THE BARACK OBAMA ‘NOT BLACK ENOUGH’ DEBATE

Snippet: “First of all, as one of the commentators pointed out in reply to Crouch’s article, “Crouch is an idiot.” Secondly, my grandmother used to say that people who are ugly behave in an ugly manner.  And so it is with Stanley Crouch.  Crouch is of course not the only black writer or leader who has been making this point of Barack Obama not being black enough because he is not a descendant of “plantation slave blacks.” Come to think of it, most of the so-called black leaders who have been leading the black community through the centuries have been blacks with white blood in their veins, even with greater percentage than Obama’s.”

He is a star by any yardstick.  He seems to be the best thing in raising black political consciousness to another level.  He exudes confidence that is lacking in some of our black leaders, and his reach across the American divide could be called the real rainbow coalition than that name connotes.  Yet, a major debate continues to rage amongst so-called black intelligentsia, especially amongst some black journalists, as to the authenticity of Senator Barack Obama’s blackness, especially given some poll figures showing Obama trailing Senator Hillary Clinton amongst potential black voters, which in itself would seem an oddity.

We should remember that Senator Barack (Hussein) Obama was born in Honolulu, Hawaii to an African father (Barack Hussein Obama, Sr.) from the Luo ethnic group in Kenya, and to a white mother, Ann Dunham) from Wichita, Kansas, in the United States.  When Obama was two years old, his father left the mother and proceeded to Harvard University to pursue a Ph.D., which he didn’t complete instead returning to Kenya.  Eventually, the couple officially divorced when Obama was six years ago.

Now, it has been drowned on her heads and consciousness that if you have one percent black blood in you, then automatically you are black.  But in Barack Obama’s case, he exceeds that percentage, actually achieving a 50% or even more as Obama writes in his memoir, “Dreams of My Father,” that his father was pitched black.  What could be more black than that?

It therefore comes as a big surprise when certain cretins of African-American writers and personalities continually question the authenticity of Barack Obama’s blackness.  This man has demonstrated beyond any doubt a shining example of what an outstanding Blackman should be.  In 1983, Obama graduated from Columbia University in New York, then secured employment as an consultant at the Business International Corporation, where he was making more money than the job subsequently secured when he quit and relocated to Chicago, Illinois, to become a community organizer.  He left in 1988 to enter Harvard Law School, where he eventually became the Editor/President of the Harvard Law Review, the first black man to have achieved that post in the then 104 year history of Harvard University.  Apart from this, he also graduated magna cum laude.  With this type of achievement, anybody with half a brain could see how he would have been courted by the best law firms in the country.  But Obama chose to return to Chicago to continue to serve the indigent community in Chicago.  When measured against some of the so-called Black leaders, it would be interesting to know what a lot of them have done for the average black man.

It was during the 2004 senatorial elections in Illinois that the “not-black-enough-like-me” and not “plantation slave descendant” began to surface, when the Republican Party drafted the carpetbagger, Ambassador Alan Keyes, to become a challenger to Obama.  From the word go Mr. Keyes thought he could wean the black vote away from Obama with his vitriolic attacks in which he consistently tried to make the distinction that though they were both from the same race, they were not from the same heritage.  In an interview with well-known radio personality, Steve Malzberg, Keyes had this to say: “. . . Barack Obama and I are of the same race, but we are not of the same heritage. And there is a distinction. Race is something physical. Heritage is something that may have an element that is physical or biological, but that also includes other elements of history and experience--the kinds of things that have helped to shape the mind and heart of an individual and that are not determined by physics and biology. And we are of different heritages. I’m of a slave heritage, and he is not. I have wrestled all my life with the reality of the injustices done to my ancestors, and it has been deeply important to me. It’s influenced fundamental choices that I have made in life, things I take seriously, things I am still, to this day, preoccupied with, like the question of justice and liberty. So, I think it makes a tremendous difference, and if we just look at it with racial blinders on, we will miss the fact that these are two people of the same race, but they are not two people of the same heritage.”

Of course, Alan Keyes was disgraced by the voters in Illinois when Barack Obama won the elections with over 70% of the vote, in an election year in which Republican were taking seats away from Democrats.

Another one of those black neo-cons that the Republican Party always call on to do their dirty attacks on progressive black leaders is Stanley Crouch of the Daily News in New York who wrote an article last year, entitled “What Obama isn’t: Black Like Me.” Facetiously, for one thing, Barack Obama is not black like Crouch, who could be a carbon copy of Obama’s father in being pitched black.  Calling Pan-Africanism a naive idea, Crouch wrote, “Why then do we still have such a simple-minded conception of black and white - and how does it color the way we see Obama? The naive ideas coming out of Pan-Africanism are at the root of the confusion. When Pan-African ideas began to take shape in the 19th century, all black people, regardless of where in the world they lived, suffered and shared a common body of injustices. Europe, after all, had colonized much of the black world, and the United States had enslaved people of African descent for nearly 250 years.

