To me honest, I hope Barack Obama’s grandmother is not longer able to understand what is going on around her. Otherwise, her heart must be broken. She has certainly been his horn of plenty. Even her broken hip could not have been better timed to help his cause along.
First, he ignored her long term anti-racist activism as well as her sacrifices on his behalf and used her to prove his thesis that we live in a racist world. He called her a “typical White woman,” i.e., inherently racist. He did so in order to explain away Rev. Wright’s flagrant racism. He, too, Barack argues is merely a typical Black pastor and, indeed, a typical member of the Black community, i.e., a racist. Being bi-racial, all he can do is embrace both racisms. His thesis, not mine. To the utter delight of the intellectual elite, Obama emerged as a post modern candidate, a perfect embodiment of Woody Allen’s ZELIG.
But that was only the beginning of this unsavory exploitation of the old sick woman who raised him. Ironically, after throwing her under the bus during the primaries, he shamelessly resurrected her during the general elections. Now she no longer represents racism. Now she represents old fashioned, read White values. No, he does not call them white value. He calls them Kansas values but the pictures make the point rather clearly. Few dare make a peep.
We were told the good grandson visited his grandmother during the Christmas season (no, I am not a Muslim!) though Michelle and girls stayed away. But now, the grandmother is sick, and the “good” grandson found yet another way to exploit his ever so useful grandmother. Can you believe it? Isn’t he wonderful? Such a loving grandson! He is actually going to take time and go pay her a visit. Yes, even an ABC reporter acknowledges that it would be politically useful.
Today he said he wants to be at his grandmother’s bedside because he missed his being there when his mother died. By the way, when asked for the reason he wrote so little about his mother in his autobiography, he answered that had he known she would die so soon, he would have. The truth is that he was then not running for president and was in the middle of doing everything to everything to distance himself from the very people he currently uses to sell himself as biracial candidate. In the Dreams of my Father he wrote:
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.
I do not know about you, how this man can be a subject of worship, even by New Agers is beyond me. But, then, so are people willing to entrust him with the presidency is beyond me. I must be hopelessly out of touch.