The Long Enduring Obamas

Many lines have been written concerning Mr. Ta-Nehisi Coates’ recent reparations rant.  An excellent reposte can be found at NRO by Kevin Williamson.  http://www.nationalreview.com/article/378737/case-against-reparations-kevin-d-williamson  It has a few logical lapses, but overall is pretty good.

In the meantime, I cannot resist the temptation to reply directly to Mr. Coates assertion (in the original piece to which Williamson is responding) that: “In the contest of upward mobility, Barack and Michelle Obama have won. But they’ve won by being twice as good—and enduring twice as much.”  Excuse me?  Enduring…what again?  Twice as good as…what?

The O man was a pampered preppie raised by wealthy grandparents whose first real accomplishment was being elected “Choom Gang Leader,” (read: “leader of a gang of dopers”) in his fancy prep school.  Then, off to high dollar Columbia he went, followed quickly by a tour at Harvard, where he presided over the Law Review as the only editor in its history to NEVER have written a review!  And his grades…who knows?  He won’t reveal them.  (Can you imagine a white guy getting away with that!  I have to pony up every piece of paper I have ever seen just to secure a mediocre job.)  Then, after sidling into the pews of Jeremiah Wright’s infamous “Roosting Chickens” Trinity United C of C, he effortlessly burnished his credentials as an authentic “Aggrieved Minority” and, simultaneously, his street cred as an angry black man.

Soon, he was movin’ on up.  He knocked his one-time cheerleader and political sponsor Alice Palmer out of the race by tediously challenging all her signatures down at the Cook County courthouse and creeping on in to her state senate seat.  Next, after publicizing the sealed divorce records of both his state AND federal Senate opponents, the long suffering Choom Master glided into the U.S. Senate.  And the rest, as they say, is long enduring history…

Now, onto Madame O.  Although Michelle’s early days were not affluent, she was solidly middle class, with her father a unionized city employee and her mother a housewife.   Reports indicate the family was close, ate meals together, enjoyed each other’s company, played games together and were generally healthy and happy.  Her mother actually quit a good job when the children came along.  (I bet Glory Steinem didn’t know THAT!)  After a fairly traditional upbringing, she quickly became a college radical.  And just what did she have to “endure” to get into the most prestigious of American universities?  Well, it was not exactly “Raisin in the Sun” material…

According to FrontPageMagazine reporter Jacob Laksin, “In a [February 2008] interview with Newsweek, [Michelle] Obama reveals that she got into Princeton … not on the strength of her grades, which she admits were unexceptional, but thanks to her brother Craig, a star athlete and gifted student who preceded her to the school. As a ‘legacy’ candidate and a beneficiary of affirmative action, Michelle Obama was granted an opportunity that others more accomplished were denied [emphasis mine].”  (So much for being “twice as good” as everyone else.)

(Read more at http://freedomoutpost.com/2013/08/the-radical-racist-background-of-michelle-obama-were-not-talking-about-barack/#ZYySWbkLf3BaBPKf.99)

After “enduring” more adversity at college as a radical leftist, then graduating law school as sweetheart of the liberal left, white-guilt-ridden professoriate no doubt, she easily found a sweet position as Mayor Daley’s assistant.  Then, she herself “moved on up” to assistant commissioner of planning for the City of Chicago, next to Chicago University and finally to the Hospital System where her star really began to rise.  Soon, she was “enduring” a position at the  University of Chicago Hospitals and bringing down a measly $121,910 in 2004 as executive director in charge of “community relations.”  Lo and behold, after “long-enduring-adversity Barry” climbed into the U.S. Senate on January 4, 2005,  Michelle “endured” a salary explosion to $316,962 as vice president for the hospital system, according to tax returns filed by the Obamas for those years.  Wow.  I could use some of that kind of “adversity.”

How can any one couple live through such travesty?  What strength of will.  What persistence.  What resilience.  What?  Endurance?  Please stop it.  I can’t go on.  Never in the history of the world have two people been as blessed and as fortunate as these two professional crybabies.  Nothing but happiness, backslapping, smiles, opportunities, merriment, good fortune, good pay, nice vacations and good will has followed them all the days of their lives.

And after all that, Michelle was never “proud” of her country until her husband was elected to the HIGHEST OFFICE IN THE LAND.  Gee, that’s some standard.  Thank goodness we don’t all require stardom to be proud of our country.  But really, can we do away with the “struggling, enduring black folks who are twice as good” meme in reference to the Obamas?

If you must feel empathy for someone, how about a very brief vitae of me and the wife?  Both of our fathers were enlisted men in WWII.  Her father built airfields under fire with the Sea Bee’s in the South Pacific.  My father shoveled coal during the day and attended law school at night on the GI Bill after the war.  My wife was born in a trailer on a dirt road in east Texas with five siblings and a blue collar father.  She worked her way through college and law school.  I was born in an orphanage to an unwed woman on welfare.  I was adopted after enduring four foster homes.  Both my biological and my adoptive mothers were later found to have had mental disorders.  I myself suffered alcoholism and major depressive disorder.  After recovering from both (by the Grace of God), I worked construction during the day and earned both a bachelors and a masters at night.

Now, I have to listen to some pencil-neck at The Huffington Post go on and on about how we supposedly enjoy “white privilege”.  Not hardly.  However, I was proud enough of my country to serve four years aboard ship in the U.S. Navy.  It’s O.K. though.  I was considered a “legacy,” as millions of other patriotic men had gone before me.