Suffice it to say: This is no longer the case.”

Then he surmissed why Obama couldn’t really claim to be a real black.  “So when black Americans refer to Obama as “one of us,” I do not know what they are talking about. In his new book, “The Audacity of Hope,” Obama makes it clear that, while he has experienced some light versions of typical racial stereotypes, he cannot claim those problems as his own - nor has he lived the life of a black American.”

Crouch further makes the point of how Obama would have come in from a different door if he were to win the presidency, not with the blessing of authentic African-Americans.  Said he, “if he throws his hat in the ring, he will have to run as the son of a white woman and an African immigrant. If we then end up with him as our first black President, he will have come into the White House through a side door - which might, at this point, be the only one that’s open.” Such arrant nonsense!!

First of all, as one of the commentators pointed out in reply to Crouch’s article, “Crouch is an idiot.” Secondly, my grandmother used to say that people who are ugly behave in an ugly manner.  And so it is with Stanley Crouch.  Crouch is of course not the only black writer or leader who has been making this point of Barack Obama not being black enough because he is not a descendant of “plantation slave blacks.” Come to think of it, most of the so-called black leaders who have been leading the black community through the centuries have been blacks with white blood in their veins, even with greater percentage than Obama’s.

Stanley Crouch’s polluting article, reminds of an article in the June 24, 2004 New York Times, in which Profs Lani Gurnier and Henry Louis Gates questioned the wisdom of Harvard University and other Ivy league schools, admitting more children of West Indians and Africans than the children of “plantation slave blacks.” Here is what the article said, “While about 8 percent, or about 530, of Harvard’s undergraduates were black, Lani Guinier, a Harvard law professor, and Henry Louis Gates Jr., the chairman of Harvard’s African and African-American studies department, pointed out that the majority of them — perhaps as many as two-thirds — were West Indian and African immigrants or their children, or to a lesser extent, children of biracial couples.

“They said that only about a third of the students were from families in which all four grandparents were born in this country, descendants of slaves. Many argue that it was students like these, disadvantaged by the legacy of Jim Crow laws, segregation and decades of racism, poverty and inferior schools, who were intended as principal beneficiaries of affirmative action in university admissions.” Mind you, Guinier is the daughter of a Jewish mother, Eugenia Paprin, and the Jamaican-born scholar Ewart Guinier, who also served as Harvard professor (and chair) of the Afro-American Studies Department in 1969.  Just imagine her making this point!! Doesn’t it remind you of Justice Clarance Thomas?

In a few months, Americans would be going to the polls to nominate the presidential candidates for both parties.  Black Americans should not fall into the narcism of Republican apologists like Stanley Crouch and his co-horts about deciding why Barack Obam should be nominated based on whether he is a descendant of “plantation slave blacks” or that of the more encompassing African-American.  Their votes should be based on who should fulfill the aspirations of African-Americans.

Chika Onyeani is Publisher/Editor-in-Chief of the African Sun Times, author of the internationally acclaimed No.1 bestselling book, “Capitalist Nigger: The Road to Success,” as well as the blockbuster novel, “The Broederbond Conspiracy.”

MY WEIGHT PROBLEMS

The problem of losing weight.

At the latter of 2005, I was weighing about 173-175 lbs.  Then my eye problem escalated (I have glaucoma, not only that but ‘dry eyes;), and every time I exercised, it seemed to worsen the great discomfort I felt.  So I started squatting, which helped to calm my nerves and reduce my blood pressure, but on the other hand, it increased my pot-belly.  While I was maintaining my weight, my stomach seemed to be popping up.  I was very concerned, and for a while I sort of stopped exercise.  The other exercise I was doing, laying on my back, (and pushing my feet under the couch), and pulling myself up was causing me to have urinal problem (I also have prostate problems - enlarged prostate).  So my weight steadily ballooned, and by the time we returned from our cruise vacation in August this year, I weighed myself and was horrified that I was 188 lbs.  Mind you, from the time we got into the ship, the first thing I did was go to the gym.  I was loosing 1000 calories a day, but when you are putting in about 3000 what do you expect?

On one of our short vacations two weeks ago, at the Trump Taj Mahal in Atlantic City, I had such headache, and since I don’t believe in taking any of those kinds of medicine (like aspirin of which I am allergic or the tylenol that I some times take when it is really very bad), I decided that my best option was to start this war against my body.

