From Dreams of My Father :
'I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites.'
'I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race.'
'There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And white.'
'It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.'
'I 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, son of Africa, that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself, the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela.'
And the Most Damning one of ALL :
From Audacity of Hope :
'I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction.'
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While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, who'd gotten it caught in a gate while running cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Barack Obama and his bid to be our President.
The old rancher said, "Well ya' know, Obama is a 'Post Turtle'."
Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a 'post turtle' was.
The old rancher said, "When you're driving down a country road, and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a 'post turtle'."
The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain, "You know he didn't get up there by himself, he doesn't belong up there, he doesn't know what to do while he's up there, and you just wonder what kind of damned fool put him up there to begin with."
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