In my last post many people mentioned how white Jeremiah White looks. I agree, and clearly he has some Caucasian blood in his family tree. He grew up in Philly, by the way, and his school (Central High) was 90% white, so I’d venture to say he has had plenty of experience and exposure to the white population. Whether that is what caused him to hate whites, and thus, part of his own heritage, I do not know.
I’m not shocked that Obama has maintained and defended his relationship with Wright this long. I’m shocked that he finally separated himself from Wright since there is much evidence to show that Obama feels the same way as his mentor. Would we expect anything different from a man whose mentor is a racist? This is a friendship that could cause irreparable damage to Obama’s campaign yet Wright is such a hate monger that he refused to retract anything he said. In spite of the potential to jeopardize and derail the campaign, he not only reiterated previous comments, he made more, forcing Obama to distance himself from him. I’m sure that was tough, since Obama has put in writing many of the same ideas that Wright has said out loud.
These are quotes from Obama’s book “Dreams of My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance.” Note that they are in the written form, but not in the audio book. After reading this, his allegiance to Jeremiah Wright should come as no surprise; Obama echoes the same sentiments, albeit not on a pulpit, about his own struggle with his “mother’s race.” I find it hard to believe that he has overcome all his feelings of hatred toward 50% of his heritage and even harder to believe that he will do much to bring blacks and whites together. And my doubts were erased when it took him so long to denounce, so to speak, what Wright has been preaching. We’re all worried that Obama is far to the left, that he has socialist tendencies… I think the biggest issue is that he is a big, fat, hypocrite.
Enjoy the quotes, I hope you get the same warm, fuzzy feeling that I did. (Please note that Obama’s book was published when he was but a babe in the woods at 34 years old and not yet in politics. He has since said: “Certain passages have proven to be inconvenient politically.” Indeed.
“There were enough of us on campus to constitute a tribe, and when it came to hanging out many of us chose to function like a tribe, staying close together, traveling in packs,” he wrote. “It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.”
He added: “To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists.” (Referring to life at Occidental College in Los Angeles.)
“I ceased to advertise my mother’s race at the age of twelve or thirteen, when i began to suspect that by doing do i was ingratiating myself to whites.”
“The minority assimilates into the dominant culture, not the other way around. Only white culture should be neutral and objective. Only white culture could be non-racial, willing to adopt the occasional exotic into its ranks. Only white culture had individuals.”
“Reverend Wright shrugged. ‘Some of my fellow clergy don’t appreciate what we’re about. They feel like we’re too radical.”
“In fact, whites are so heartless and devious that we can no longer expect anything from them.”
“I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother’s race.”
“That hate hadn’t gone away, blaming white people – some cruel, some ignorant – sometimes a single face, sometimes a faceless image of a system claiming power over our lives.”
“Never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn’t speak to my own. It was into my father’s image, the black man, the son of Africa, that I’d packed all the attributes I sought in myself.”
“And yet, even as I imagined myself following Malcolm’s call, one line in the book stayed with me. He spoke of a wish he’d once had, the wish that the white blood that ran through him, there by an act of violence, might somehow be expunged.”
“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 were deserving of their scorn. White folks.”
“Ray assured me that we would never talk about whites as whites in front of whites without knowing exactly what we were doing.”
“Our rage at the white world needed no object, he seemed to be telling me, no independent confirmation; it could be switched on or off at our pleasure.”
“Black politicians less gifted than Harold discovered what white politicians had known for a very long time: that race-baiting could make up for a whole host of limitations.”
“A steady attack on the white race, the constant recitation of black people’s brutal experience in the country…Yes the nationalist would say, the whites are responsible for your sorry state, not any inherent flaws in you.”