The below essay was sent to me from Daniel Bruno Sanz with permission to re-post it on this blog.  It’s a really interesting look at Obama’s candidacy from his own perspective and correlation to the mindset in Black America (I enjoyed his critical perspective on BET).  Take a read and join in on the discussion.

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Essay: Obama 2012

We approach the future walking backwards, our gaze forever fixated on the past. Predicting the future is not a passive exercise; we invent it every day with our actions.

I began the sketches for what would ultimately become Obama 2012 in March 2007, a month after Barack Obama declared his candidacy. I had spent much of the previous 18 months living abroad as an entrepreneur and statesman of sorts, and I was slightly out of touch with the pulse of life on the street in the United States. I learned about Sen. Barack Obama’s Springfield, IL speech formally declaring his candidacy for president of the United States through one of the international cable news channels and thought how great it would be to have a fresh start after years of mediocrity in Washington, and a plummeting reputation around the world.

By September, after what seemed like raising a six-month-old child, my sketches had turned into — Why the Democrats Will Win in 2008: The Road to an Obama White House. It was my answer to the burning question everyone had back in March: Can he really win? Actually, not everyone thought it was a question. For many people, including Mark Penn, director of the Clinton campaign, the answer was an easy “no way.” This strategic blunder made it that much easier for the Clinton campaign to be defeated. Then there were Black pundits like Shelby Steele, a fellow at the Hoover Institution, who came out with a 2007 book entitled, A Bound Man, Why Obama Can’t Win.

Being Black did seem to be an automatic disqualification, but then why did someone need to write an entire book arguing what should have been patently obvious? Joint Chiefs of Staff Gen. Colin Powell came to my mind and I remembered that he could have run for president in 1992 as a war hero. But Colin Powell was Ronald Reagan’s protege and got a special pass on the race question. Black conservatives like Justice Thomas, Condoleezza Rice and Colin Powell were careful to disassociate themselves from liberal thinkers and activists like Jesse Jackson, who lost, as expected, the 1984 and 1988 Democratic primaries. Ultimately, Colin Powell, in spite of all his honors, declined to run for president. His wife Alma feared for his safety.

Common sense said that a candidate like Obama, for numerous insurmountable reasons, didn’t stand a chance of winning the Democratic primary, let alone a general election in which 10% of the electorate is African American and Republicans controlled the White House for 20 of the preceding 28 years. But I decided that Obama’s chances merited a closer examination. In it, I would bring to bear my gambling skills.

I went to New York to meet Obama the candidate, and in a Soho apartment he told a small group of us that his middle name was Hussein. I thought he was telling a joke. Barack Hussein Obama, a liberal Black senator with a name on loan from Al Qaeda… for U.S. president? Is he out of his mind?

Then I really wanted to know whether his campaign was worth getting my hopes up for and investing my time in. I applied techniques used in predicting financial markets and researched theories of voting behavior. I applied the theories, in my own way, to the upcoming primary and general elections. I learned as I went along. The result was an analytical and quantitative study concluding, with gaps filled in by some admittedly fuzzy logic, that not only could Obama win, but, in fact, he would win because the stars lined up in his favor. Call it God’s Will. I reached my conclusion and told everyone who would listen that I had a strong case to make for victory, and that I could prove there was indeed hope. Hope is essential to any difficult endeavor. But hope as a campaign slogan is not good enough; hope needs firepower. No one becomes heavyweight champion of the world, an astronaut or the president by accident or dumb luck.

By the time my book making the case for an Obama victory was first printed in bulk, in October, 2007, Obama was 20 points behind Clinton in the polls and I was dismissed by just about everyone in the New York Democratic Party establishment and the media. Ambitious, elitist and snooty Democratic Party insiders like New York Electoral College voters Deb Slott and Terrence Yang did all they could to shut me up and lock me out. Big-time Obama fund-raising bundler and millionaire Virginia Davies ordered her 12th Street rooftop penthouse minimum-wage Latino flunkies to turn off the elevator when I attempted to go upstairs to an Obama fundraiser on April 9, 2008.

