Obama's twenty.

I dimly recall an old Chris Rock routine about Bill Clinton back in the 90's. It was that bit about Bill Clinton being the first black president; Rock's proof was simple: "He hands them a twenty, and they hold it up to the light." That pretty much defines the dynamic that brought about this week's revealing of Obama's long-form birth certificate. There's a clear effort towards delegitimizing the president not so much because of his policies (which merit some substantial criticism) but rather on the basis of his being black. No, Donald Trump is not standing there saying Obama shouldn't be president because of his skin color. He is merely amplifying the overtly racist insistence that the man hasn't adequately proven his identity, that he must - again and again, in an ever-proliferating variety of forms - present his papers on demand. When has this ever in our lifetimes been demanded of a president of the United States?

This started with the Clinton campaign and was expanded by the McCain campaign with the ominous warnings from both halves of that ticket that Obama was "not like you and me." True enough, if "you and me" is white people. It was the birth certificate, the church he belonged to, the African garb he wore on a trip, the middle name his parents gave him - all these attempts to make him appear alien and, therefore, threatening to middle America. (No need to enhance the fear factor on the far right- they were there already.) For the most part, it's really just a process of drawing people's attention to the fact that he's African American, by subtracting the "American" part.

Stephen Colbert did a decent job of explaining this - hilariously - on his show this past week. (I think it was Wednesday night's show.) Of course, Obama's effort to still the beast by giving it something to chew on is a bit like paying off blackmailers. And sure enough, they're already on to the next thing.

Got to go - papers to write. (End of the semester again.)

luv u,

jp

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