AS PREPARED
Good evening. I'm Craig Robinson, and Michelle Obama is my little sister.
Tonight
I don't want to just introduce my sister. I want to introduce you to my
sister. The girl I grew up with. The poised young woman I saw her grow
into. The compassionate mother, aunt and sister-in-law she is. The
passionate voice for women and children she has become. And the type of
first lady she will be.
Sometimes, when I look at the woman you
are about to hear from, it's funny to think that this is the same
person who used to wake me up early, and I mean early, on Christmas
morning, because we both had to be up at the same time in order to open
our presents.
This is the person who would play the piano to
calm me down before all of my big games in high school. This is the
person who, even though we were allowed only one hour of television a
night, somehow managed to commit to memory every single episode of "The
Brady Bunch."
But when I really think back, I can also see how
the person she is today was formed in the experiences we shared growing
up: working hard, studying hard, having parents who wanted more for us
than what they had, and always being reminded that in this country, of
all countries, those things were possible.
Neither of our
parents went to college. My father went to work right out of high
school to help pay for his brother's college tuition. He worked at the
water filtration plant for 30 years. We lost my father in 1991. And I
know he's looking down on us tonight, so proud of his daughter, not
because of whom she married, though he was a big fan of Barack, but
because of the hard-working, brilliant woman she is, what she's
accomplished in her own right, the mother she's become, and the values
she's instilled in her daughters.
My mother Marian is here
tonight. She remains our family's anchor, and the sole reason Michelle
was willing to campaign at all was because she knows that Mom is there
to help take care of the girls.
When we were young kids, our
parents divided the bedroom we shared so we could each have our own
room. Many nights we would talk when we were supposed to be sleeping.
My sister always talked about who was getting picked on at school or
who was having a tough time at home. I didn't realize it then, but I
realize it now: Those were the people she was going to dedicate her
life to, the people who were struggling with life's challenges.
She
has continued to follow that passion. She gave up a job in a big law
firm to work in her community. With a group called Public Allies, she
trained a new generation of community leaders. She developed the
University of Chicago's community service center, connecting the
university to the neighborhood that was blocks away--but often worlds
away--from its gates.
And when I wasn't happy doing what I was
doing--investment banking--she was the one who encouraged me to go back
to my first love, teaching and coaching. And today I'm proud to be the
coach of the Oregon State men's basketball team. Go Beavs!
But she did take something away from that first big law firm job: a young lawyer by the name of Barack Obama.
My
sister had grown up hearing my father and me talk about how to judge a
person's character by what type of sportsman they are, so she asked me
to take Barack to play basketball. If you're looking for a political
analysis based on his playing, here it is: He's confident but not
cocky, he'll take the shot if he's open, he's a team player who
improves the people around him, and he won't back down from any
challenge.
Together, I've watched Barack and Michelle strengthen
each other. I've watched them create a home filled with love and
grounded in faith. During challenging times I've watched Michelle and
Barack stand by each other. And I know they'll stand by you, the
American people, now and in the future.
So please join me in
welcoming an impassioned public servant, a loving daughter, wife and
mother, my little sister and our nation's next first lady, Michele
Obama.
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