for a photo, he quickly
puts his arm around his lovely wife.
He points to a rambutan tree in the back. “When Barry lived here it was all kampung and fruit trees,
what we call orangbatavia, the real Jakarta.” We were all good neighbors, helping each other. Good
neighbors are important.”
The man is Coenraad Satia Koesoema and his wife is Djumeati. She was a stewardess and is eleven
years his junior. On this pleasant Sunday morning they are generously sharing their memories of a boy
named Barry Soetoro. Barry is now the man the world knows as Barack Obama. They met Barry, his
mother Ann and her husband Lolo Soetoro in late 1967, the same year that John McCain was taken
prisoner in Hanoi.
‘Kampung’ means village and in Jakarta, the head of the kampung is called a rukun tetanagga, or an
RT.
Coenraad is the RT of Menteng Dalam, the village where Barack Obama lived with his mother and his
Indonesian stepfather from the end of 1967 until 1970. To be clear, this village was, and is, composed
of “normal” houses made of wood and concrete. They had electricity and running water and the streets
were paved. ‘Village’, in this case, means community.
“The job of an RT is to maintain good communication between neighbors.” Coenraad tells me. He has
been RT of the 37 houses in Menteng Dalam since 1962. He knows just about everything about the
village. Because they lived nearby, Coenraad and his wife became very good friends with Barry and his
mother.
“Mrs. Ann”, taught English classes in their living room. Coenraad says Lolo was from the city of
Yoyogykarta, an Indonesian city with a culture and history of its own. Lolo was not as open as his wife
and stepson and didn’t really know many people. Coenraad doesn’t remember seeing him at the
mosque: “He was busy. It was a hard time.”

2. “Lolo was like an American worker, but with Indonesian hobbies,” Coenraad says. “I know he took care
of his family, but he wasn’t like the other neighbors.” Djumeati was at the hospital when Lolo passed
away. Coenraad has kept in touch with Barry’s sister Maya through the years, keeping her posted on
neighborhood news.
The house where Barry lived is empty now, but I imagine it as it was then. In the backyard there are
baby crocodiles in a bathtub and snakes in cages. A bird of paradise from Papua New Guinea. Turtles
and a monkey named Tata. Inside the small house: souvenirs from Ann’s travels; batiks, paintings and
carvings. School books and anthropology texts. The call to prayers from the nearby mosque. There are
bird noises, phone calls andthe occasional sounds of vendors rolling by with their pushcarts and
distinctive cries.
Tek tek tek. A percussive solitary rhythm from outside the house. Tek tek tek. The couple watch my
face to see if I know the sound. I do. “Ah!” I say nonchalantly, “the mie baso (meat balls) vendor”.
Actually, I only know this because I had walked around the area previously and had seen the man
making the noise. “Mie baso” was painted on the glass window of his cart and the ingredients
for making the noodle-based dish were inside. I followed him as he rolled through the neighborhood,
tapping periodically and watching for customers. Tek Tek Tek.
…the rest of the story as well as photos, graphic novel illustrations and more are available at:
http://www.amazon.com/Obama-Search-Words-Stephen-Black-ebook/dp/B001U8981S
Excerpt from Coffee on I-75
Location: A truck stop on the I-75 freeway,between Detroit, Michigan and
Toledo, Ohio. The freeway, the parked semis carrying new cars and the surrounding soybean fields are
all covered with snow. An SUV idles in the parking lot, JIM on the driver’s side, MARY beside him.
They are a white married couple, retired. We can almost smell their hot coffee and warm
cinnamon rolls.
INTERIOR/SUV/DAYTIME MARY
Be careful with that. Don’t spill it. It’s hot. You need a napkin. You’ve got glaze all
over.
JIM ignores this, looks outside, behind her.
EXTERIOR/TRUCKSTOP/DAYTIME
From behind we see a man in a nice blue overcoat walking towards the SUV. His
footprints look decisive. He stops. We see he’s handsome and dark-skinned. We can see his breath.
He removes his gloves, taps something inside his coat and walks forward.
INTERIOR/SUV/DAYTIME
JIM
What the heck is that guy doing?
MARY

3. (pulling a newspaper over her purse.)
Lock the doors!
JIM
…too well off to be homeless. I’ll bet he’s a proselytizer.
EXTERIOR/TRUCKSTOP/DAYTIME
The man in the overcoat gets closer to the
car, smiles and raises his hand.
INTERIOR/SUV/DAYTIME
MARY
Jim back up and let’s go! He wants in!
JIM
Maybe he needs help. Could be car trouble.
MARY
Jim! He’s tryin’ to get in! He’s gonna…
(There is a knock on the window…)
EXTERIOR/TRUCKSTOP/DAYTIME
THE MAN IN THE OVERCOAT smiles and cautiously
speaks through the closed window.
Hello. My name is Barack Obama.
INTERIOR/SUV/DAYTIME
MARY
A black bomber! See! See!
THE MAN IN THE OVERCOAT reaches into his jacket.
MARY
He’s got a gun! He’s got a gun! Go, Jim go!
Reverse! GO! I’ll call the police!
THE MAN IN THE OVERCOAT reacts calmly,points to his picture on a flyer.
JIM
He’s just running for something Mary, Quiet down.
(Jim lowers the window, reaches across the very frightened Mary.)
JIM

