At first embarrassed by his race and African name, he soon bonded with the few other African-American students. He quickly learned that integration was a one-way street, with blacks expected to assimilate into a white world that never gave ground. He participated in bitter bull sessions with his buddies on the theme of “how white folks will do you.” Obama, who had to reconcile these sentiments with the loving support he had at home from his white mother and grandparents, dismissed much of his buddies’ analysis as “the same sloppy thinking” used by racist whites, but he found the racism of whites to be particularly stubborn and obnoxious.
One whom, I might add, seems to totally disrespect him, at least publicly.