Yang and Davies turned down my $250 check from a Black Masonic lodge and barred me from the premises because it was their private property and Yang didn’t like my “hostile attitude” or my “look,” i.e. I wouldn’t kiss his bourgeois butt or grin to reassure him I wasn’t a dangerous half-Negro. The irony of it! For them, Obama was bought and paid for that night and only invited celebrities like actor Lucy Liu and others on Yang’s exclusive clipboard could enter their coveted penthouse. Impostors like these are a big part of the problem in America, not the solution. Limousine Liberals jockey for position and the Democratic Party becomes indistinguishable from the Republican Party except at election time.

But even in Harlem I was on the defensive. Harlem was Hillary country. Boldface name Black celebrities like Maya Angelou, Magic Johnson and Tavis Smiley came out for Hillary. Then in January 2008, Bob Johnson, the billionaire founder of Black Entertainment Television, made this statement:

“And to me, as an African-American, I am frankly insulted that the Obama campaign would imply that we are so stupid that we would think Hillary and Bill Clinton, who have been deeply and emotionally involved in black issues since Barack Obama was doing something in the neighborhood — and I won’t say what he was doing, but he said it in the book — when they have been involved. That kind of campaign behavior does not resonate with me, for a guy who says, ‘I want to be a reasonable, likable, Sidney Poitier ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner.’ And I’m thinking — I’m thinking to myself: this ain’t a movie, Sidney. This is real life.”

I was indignant. Here was a man who had made a fabulous fortune peddling and reinforcing the worst stereotypes about his own people as dangerous drug dealers, thieves, thugs and rapists; had provided a launch pad for a thousand materialistic, misogynistic hip-hop videos that glorify the murder of young black men for trivial slights real and imagined; directed his vast entertainment empire to appeal to the lowest common denominator in order to maximize profits, and when confronted with protests from the Black community, retorted that “BET stands for Black Entertainment Television, not Black education television.”

The production of these videos outside of BET notwithstanding, I thought about the millions of viewer-hours that Black children (many of them obese) wasted imbibing BET programming and its emphasis on anti-social and self-destructive behavior to gratify primeval instincts of lust and greed. Mr. Johnson made himself the heir to and then continued the tradition of 19th-century popular American culture and journalism that portrayed Africans and their descendants as prurient savages who would still be swinging from trees had they not been saved by European colonialism and slavery. In true late 20th-century American form, Johnson, an African-American, was given the equal opportunity to exploit this tradition in Horatio Alger fashion and become what was hitherto an oxymoron: a Black billionaire.

Tyve, portrayed brilliantly by Zero Mostel in the musical A fiddler on the Roof and typical of the “music videos” my mother exposed me to as a boy before companies like MTV and BET came on the scene a generation later, laments that “when you’re rich, they think you really know.”

It is clear that in spite of his great wealth, Bob Johnson does not have a clue. Maybe he was exposed to BET programming in his formative years.

Obama the Outlier

The election of Barack Obama is analogous to a “black swan”event in that it defied common sense, convention, precedent and therefore probability in the popular imagination, i.e. it was not supposed to happen. Now that it has, the charts are indelibly shifted in his direction. In my 2007 book I argued that macroeconomic forces and cyclical patterns would bring on a recession and electoral realignment, culminating in his election. In that sense, his election was not a surprise. Now Obama as a concept larger than the man himself is a new novel form of power and has a reflexive relationship with other sources of power in all their variety, including the power of the subconscious mind in large numbers of people. We would call this conditioned power. As we have seen, Black Entertainment Television wields conditioned power through its ability to manipulate images that penetrate the subconscious and go on to influence people’s behavior without their knowledge and create the illusion of acting of one’s own “free will.” Conditioned power, like compensatory power (money), is neither good nor evil; it is a force to be harnessed.

The conservative cultural and political shift that dominated Washington and the American frame of debate since the 1980s is now in ruins because the election of Obama is much more significant than the mere election of another liberal to the White House. The convergence of his identity with the position he holds as the face of America to the world alters the essence of what it means to be an American, a real American, not just someone with United States citizenship resulting from accidents of history and geography. It is difficult to overestimate the repercussions this will have over time but some of the salutary effects on the culture are apparent.