Everyday, I have run in the morning since we came back, but I discovered that it didn’t really affect my problem much because I would run and devour a fair amount of food later, especially our African food, which is quite fattening.  Every morning when I wake up, I way myself, and I would groan at the fact that nothing much has changed. 

I changed my tactics some days ago, that is instead of just running in the morning (by the way I run in the house, not even on the Threadmill which is broken and I don’t want to buy another one, I also now run in the evening, the depending on when I had my last meal.

A MIRACLE

Well, this morning I feel rather elated, I weighed myself and I was 178 lbs.  At my height of 5’ 7 1/2”, I am supposed to weigh 156 lbs ideally, but I doubt that I could ever reach that, and moreover, I think it would be dangerous to my health, I would look like I am suffering from kwashiokor, well if don’t understand that word, it was used during the Biafra-Nigeria war, with starving children, their limbs showing from starvation.

Well, will I maintain this weight, that’s the question.  What I would like my ideal weight to be is 172 lbs. 

Igbo Marriage Negotiations

The final ‘negotiation’ for Abba and his wife to get married.

Yesterday, November 17th was the day we went to the bride’s family residence to hand over all the things they had listed for Abba to fulfill before her parents will agree to her marrying our son Abba.  Let’s just that at times the ‘negotiation’ was quite heated, but I am happy for the sake of the children that everything went well, and their traditional wedding is taking place on the 1st of December.  These children love each other, and it is their life and they have to control their lives.  As I said, I am happy everything has turned out to be agreed upon, and the wedding is about to take place. 

Princess Ada

My granddaughter, Ada, (Princess Ada) is talking. 

My granddaughter is beginning to talk.  I can clearly hear what she is saying and she is repeating some words in Igbo.  I am hoping that she would continue to listen in Igbo.  I know it is difficult for her, she doesn’t live with me so she doesn’t get to practice the language all the time.  And again, her other grandmother speaks Creole to her.  I am hoping this would be my greatest legacy to hear, the ability to hear and converse in Igbo, not being born in Nigeria or even visiting the country.  It would be a monumental success.  I am still looking for an illustrator to illustrate the manuscript for her children’s book I have already written.  Now it remains for me to write everything she needs to know about my village, culture and practices. 

I look forward to seeing Princess Ada next week.

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Princess Ada at Halloween

More Birthdays

Saturday the 17th of November was my wife’s birthday.

Yesterday was my wife’s, Loretta’s, birthday.  I had come home very late this morning, having gone to pick up my own copies of the African Sun Times printed that evening for next Monday.  During our program on the radio, “StraightTalk with Chika Onyeani on the AllAfricaRadio, we played a very emotional song, “You are my African Queen,” wow, how appropriate, but she didn’t know that we played the song for her and talked about her birthday because she had gone to sleep.  After the broadcast, I went to Long Island City to collect the papers.  After the MDA, the distributor, one of the managers at the distribution center said his brother would like to talk with me about picking up the printed paper from the printers and delivering it to them as well as to another distributor.  I told him I would discuss with him next Friday.  You see how the Hispanics help their brothers get jobs.

It is now 1:56 and I thought I would get back to NJ at record time.  But there was heavy traffic at Kosciusko bridge, and there was heavy traffic also going into Holland Tunnel.  Didn’t get back until after 3am, and then I had to prepare the papers to give to Mayor.....  By the time I slept it was 4:45am.  I had to get up early, woke up at 10:15 for my 10:30 appointment with the Mayor.  I had just dressed when the door bell rang, and it was the Mayor.  After he left, I tried to go back to sleep, it seems I did, because I knew I dreamed about something, before getting up to get ready for Ron Daniels Diaspora event.  Abdoulaye called me to confirm the place, and I called Dabo to meet me there..  I am too sleepy, and I am going to bed right now, 1:44am

My Birthday

November 14 was my birthday. 

I waited all day for my granddaughter to call me, but she was at daycare.  Eventually, when I called she was the one who picked up the phone and said, “hi”.  Imagine my surprise hearing her say that.  Her second birthday was on November 1, and since her grandmother’s (my wife) is on Nov. 17, we are all going to be celebrating all the birthdays at one time.

Didn’t really do much yesterday, but we accomplished one thing: we bought the material to be presented to my son’s in-law on Saturday, when we present the total demand by Evelyn’s parents for her hand in marriage to my son, Abba.  If you see the list of demands, you would be amazed, but the negotiations were fun and we want to have a great event for our children.

My wife wanted to take me to dinner, but I said no.  We would have to celebrate all together.