I
was an intern for a local Chicago newspaperand a college student
working toward a journalism degree. This happened before Barack Obama
was president. It happened a short time before he became a state
senator in Illinois. He was not the big name he would become just a few
years later, but around Chicago he was a big enough name that I
recognized who he was when I saw him. His book had just been published
and he had received some recognition locally for it, and I had actually
seen him on campus a couple of times the year before. He was an “up and
comer”.
nyways,
I got the chance to attend this big dinner/party/celebration event
downtown that had everybody who was anybody in Chicago at the time. It
was an event that took place just before the big Democratic Party
convention. The mayor was to give a talk and I was told to do a write
up of the mayor’s comments and if possible, get a short interview. (I did not get theinterview) I would figure about three or four hundred people were there. Lots of money and power in the room.
As the night went on the drinking and noise levels both escalated. I
remember being a bit shocked to see these kind of people carrying on
like they were, but it was also exciting to be around it. I want to
emphasize though that I was not drinking. I was clear headed the entire
night. I saw what I saw. I know what I know.
I decided to look for a bathroom before
taking off myself and followed a sign that led me down a hall that had
all the lights already turned off. There were about four doors to the
left that were to conference rooms, with a sign on the right of the hall
pointing further down to the bathrooms. I was a little spooked
because it was so dark but managed to find the bathroom. When I came
back out I noticed one of the doors to a conference room was about
halfway open. I had remembered that no doors had been open before and I
got a little freaked out. I hesitated because I was afraid to walk by
the door. That was when I heard the voices. Or not so much voices but I
heard sounds being made by a person or
people. I also smelled something that was odd. Never smelled it
before or since that night. A heavy sweet smell that was filling up the hallway.
It was not marijuana or anything like that. I was in college. I was
plenty familiar with what marijuana smelled like. Something different.
And as I stood there not quite sure what to do the smell seemed to go
from sweet to kind of gross like rotting garbage. It was weird.Just
before I was going to leave, I ran into one of my professors and sat
down to have a talk. I remember being pretty excited that she actually
remembered me, and even more excited that she seemed to want to ask me
how I was doing and whatnot. I also remember she did seem a little
drunk. We ended up sitting and talking for almost an hour and by the
time she stood up to leave there were maybe just twenty or so people
still hanging around. Everyone else had left.
I
started to try and sneak past the open door so whoever was in there
couldn’t hear me but I sure could hear them and that was when I realized
the sounds coming out of that conference room were sexual. I heard a
male voice saying “Yeah,” again and again and then another sound from
another male voice. I realized then that there were at least two men in
that room having sex with themselves or someone else I could not hear.
I was almost past the door when I heard a loud sniffing noise, and more
of that weird smell coming from the room, and then one of the men
yelled out the F-word. And that’s when I tripped. I tried to fall as
quietly as I could but when my right hand hit
the floor it kind of twisted under me and it really hurt. I cried out
and then was trying to get up as fast as I could so I could keep heading
down the hall. I heard some scrambling from inside the dark conference
room and then one of the men told the other one to shut up and be
quiet.
And
then the door opened behind me and I turned around and saw a young tall
thin black man looking at me. I recognized the face but wasn’t sure of
the name right away, but was pretty sure he was someone important. I
told him I was just using the bathroom but knew I must have looked very
embarrassed. He just stared at me for what seemed like forever. There
was just enough light in that hall that I could see that his eyes were
not really “right”. I thought he
was probably drunk. Then his eyes seemed to suddenly clear up and
become a lot more focused and he looked down at me and he gave a big
smile. He asked me if I was ok. I looked down to his belt which was
undone and I could see that his dress shirt was not tucked into his
pants. When I looked back up at his face the smile was long gone. He
looked really angry at me now. He asked me again if I was ok but he
said it in a way that really spooked me. There was something in his
voice that scared me. Really bad. And it was at that exact moment I
finally recognized his face as the author and political candidate Barack
Obama. I was just about to turn and walk as fast as I could out of the
hallway when the door opened wider and another black man’s face poked
out. He said, “What the F is going on B?” The guy I now recognized as
Obama stepped all the way out of the hall and closed the door behind
him, leaving the other man inside the conference room. He asked me
again if I was all right. Now he was standing right over me. He smiled
again and I noticed one of his front teeth seemed
to have a chip in it, or it was a lot shorter than the other one. He
must have had work done because the picturesof him today don’t show
that. I don’t know why I noticed that so much or why it has stuck with
me but it has. And his breath smelled really bad. It made me want to
gag it was so bad. I told him I was fine and did a kind of half walk
half run down the hall and back into the main lobby. I looked back
right before I turned the corner and could make out Barack Obama still
standing in the darkness of the hallway looking back at me. It was very
very creepy.
I
didn’t really make much out of it. I mentioned it in a joking way to
some friends that I had interrupted some guys going at it in a
conference room but never mentioned the name Obama when I did. Then I
forgot about it pretty much until I was watching the news and saw that
Obama was running for U.S. Senator. I figured whatever he was doing in
his private life was his business though, and didn’t want to make any
trouble for him. I actually agreed with his politics and voted for
him. If he was gay or bisexual, I really could have cared less.
Whatever issues he had with that were between him and his family and
none of my business right?
That’s how I felt. So I forgot all about what I saw on that night
again. And I hardly thought of it when I heard Barack Obama was running
for president.
That’s
until I heard a news story coming from my television while I was making
dinner. A man had been murdered. Shot numerous times at his home. I
glanced up at the television and there was the now dead man’s face
being shown. He looked older. Heavier. His hair was longer. But it
was him. That was the same face that I had seen poke out from the
conference room with Barack Obama about ten years earlier. The news
report said he was a church choir conductor and school teacher. They
didn’t mention it was the same church as Barack Obama. I found that out
a short time later. Then I learned that another gay man from Obama’s
church had been murdered about a month before. That is when I started
to really freak out. I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say a word about
what I had seen. Then I started to feel like I was being watched. I
would see a car parked outside my apartment that wasn’t any of my
neighbors. One time I caught a man staring at me from across the street
as I was getting my mail. I worried I was losing my mind from way too
much paranoia.
I
have since moved away from Chicago. I have tried to forget all about
what I saw, but it won’t leave my head. I’m scared. So now I’m telling
you this. I have been reading your stuff and think that the way you
are doing it is giving you enough protection to get out your information
but also protecting you. So if you could do the same for me I would be
very grateful. I need to tell this story, but I don’t want to be known
for doing it. That scares me too much. So the same way you seem to
protect yourself and your sources I am hoping you can do for me. I have
to get this off my chest. Part of me says I should have said something
sooner but another part of me says that maybe I would not be around
today if I had done that. I know what I saw and I know what I heard. I
know who I saw. Maybe it was some kind of phase he was going through
at the time. Maybe he was experimenting with a different lifestyle.
Maybe the death of that man was just a coincidence. I don’t know the
answers to that. I just know what I know. I just know what I heard and
saw. On that night I heard Barack Obama in that conference room with
another man. I saw Barack Obama step out of that room with another
man. I smelled what I think was some kind of drug they were using. And
I know that the other man who was in that room with Barack Obama was
murdered about ten years later shortly after Barack Obama declared
he was running for President of the United States.
That is my story. I hope that you share it. If something happens to me now, you will know why.
UPDATE: September 6th, 2011:
Earlier today a comment was left on a recently-published news story titled Wall Steet Insider: When It Comes To The Economy – President Obama Is Bored. I
was unaware of this comment until it was forwarded to me via my
Ulsterman Facebook account by a longtime reader of the Insider series.
Here is that comment in its entirety:
“Ulsterman.
