And it was there that I would meet Ray and the other blacks close to my age who had begun to trickle into the islands, teenagers whose
confusion and anger would help shape my own.
“That’s just how white folks will do you,” one of them might say when we were alone. Everybody would chuckle and shake their heads, and my mind would run down a ledger of slights: the first boy, in seventh grade, who called me a coon; his tears of surprise-“Why’dya do that?”-when I gave him a bloody nose. The tennis pro who told me during a tournament that I shouldn’t touch the schedule of matches pinned up to the bulletin board because my color might rub off; his thin-lipped, red-faced smile-“Can’t you take a joke?”-when I threatened to report him. The older woman in my
grandparents’ apartment building who became agitated when I got on the elevator behind her and ran out to tell the manager that I was following her; her refusal to apologize when she was told that I lived in the building. Our assistant basketball coach, a young, wiry man from New York with a nice jumper, who, after a pick-up game with some talkative black men, had muttered within earshot of me and three of my teammates that we shouldn’t have lost to a bunch of 'n-word's; and who, when I told him-with a fury that surprised even me-to shut up, had calmly explained the apparently obvious fact that “there are black people, and there are 'n-word's. Those guys were 'n-word's.”
That’s just how white folks will do you. It wasn’t merely the cruelty involved; I was learning that black people could be mean and then some. It was a particular brand of arrogance, an obtuseness in otherwise sane people that brought forth our bitter laughter. It was as if whites didn’t know they were being cruel in the first place. Or at least thought you deserving of their scorn.
"Dreams From my Father" - Barack Obama 2004
Believe whatever you want. Bathe in your ignorance. Enjoy the tepid stench of not knowing anything about the CONTEXT of these comments. And then vote for 8 more years of George W. Bush.
When this world of people begin to see their fellow human beings as "human beings" and not white, black, brown, red, whatever...then and only then will the human race be truely grown up.
So....go grow up and get over this nonsense of race BS..this is the year 2008 moving into 2009 for pete's sake.
Its not the 1960's anymore!!!
But if you're Barack Obama, and you write a fake memoir like Dreams From My Father, the New York Times will make all sorts of excuses for you that they would never make for an ordinary human being like James Frey or Margaret B. Jones, and all you have to do is bury a few disclaimers in a new introduction.
In the [new] introduction, Mr. Obama acknowledged his use of pseudonyms, composite characters, approximated dialogue and events out of chronological order. He was writing at a time well before a recent series of publishing scandals involving fabrication in memoirs. “He was trying to be careful of people’s feelings,” said Deborah Baker, the editor on the first paperback edition of the book. “The fact is, it all had a sort of larger truth going on that you couldn’t make up."
Barack Obama is not a liar! He tells "a larger truth!" So what if he makes it up as he goes along? "Liar" is what you would call an ordinary human being like Margaret B. Jones or James Frey! Maybe they also thought they were telling the "larger truth," but their contracts got cancelled anyway. The New York Times has a different standard for Barack Obama.
Originally posted by TruthParadox
I believe the real question is: does it matter?
We all know the President is just a figurehead.
It's all a scam.
I mean, don't "they" want you to only have 2 choices?
White or Black
Left or Right
Gay or Straight
Pro Life or Pro Choice
Good or Evil
Pizza or Hamburger (Ok so I'm really hungry so I added this one to the list)
The problem, as the Architect (the Matrix) states, is choice. Give us a choice, and control us all.
Haven't you ever thought it strange how dead equal the polls are? You think it's by chance that this country is 50/50?