I have two completely separate comments:
1. Mr. Jackson, if you were truly a reverend, you would know in your heart that the Lord's microphone is always on. Do I hear an "Amen!", brother?
2. Mr. Obama, your African father deserted you and went back to his other four wives, leaving you to be raised by white women, yet you are now one tiny step from being the Democratic Party's nominee for President of the United States. Tell me again how having an absentee father ruined your life?
I have worked with Jesse Jackson. I actually owe him for landing me a job. In the process I learned what a complete phony he is. In 1978 I'd been fired from what turned out to be my last newspaper job, and was living with my folks in Seattle. Mom suggested I look on the temp job board at the city's offices, and I found a 1-week opportunity to be videographer for the Seattle Opportunities Industrialization Center (OIC). OIC was a black-owned and operated vocational school in Seattle's Central Area. They hired me to record, edit and produce a tape they could use in class. What they wanted me to tape was their annual banquet, which featured a keynote by Jesse Jackson. They also wanted me to tape an interview with him, conducted by one of their staff. When they saw the finished tape, they hired me full-time as head of their A/V department, and I spent a year and a half with them in that role, plus heading their GED testing center, plus co-teaching pre-vocational communications classes.
The speech was Jackson's famous "I am somebody" sermon. It assumed the audience has low self-esteem, and low self-esteem is what keeps the black folk down. It was the biggest pile of crap. In the interview, Jackson was on stage when the camera was on, and a not very likable guy when the camera was off. Charlatan was the word that popped into my head at the time. He hasn't changed.