You don’t know me. There was a story that was sent to you a while back
about an encounter with Obama in Chicago from years ago. You then
published it. Letting you know the person who sent you that story is no
longer alive. She passed away unexpectedly. I don’t know if what she
said she saw was what she saw but I know that she believed every word of
it. She was not lying. And she feared for her life. I don’t know if her
death and what she believed she saw is related. I do know that she
recently had a sit down with somebody about the story. Now she is gone. I
promised her to let you know. That is what I am doing. You won’t hear
from me again.”
I have no way of knowing if this comment is
legitimate or not. The individual who originally sent me her story that
I then published in February, deleted their Facebook account shortly
after sending it to me. That was the only contact I had of them, and
the account itself offered no substantive information as to who they
were. The only thing I have to go on now is the same as I did then –
the details of the story itself and whether or not they corroborate with
the related facts.
It is true
there were two mysterious deaths of men who attended the same church
as Barack Obama at around the same time Obama was seeking the Democratic
Party nomination for president. It does appear that Barack Obama
received significant dental work prior to his becoming a national
political figure. There was a large political gathering of Chicago
elite at around the the time this recollection was to have taken place.
The description of drugs used does correlate to a specific type of drug
utilized within the homosexual community. These and other details were
added as an update to the original story outlined below. Are these
facts enough to place this recollection in the category of truth? I
leave that to the readers.
As for the
woman who sent her memories to me of what she believed she saw that
night many years ago – if she has in fact passed on, I thank her for her
courage, while praying her death was in no way related to her
witnessing a specific moment within the still-murky past of our current
president.
-UM
______________________________
Original update to story:
Since
publication, many within the Ulsterman Facebook Army have come forward
with evidence that would support some of the specific claims made within
the recollection above. The strange smell coming from the conference
room would most likely have been “poppers”, a drug that is used
predominantly within the gay community. Its smell is said to alter
quickly from sweet to that of “rank, dirty laundry”. It’s effects last
only a few minutes, indicating a user could recover quickly after
inhaling it. Second, both video and photo evidence were provided that
show considerable work has been done on Barack Obama’s teeth. Here is
video from 1995, evidence that would further corroborate the timeline of
this story, showing just how extensive this dental work in fact was.
The alteration to both Obama’s appearance and speech is remarkable, and
one of the front teeth does appear to be considerably shorter and/or of a
very different shape than the other, which again compliments the
details found in the recollection above.
Research
also uncovered the fact that Chicago Democrats, playing host to the
national convention in August of 1996, held a number of large social
events throughout that summer, including a visit by then President Bill
Clinton during the first week of July – events that were described in
some detail by the Chicago Tribune on July 4th, 1996:
The
crowds, the parties, the security and the hoopla that accompanied
President Clinton’s visit to Chicago, plus the meeting of Democratic
leaders last weekend, provided test runs for the Aug. 26-29 Democratic
National Convention, organizers said.
Even
the Chicago ‘96 decorations that adorned Navy Pier and the red, white
and blue lights atop the Hancock and Stone Container buildings were
previews of what to expect later this summer, said Julie Thompson,
spokeswoman for the civic host committee.
Certainly
Barack Obama, already a fixture in the Democratic Party machine by 1996,
and the Democratic Party candidate for state senate, would have
attended some or all of those large gatherings. And equally certain
would be Chicago Mayor Richard Daley’s presence at those same events –
the same Richard Daley whose brother now serves as Barack Obama’s White
House Chief of Staff.
Thank you to all those members of the Ulsterman Facebook Army who helped bring this information to light so quickly.
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Author’s Note:
This story came to me via a message to my Facebook account. Upon
reading what the author had to say, and doing some preliminary
investigation to attempt at least partial corroboration, I have finally
determined, following what appears to be both a sincere and earnest
request, to publish this recollection of what this individual states
they saw from Barack Obama
and a now deceased man who was in Barack Obama’s presence that night.
The following is their recollection in its entirety – no editing has
been done. I leave it to the readers to determine for themselves the validity of what the author of this story claims to have seen.
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