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Please: let’s stop calling him black. He’s equally white. He’s both. He’s neither. He’s the colour of a different race - as if there were races.
Here’s to a raceless race.
But I know it won’t happen.
But please: he’s just as much white as he is black. Let’s stop patting ourselves on the back for nominating an African American. He’s as African American as Dorothy and Aunt Em.
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Ok maybe but “black is beautifully”!
I meant “black is beautiful”!
Exactly!
I knew that when I learnt his father was foreign and his mother white.
Even before I found out his father didn’t raise him.
Me on the subject.
woot… pat pat, we nominated the first mulatto nomine. =P
I think this is a really good point, and one I used to bring up every time someone referred to Halle Berry as “African-American” or the first African-American to win the Best Actress Oscar, etc. It shows that America’s consciousness is still permeated by the “one drop” rule mentality. Being “white” is still the default, and any addition to the neutral white canvas is seen as aberration. Which is exactly why it IS amazing that Obama has been nominated– that a man casually dismissed as “black” by those with this subtly racist mindset (which apparently consists of the majority of this country) has gotten this far.
Of course he’s African-American, with an African father and an American mother, what else would he be?
Well, in South Africa he would be coloured. But who cares?
It’s not the colour of his skin that counts, but the colour of his policies, and he’s peddling change you can’t believe in, because it’s the same old same old American warmongering — no negotiations with Hamas, just endless war.
No, he can’t (or won’t).
Reminds me of the good old song:
The working class can kiss my arse
I’ve got the foreman’s job at last.
Well, he hasn’t actually got the job yet, but he has got the nomination. And the people who thought they could believe in change can kiss his arse now.