I have seen more Black/White interracial couples in midtown Manhattan during the last week of April 2009 than I saw in all of New York during 2008. In what has long appeared to me to be the most race and caste conscious large city in America once you get past the diversity window dressing of Black receptionists, security guards and bouncers employed at all-white offices and night spots, Latino cheap labor and Asian immigrant mom-and-pop service industries, I now see Blacks and Whites actually socializing with each other in public places like Bryant Park during their free time. Some even hold hands. New York is starting to look like London ten years ago. Still, in 2009, the most fashionable Manhattan nightspots in Chelsea and the Meat-Packing District like Cipriani’s and Pink Elephant have an unwritten “No Blacks Allowed” admittance policy, and its often the 300 lbs. Black bouncer at the door charged with enforcing this policy under the guise of face-control and dress codes. Black celebrities, of course, are supra-racial and get the red carpet unless applying for the prestigious Harmonie Club, which has never admitted a non-white, not even as a token. Bloomberg wisely resigned from this club and Obama refused to speak before it while running for office.

In American cinema 20 years ago, Spike Lee’s Do the Right Thing and Jungle Fever, both set in New York and brimming with explosive racial tension, were box office hits. A generation before Spike Lee there was Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, A Patch of Blue, To Kill a Mockingbird and Imitation of Life. Now, naturalized American supermodel Heidi Klum and her African husband Seal (Henry Olusegun Olumide Adeola Samuel) are on the front cover of tabloids because they are expecting a baby and the movie The Dance Flick opened in theaters on May 22, 2009. Miscegenation has become fashionable. Nevertheless, in 2009 more Americans and Black men and women than ever are in prison. More than a few of them are innocent. America has 25% of the world’s prisoners and millions of de-facto orphans, mostly Black boys. The complex American problem of passive collaboration between marginalized people and phony Wars on Drugs and Crime finds an outlet in the mentally disturbed culture of our time. They say they’re just keeping it real, but what passes for music today is like a finger painting done by men who shit in the palm of their hand and call it high art because it makes money.

W.E.B. Dubois (the wise) observed budding materialism and a culture that pardons shiftlessness and celebrates crime as defiance of the “man” (an unjust, racist order enforced by the organs of state power, i.e. ex-Confederate soldiers and Klansmen in the police force) 110 years ago in Georgia. Now in 2009 a Black man — Black not just by accident, i.e. melanin count and the width of his nose but by virtue of struggle, study and voluntary consciousness, sits at the pinnacle of American state power as he commands conditioned power of millions at home and abroad who would believe in and heed him. His re-election in 2012 is more likely than any other outcome.

His Presidency does not usher in the Post-Racial Era, as the gap between White and Black America remains enormous by any indicator. It does conclude the Civil-Rights Era, a long unfinished chapter of Reconstruction and the 13th, 14th and 15th amendments to the Constitution. The conclusion, i.e. triumph of the Civil-Rights Era does not magically prevent any abuse from occurring in the future; work must be continuously done to hold on to its gains. This is why we support Sotomayor for the Supreme Court.

Booker T. Washington exhorted us to cast down our buckets where we are. Now is the time to finally let go. Not of the collective memories and historical record, but of the mental chains. Just as 19th century internal combustion technology ( diesel and gasoline engines) must give way to better methods, culture steeped in passive acceptance of slavery and resistance to exploitation needs to re-asses what is true and what is a big lie. No one person can will this to happen. It will be a movement of broad masses of people as they make a million decisions large and small everyday of their lives.

Theory is far behind reality and must now play catch up.

This essay is the prologue to Obama 2012, a collection of essays to be published later this year. Daniel Bruno Sanz writes about financial and political affairs. His areas of expertise include currencies, stock markets, Latin America, Japan and Russia. In early 2007, he predicted that Obama would win the Democratic primary when polls showed him 20 points behind Senator Clinton. He also forecast Obama would win 52% of the popular vote and beat the Republican nominee in the general election.

I don’t see the news agencies reporting on it, but the most striking comment that Obama made at Alfred E. Smith charity dinner in New York last night was the one where he said something to the effect that who would’ve thought there’d be a black man who is married and a father to his own two kids.  My hubby and I turned to each other like “whoa!” when Obama pulled that one out of his hat.  Humor indeed, but I know he was sending a message to white america and anyone holding on to the stereotype that black men don’t stand by their women and raise the children they helped bring into this world.

