PrestoPundit

OBAMA’S DREAMS FROM MY FATHER

Posted by PrestoPundit on 06/07/2008

— the Daily Mail condensed version.  Really.  A snippet:

But I was still just going through the motions, as indifferent
toward college as toward almost everything else. Even my wise black
friend Frank thought that I had a bad attitude.

‘You’re
just like the rest of these young cats out here,’ he said. ‘All you
know is that college is the next thing you’re supposed to do. The real
price of admission is that you leave your race at the door.

‘Understand something, boy. You’re not going to college to get educated. You’re going there to get trained.
They’ll train you so good, you’ll start believing what they tell you
about equal opportunity and the American way and all that s**t.

‘They’ll give you a corner office and invite you to fancy dinners, and tell you that you’re a credit to your race.

‘Until
you want to start running things, and then they’ll yank on your chain
and let you know you may be a well-trained, well-paid n****r, but
you’re a n****r just the same.’

To avoid being mistaken for
a sell-out, I chose my friends carefully. The politically active black
students. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punkrock
performance poets. It was 1979 and Ronald Reagan was on his way to the
White House. We smoked cigarettes and wore leather jackets.

There were enough black students on campus for us to move as a tribe ..

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