To make it worse, I believe this would have been a - ssshhhh! - WHITE great uncle.
Kenyan tribesman liberates Buchenwald singlehandedly.
This specific error may be important to some folks, but what bothers me is the consistency of his errors and the narrowness of his experience each one betrays.
From Obamas books in his own words:
From Dreams of My Father: I ceased to advertise my mothers race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites.
From Dreams of My Father: I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mothers race.
From Dreams of My Father: There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And white.
From Dreams of My Father: It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.
From Dreams of My Father: I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didnt speak to my own. It was into my fathers image, the black man, son of Africa , that Id packed all the attributes I sought in myself, the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.
From Audacity of Hope: I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.
I guess Obama will use them whiteys if he finds it convenient.
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