White House Social Media Gaffe

Social media can be pretty damaging to your communication message when you make these kinds of errors. The White House social media team seems to have made a serious mistake today when uploading a photo on the official Whitehouse Facebook feed.

The White House website posted a photo of President Obama with a family from Ohio. The caption reads, “President Barack Obama helps spell out “Ohio” with the Weithman family, Rachel, 9, Josh, 11, and mom Rhonda, in their home in Columbus, Ohio, Aug. 18, 2010.”

Ohio

The Facebook feed posted a photo of President Obama and Governor Arnold Swartzenager with a very different caption. It reads, “President Barack Obama helps sell out “Ohio” with the Weithman family, Rachel, 9, Josh, 11, and mom Rhonda, in their home in Columbus, Ohio, Aug. 18, 2010.”

Terminator

I wonder if someone is getting fired today.

Just ONE Question

The ONE Campaign is currently urging supporters to sign an online petition to get a question about global poverty asked at the next presidential debate on October 7, 2008.  ONE claims that only two questions about global poverty have been asked in the history of modern presidential debates.

Jim Lehrer chose not to ask a global poverty question at the first foreign policy debate.  Now we need to ask the next debate moderator Tom Brokaw to ask John McCain and Barack Obama “Just ONE question” on their plans to fight global poverty.

I just took action with the ONE Campaign and you can too, here:

http://www.one.org/debates/?rc=debatestaf

Free At Last

Today is the 45th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr’s “I Have A Dream” speech given during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom in 1963.  I have been thinking all day about the American Civil Rights Movement, and the significance of Senator Barack Obama’s acceptance speech tonight at the Democratic National Convention.

I have contemplated most today about how thankful I am for parents who exposed me to people that were different than me at a formative age.

One of my earliest memories is when I was around 3 years old and I saw an African-American family at Logan Airport in Boston, MA.  It was the first moment in my short life that I distinguished the difference between the color of my skin and the color of someone from another race.  Fearfully, I ducked my head behind the legs of my father.  I am thankful that my dad did not allow my fearful reaction to pass without making it a teaching moment.  He lovingly grabbed my hand, bent down to my level, and asked, “Isn’t that family beautiful? Don’t they have a pretty color of skin?”

My parents made time for many more teaching moments about different races and cultures during my childhood. I might be a different person today without those moments.