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"This black-and-white photo released by Obama for America shows President Barack Obama and his bride Michelle Robinson on their wedding day Oct. 18, 1992, in Chicago."
"This black-and-white photo released by Obama for America shows President Barack Obama and his bride Michelle Robinson on their wedding day Oct. 18, 1992, in Chicago."
Because the picture came from Corbis with the incorrect Corbis tagline.
On October 18, 1992, Obama married Michelle Robinson.
How about going back and reading the earlier posts in this thread?
Everything that's being brought up now has already been discussed, including your above post!
I've already posted a YouTube video of Obama himself reading the Epilogue of his book, and there is NO MENTION of the wedding date whatsoever in his Epilogue.
That Oct 18 date was added by the person who created a Community College discussion website about Obama's book. It did not come directly from the book itself.
How many more times do we need to respond to the EXACT SAME questions?
I honestly cannot believe there are over 20 pages on this ridiculous topic. Talk about grasping at straws. Maybe we can locate some wedding favors . . say, a napkin dated 10/18.
I thought this thread would have ended immediately after I posted several links showing previous years wedding anniversaries being celebrated on Oct 3rd?
That was approximately in post #75.
Some people refuse to give up, even when facts are staring at them right in the face!
I hope I'm not breaking any rules, this is a snip of the mention of the marriage in the Epilogue of his book. No date is mentioned at all.
Quote:
Despite these heartaches, Michelle and I decided to go ahead with our wedding plans. Reverend Jeremiah A. Wright,Jr., performed the service in the sanctuary of Trinity United Church of Christ, on Ninety-fifth and Parnell. Everyone looked very fine at the reception, my new aunts admiring the cake, my new uncles admiring themselves in their rented tuxedos. Johnnie was there, sharing a laugh with Jeff and Scott, my old friends from Hawaii and Hasan, my roommate from college. So were Angela, Shirley, and Mona, who told my mother what a fine job she’d done raising me. (“You don’t know the half of it,” my mother replied with a laugh.) I watched Maya politely fending off the advances of some brothers who thought they were slick but who were, in fact, much too old for her and should have known better, I started to grumble, Michelle told me to relax, my little sister could handle herself. She was right, of course; I looked at my baby sister and saw a full-grown woman, beautiful and wise and looking like a Latin countess with her olive skin and long black hair and black bridesmaid’s gown. Auma was standing beside her, looking just as lovely,although her eyes were a little puffy-to my surprise she was the only one who cried during the ceremony. When the band started to play, the two of them sought out the protection of Michelle’s five- and six-year-old cousins, who impressively served as our official ring-bearers. Watching the boys somberly lead my sisters out onto the dance floor, I thought they looked like young African princes in their little kente-cloth caps and matching cumberbunds and wilted bow ties.
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