4. Why hello! (He takes the pamphlet.)
Barack Obama? Now there’s a name you don’t hear everyday…
…the rest of the story as well as photos, graphic novel illustrations and more are available at:
http://www.amazon.com/Obama-Search-Words-Stephen-Black-ebook/dp/B001U8981S
The McDonalds on 600 E. 115th St.
Two or more times a week, Obama would hold or attend meetings with other organizers and activists at
this fast-food emporium, according to Kellman. No signs announce that fact. Instead, a small shrine
and several photos on the wall commemorate the Pullman community’s history and the work of civil
rights leader A. Philip Randolph.
-From the Chicago Tribune, June 25, 2008
excerpt from THE ALOHA OF GOD
Across the road, the music stops. The crowd’s cheering becomes quiet and a conversation begins to
boom over the crowd. In the leafy shade beneath the freeway, the two men eat and listen, one in a
wheelchair, one on a battered lawn chair, the dog between them.
“Abercrombie and Akaka. Not surprised. Makes perfect political sense. Old school, hippy stylee. Power
to the people.”
“Power to the people right on!” They smile and tap their beers together.
“Yeah. I knew Akaka’s brother. Met Martin Luther King because of his brother. Went to the mainland,
went to Selma, Alabama because of his brother.”
“Were you smoking crack when I was at the store?”
“Jerry, I’m serious, man. We’re talking history. The Freedom March from Selma to Montgomery. March
21, 1965. Fifty-four miles. Check it at the library. Selma was a big deal, man. Bloody Sunday. Martin
Luther King gets the Nobel Prize, meets the king and the President but Selma was bigger than all of
that.”
“ Yeah right, Mr. History Time Machine Know-It-All.
“I’m serious!”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I’m listening. Pass me the bread.”
“Alright. I told you my mom and dad raised orchids, right? Well my mom was always helping people
and doing community stuff. She got involved when they were planning a big civil rights thing with Martin
Luther King at UH. Reverend Akaka put that together. And whenever they needed somebody to do
grunt work my mom volunteered me. There were some cute girls helping out, so it wasn’t all bad!
“So you were a slave and you got …..”
“Real funny now, aren’tya, Mr. Bush Iraq Mental Discharge Boy…Anyway, we donated leis for Martin

5. Luther King and all the people from the mainland. We did ‘em in the kui style, the peaceful style. King
and Akaka started calling ‘em the Aloha of God. So that was the first time I met Martin Luther King,
first time I met a black man. I shook his hand the first day at theairport and ended up running errands
for him and everyone else.
So anyway, a few months later my dad picks me up at school and says we gotta make fifty leis.
Immediately. And he says I’m going to Selma, Alabama to deliver ‘em. And bringin’ a banner too.
“Why you? Couldn’t they just send’em or get some there?”
“Reverend Akaka pushed the whole thing. All he kept saying was “Martin’s people need the Aloha of
God, Martin’s people need the Aloha of God.” I guess he said that to someone at the airlines to get me
a ticket. And do you think it would’ve been easy to buy fifty leis in Alabama in 1965? Leis for a black
man leading a civil rights march?
So, my first plane ride was Los Angeles and then Dallas and then to Montgomery. Two days! Some nice
people picked me up and I stayed at their house. We left in the middle of the night and got to Selma at
dawn. I unpacked the leis and they were all in great shape. Single strand, beautiful white
vanda dendrobriums, yellow centers. Kui style. The whole place was full of blacks but there were some
white people there and everyone was dressed up. Man it was cold! They gave me a flannel shirt and a
coat. And then out of nowhere, Reverend Martin Luther King! He recognizes me! He’s got this real
deep voice, right? Sounds like he’s almost singin’ everything.
‘Duane! Welcome to the mainland, to the state of Alabama and the city of Selma. We are blessed that
you are here. Your presence is a gift, another blessed gift from Reverend Abraham Akaka and the
Hawaiian brothers and sisters who share our struggle!’
By now everyone’s watching us. And then he holds up a lei and says to everyone,” ‘Behold brothers
and sisters, here is a symbol of peace and justice… this is the Aloha of God.’
So there I am holding one, not sure if I should put it on him or not. But tradition says you offer a lei at
first meeting, and this was the first meeting and there was no one to ask, so I did it! Seventeen year old
kid from Honolulu putting a lei on Martin Luther King in the middle of Alabama! Then I put one on the
guy closest to me and he put one on someone else. Like that. We put ‘em all on real quick and then I
remembered the banner. I put it up and some people started crying.”
“What’d it say?”
“Hawaii knows integration works…”
The rest of the story as well as photos, graphic novel illustrations and more are available at:
http://www.amazon.com/Obama-Search-Words-Stephen-Black-ebook/dp/B001U8981S
January 5, 2014
OK, so far so good with my New Year resolution to put some energy into this blog. Check the dates on
the posts and you’ll see about one “nonfluffy” post a day has gone up since Jan 1. As for OSW, I really
am looking forward to explaining the reasons why I wrote this. But to phrase things properly will take
time that I don’t have at the moment. For now, let’s just say I am not a political person, I enjoy research,
Obama lived in Jakarta, he and I were in NYC at the same time in the early Eighties and the book ends
with his first Inauguration….
FWIW, OSW was probably the first Kindle project assembled in Singapore…that is another side of the
story…here it is on Amazon

6. The campaign to unglue this book was derailed because of Hurricane Sandy. This video was made.
Final bit of OSW trivia…a handbound, custom printed copy was sent to Anna Wintour, editor of
Vogue…no reply, not a mention that it was received. Was sent certified, so it arrived…