Obama: An Elitist Snob From Another 'Planet' Who Was Called "Coon" and "N*****" As a Child

K Gardner

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Sun Apr-13-08 09:20 AM
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Obama: An Elitist Snob From Another 'Planet' Who Was Called "Coon" and "N*****" As a Child

Edited on Sun Apr-13-08 09:30 AM by K Gardner

An elitist who spent his formative years in a small house with little money in a poor, underdeveloped country.

An effete snob whose hair other children wanted to touch to see what it was like.

Who was laughed at and jeered when the teacher informed the class his father was from Kenya. Whose first concept of race and being different was seeing pictures in Life Magazine of a black man who had tried to peel off his own skin.

Who was called Coon and Nigger. Whose grandfather wasn't rich, or well-educated, but more like "one of the boys". A snob who had to drive his grandmother to work one night because she was accosted the night before by a black man. That elitist snob who struggled, all his life, to find a way to bridge the two worlds he inhabited. Every. Fucking. Day. He struggled with it and still does. No matter which way he tries to cross the bridge into the "white man's" world, he is damned, he is blocked. That same elite snob who, as a child, felt "utterly alone".

"We were always playing on the white man's court, by the white man's rules. If the principal or coach or a teacher wanted to spit in your face he could because of the fundamental power he held over you. In fact, you couldn't even be sure that everything you had assumed to be an expression of your black,unfettered self - the humor, the song, the behind the back pass - had been freely chosen by you. At best, these things were a refuge; at worst, a trap. Following this maddening logic, the only thing you could choose as your own was withdrawal into a smaller and smaller coil of rage, until being black meant only the knowledge of your own powerlessness, of your own defeat. And the final irony: Should you refuse this defeat and lash out at your captors, they would have a name for that, too, a name that could cage you just as good.

Paranoid. Militant. Violent. Nigger."

p.85 "Dreams From My Father"

An elitist snob whose grandfather, upon hearing he'd been accepted to Occidental College in LA, delivered the following advice to him. Which in hindsight, Barack Obama may today find is ringing true:

"They won't tell you the real price of admission, Barack. Leaving your race at the door. Leaving your people behind. Understand something, boy. You're not going to college to get educated. You're going there to get trained. They'll train you to want what you don't need. They'll train you so good, you'll start believing what they tell you about equal opportunity and the American way and all that shit. They'll give you a corner office and invite you to fancy dinners and tell you you're a credit to your race.

Until you want to actually start running things, and then they'll yank on your chain and let you know that you may be a well-trained, well-paid nigger, but you're a nigger just the same."

p.97 "Dreams From My Father"

Now, in this latest vicious and yes, racially-motivated attack, with Clinton supporters wearing "I'm Not Bitter" pins and the right wing attacking and Bill Clinton saying he should run an ad saying ' I Don't Steal Cars', he has been forced to Apologize for telling the truth. Apologize for telling the truth to the white man's world. Still, all these years later, he is the outsider, intruding into a world where the establishment stands ready to deny him entrance for any perceived slight. Only now he is not Uppity. He is "an elite snob" who cannot understand, nor comprehend, the intricacies and realities of life. Because of Clinton's desperation, her win at any cost kitchen sink strategy, we will now see a campaign of destruction and division that we only THOUGHT we were seeing with Jeremiah Wright.