Views below of an Obama supporter - Roger Cohen in the NYT. Do you think a 
leader like Obama  needs to step in now to enhance the US image? Does Obama 
have a team of like thinkers?
  Dilip Deka
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      By ROGER COHEN


  Published: April 14, 2008
    JAKARTA, Indonesia
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  When Barack Obama’s Indonesian classmates are asked to recall the boy they 
all called “Barry” (pronounced “Berry”), their description is unanimous: 
“chubby.”
  He was the tall, chubby kid in Bermudas who joined their 4th grade class at 
the Besuki elementary school in 1970, the boy with the white mother and 
Indonesian stepfather who brought his own sandwiches to school (odd to a 
noodle-eating crowd) and, strangest of all, wrote with his left hand.
  “It was so weird that he was left-handed,” recalled Ati Kisjanto, now a 
marketing consultant. “That was considered impolite here, and you were forced 
to write with your right hand.”
  A dozen of Obama’s classmates were gathered at the house of Sandra Sambuaga, 
exchanging stories over Indonesian delicacies. For two years after Obama was 
elected to the Senate in 2004, they were unsure this was the boy registered at 
their school as Barry Soetoro (the family name of his stepfather).
  “We just couldn’t believe this skinny U.S. senator with another name was our 
chubby, hyperactive Berry!” said Dewi Asmara Oetojo, a politician. “We were 
only convinced when we saw a photo of him as a boy.”
  The atmosphere at the gathering was raucous. The school was in the upscale 
Menteng neighborhood; everyone has done all right. A small crucifix hangs from 
Sambuaga’s wall: she’s a Christian. Most of the other classmates are Muslims in 
this country that is home to the world’s largest Muslim population.
  Only Citra Dewi wore a headscarf. “I used to sit next to him and I’d say 
‘Berry, move away, you’re sweating!’ ” she told me. “In Indonesia we say active 
boys ‘smell of the sun.’ ” Everyone laughed at that.
  I listened and tried to imagine the 9-year-old Obama too embarrassed to sing, 
swapping his sandwich for sticky rice, enduring the fascination with his hair 
(“it kept curling back, like our noodles,” said Sambuaga).
  No wonder Obama is adept at exploring the spaces in between, the areas that 
are neither black nor white, neither “with us” nor “against us,” neither red 
state nor blue state: he has spent his life building bridges to assemble a 
coherent identity. Only by uniting disparate threads could he become whole 
under the name of Barack Obama in a world experienced as defined by divergent 
truths.
  One such many-shaded truth was religion. His stepfather, according to Obama’s 
memoir, “followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the remnants of 
more ancient animist and Hindu faiths.” That tracks with the pliant, tropical 
Islam of Indonesia where a “you shall have your religion, and I shall have 
mine” tolerance dwarfs pockets of radicalism.
  The United States has an Islam problem. Say the name of the religion of 
almost 20 percent of the world’s population and images of bearded, Wahhabi 
extremists surge. They reflect a reductive unease born of 9/11 and ignorance. A 
central challenge of the next president will be reinventing America’s relations 
with the Islamic world, and stimulating open dialogue between Muslims.
  Obama has lived with Islam, from his boyhood Indonesia to a later encounter 
with the similarly malleable Islamic faith of Kenyan relatives. He can situate 
Saudi Wahhabism as one current among many. With Islam as with most things, it’s 
better to deal with a multi-faced reality than simplified demons.
  I’m troubled by Hillary Clinton’s recent innuendo-dripping remark that her 
Christian faith “is the faith of my parents and my grandparents.” As opposed, 
of course, to Obama, who came to Christianity from a mother whose “secular 
humanism” held that “rational, thoughtful people could shape their own 
destiny,” and a Kenyan father born into a Muslim family, and a Muslim 
stepfather.
  We live in the Age of Interaction. Fluidity and connectedness define the 
world, forging hybrid identities not fixed in formaldehyde. Clinton, on an 
Obama-is-aloof kick, now says she’s a pro-gun churchgoer. That may play in west 
Pennsylvania but won’t bridge the national and international chasms Bush 
bequeaths.
  “I used to support Hillary, but now I look at her eyes and see someone always 
wired, always calculating, whereas in Berry I see some wisdom,” said Kisjanto.
  I went to the school, where there’s a huge photograph of pilgrims at Mecca in 
the entrance; I imagined Fox News filming it one day to pronounce the place a 
Madrasa. It’s nothing of the sort. It’s a state school whose students are 85 
percent Muslim, a little below the national average.
  There’s a mosque and a small Christian prayer room with a sign saying: “I 
understand we are all different and include everyone.” Kuwadiyanto, the 
principal, told me: “Christians and Muslim kids mix easily. Maybe more 
Americans should come here to see what’s really happening.”
  Obama already has. He’s shed his chubbiness but not Indonesia’s lesson, 
emblazoned on the national coat of arms, of “unity in diversity.” 
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