Couple of days ago, when I was caught up in the trippy media delusion that Barack Obama was on a fast track to the White House, thus redeeming white folks from the sin of racism (or something), making this nation once more a beacon unto the world... oh wow, I’m nostalgic for those days already.
Weren’t them fun days? On TV, it looked like some Beatlemania type shit. Women crying and passing out. You see that chick who passed out at the Obama rally? And Obama was trying to hand her a bottled water? I was like, “Whaaat?”
Last night, before the actual results came in, Chris Matthews and Keith Olbermann were trying to top each other with the most grandiose metaphor for Barack Obama’s rise.
MATTHEWS: “This has brought back politics the way Muhammad Ali brought back boxing!”
OLBERMANN: “Or Tiger Woods in golf!”
Matthews later compared Obama’s Iowa victory with Lawrence of Arabia. (Oh, what a pompous windbag he is. Entertaining to watch, though.)
Anyways, even in the midst of all that, I paused long enough to wonder about Sen. Obama’s daddy, Barack, Sr. The Kenyan.
If white folks felt fine voting for Obama because, you know, he sorta resembles Will Smith, and he’s got that Tiger Woods hybrid advantage happening, and he earned the Exceptional Negro Seal of Approval from the most exceptional Negro of all – Oprah – well then, what would happen if they started seeing more of the Kenyan side, and getting reminded that Africa runs strong in Obama’s veins?
Barack the Elder is no longer alive. But imagine one of Barack the Younger’s uncles showing up on Inauguration Day dressed like a Maasai warrior and shit... with a spear, talkin’ about “I taught him how to use a machete!”
Yesterday, I found this clip on YouTube. CNN went to Kenya and chatted with Obama’s grandmother. It aired on Monday: