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tinpraBev Murrill comments
I laughed ruefully as I empathised with the US Secretary of State Hilary Clinton who was asked last week by a Congolese student what her husband's opinion was of the World Bank's interference in China's contracts with the Congo.
Mrs. Clinton reacted quickly and strongly, pointing out that it was she and not her husband who was Secretary of State and going further to say that although she was ready to give her own opinion, she was not about to channel her husband's opinion of the matter.
It put me forcibly in mind of several similar incidents in my own experience. One such was when a visitor to our home was engaging my husband in conversation while Rick was making breakfast. Picking up a photo of me on a stage with a microphone in my hand, he asked my husband 'Does she speak?' Rick was concentrating on the bacon and eggs and hadn't heard properly so the man repeated his question. 'Does she speak?' 'Oh yes' Rick replied, 'she speaks'. None of this would have been a problem had it not been for the fact that I was standing next to the man...ironically not invited to answer the question myself.
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I laughed ruefully as I empathised with the US Secretary of State Hilary Clinton who was asked last week by a Congolese student what her husband's opinion was of the World Bank's interference in China's contracts with the Congo.
Mrs. Clinton reacted quickly and strongly, pointing out that it was she and not her husband who was Secretary of State and going further to say that although she was ready to give her own opinion, she was not about to channel her husband's opinion of the matter.
It put me forcibly in mind of several similar incidents in my own experience. One such was when a visitor to our home was engaging my husband in conversation while Rick was making breakfast. Picking up a photo of me on a stage with a microphone in my hand, he asked my husband 'Does she speak?' Rick was concentrating on the bacon and eggs and hadn't heard properly so the man repeated his question. 'Does she speak?' 'Oh yes' Rick replied, 'she speaks'. None of this would have been a problem had it not been for the fact that I was standing next to the man...ironically not invited to answer the question myself.
(Read the rest at Cross Rhythms)