Obama once confessed his fear of black men on the street
>> "I can no more disown [Rev. Dr. Wright] than I can my white
grandmother ... a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who
passed by her on the street..." -- Barack Obama, 3/18/08.
More and more, I am being accused of threatening America with disaster
by being responsible for Hillary or McCain getting elected in
November. Of course, my ongoing plot to make Hillary and/or McCain
President consists of me sitting here in my underwear typing into my
blog passages from Presidential candidate Barack Obama's bestselling
1995 autobiography Dreams from My Father.
Why am I doing this? Mostly because it's ridiculously easy to come up
with relevant posts on the Presidential race by looking up what Sen.
Obama had to say about his own life and transcribing it ... but
virtually nobody else is doing it.
Here's a topical excerpt from pp. 269-271, which concerns Obama's life
in Chicago when he was in his mid-20s. In it, Obama expresses the same
supposed anti-black "racism" which he recently attributed to his 85-
year-old grandma.
"That night, well past midnight, a car pulls up in front of my
apartment building, carrying a troop of teenage boys and a set of
stereo speakers so loud that the floor of my apartment begins to
shake. I've learned to ignore such disturbances -- where else do they
have to go? I say to myself. But on this particular evening I have
someone staying over ...
"'Listen, people, are trying to sleep around here. Why don't y'all
take it someplace else?'
"The four boys inside say nothing, don't even move. The wind wipes
away my drowsiness, and I feel suddenly exposed, standing in a pair of
shorts on the sidewalk in the middle of the night.... One of them
could be Kyle. One of them could be Roy. One of them could be
Johnnie."
Kyle, Roy, and Johnnie are all black male characters in Dreams from My
Father -- in other words, as Obama's grandfather might say, the fellas
in the car are black. Obama then proceeds to make stereotypical
assumptions about young black males:
"I start picturing myself through the eyes of these boys, a figure
of random authority, and know the calculations they might now be
making, that if one of them can't take me out, the four of them
certainly can."
The chapter ends:
"The engine starts, and the car screeches away. I turn back toward
my apartment knowing that I've been both stupid and lucky, knowing
that I am afraid after all."
Shocking, isn't it?
Most of the effort that goes into my Obama posts consists of my
editing out the excess verbiage with which Obama padded his endless
autobiography. To make this incident readable, for example, I left out
hundreds of intervening words of vintage Obama posturing about what a
bad-ass he had been when he was the same age:
"One of them could be me. Standing there, I try to remember days
when I would have been sitting in a car like that, full of
inarticulate resentments and desperate to prove my place in the
world. ... The blood rush of a high school brawl. The swagger that
carries me into a classroom drunk or high ... That knotted, howling
assertion of self ..."
For the last two Februaries, political re****ters from mainland
newspapers have been taking expense account trips to Hawaii to
research the accuracy of Obama's memories of himself as a high school
desperado. The consensus of his prep school classmates' recollections
has been that Obama was actually a very nice, cheerful, well-liked
schoolboy.
And I also had to leave out most of the trademark Baroque O'Blarney
philosophizing about the meaning of it all. Let me quote one sentence
to show you why so few people ever finish reading Dreams from My
Father:
"As I stand there, I find myself thinking that somewhere down the
line both guilt and empathy speak to our own buried sense that an
order of some sort is required, not the social order that exists,
necessarily, but something more fundamental and more demanding; a
sense, further, that one has a stake in this order, a wish that, no
matter how fluid this order sometimes appears, it will not drain out
of the universe."
I think this means that the Ivy Leaguer has just now realized he's on
the side of the cops, not on the side of the crooks.
But getting his point across is not the point of most of Sen. Obama's
verbal efforts. (In this respect, Obama is the exact opposite of Rev.
Dr. God Damn America, who is a master at distilling his meaning down
to an agitating phrase, such as "U.S. of K.K.K.") The candidate's goal
is more typically to induce in the reader or listener a trance-like
state of admiration of Obama's thoughtfulness. He's expert at
implanting the idea, "Surely, such an intelligent person must agree
with me. All we need to do to end these wearying partisan disputes is
to turn power over to a reasonable man, a man much like, say, Barack
Obama!"<<
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