Did anyone else catch that?

UPDATE 10/17/08:  Thanks aw for the exact quote.

“Fox News accused me of having two African American children in wedlock.”

There were a lot of other comments I liked that they are talking about in the press.  Like whoever gave him his middle name never thought he’d be running for president.

Here’s a little snippet summary about the event from World News Australia, of all sources, but they had the nicest short blurb..

Twenty-four hours after their final debate before the November 4 election, the presidential hopefuls were the stars at the celebrity-studded event to raise money for poor children in honour of the late New York governor Al Smith.

Another more descriptive short blurb from NPR…

The two men spoke at the 63rd annual Alfred E. Smith Memorial Foundation Dinner, a charity event organized by the Catholic Archdiocese of New York for the benefit of needy children. An estimated $4 million was raised.

i am a pig who likes lipstick...and kermie! (Affrodite original quote for today)

LOL!!!

I feel like I’m at an NBA basketball game when the monitor starts flashing stuff like “Stand On Your Feet!”, “Make Some Noise!”, “Rise Up!”.

Or in Mystikal’s song “Bouncing Back (Bumping Me Against The Wall)”

You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before
But until you seen me…trust me

You ain’t seen bouncin’ back!

Obama, don’t let them nail you with that “lipstick on a pig” comment.  I’m just waiting for your great comeback.  The one that will renew the faith of any Doubting Thomases (adding link because i am often reminded by my hubby that sometimes i use phrases that are unfamiliar to some) out there.

I ran across this post this morning that I thought was a good read.

from blog The Real Barack Obama , article BATCHELOR: “LIPSTICK” (UPDATED)

Damnit!  Obama, you betta…

enuff said. 

Ya, I bet your company had a brochure with a picture like this on the front of it with lots of words like “diversity,” “inclusion,” and “value” in it.

They were at your NSBE conferences, NBMBAA conferences, all smiles, shiny displays, the best giveaways.

You were hooked, weren’t you?

Gym onsite. Nice walking path around the building with picnic benches and maybe a little pond with a fountain.

State of the art applies to every aspect of your work experience, right?

Then your first reality check hits you and your diversity utopia, comes crumbling down like a thunderstorm on what was a beautiful day.

I don’t generally like to use this blog for me, me, me stories but I’ve got to share this with you. After a work meeting the other day, a few of us were hanging around and the subject of politics came up. Generally, that’s my cue to head for the door especially when we do have a black man running for president. I just don’t want to be around for some shit that’s gonna piss me off. Well, I was trying to finish my green tea and stuck I was.

…and then it happened….

The lady sitting right next to me found her only contribution to the conversation, “I don’t know. I’m just don’t like to vote for a president whose middle name is Hussein.”

A few people didn’t catch it (or maybe couldn’t believe their ears) and asked her to repeat it…several times, to which she did obligingly.

Shit! I just was not in the mood for getting pissed off or having to school anyone. I’ve already been tagged the angry black woman. Besides, I was chillin’, sippin’ my green tea y’all!

So, to my rescue comes a West Point grad who has traveled the world with the military and speaks a cazillion languages. The white guy who on the surface would appear like someone who would embody entitlement, but I find him intriguing. He’s well read and always brings depth to the conversation.

I went into childlike mode, literally covering my ears after she first said it and yelling (literally), “la la la la la la, I don’t want to hear this.” She still chose to repeat herself, again and again, sitting right next to me.

So Mr. West Point replies, “Well, that’s racist,” and I look at him with a thank you in my eyes for him being the one to call that out.

The rest of the room did what most people do which annoys me, try to throw a bath mat over the giant elephant of a comment by weighing in on their more “sound” political stances. One even tried to make me “feel better” by saying, “Well, I think it’s time.”

Like someone set some appointment on their Outlook calendar and they just got their 15 minute alert saying, “Remember that appointment you made to vote for a black president? Well, your time is now.”

WTF????

The Hussein-phobe eventually closed her argument with what she felt was a light hearted joke, “I guess there are ignorant people out there like me,” with a smile almost smurkish in nature.

Now for some history (this is the bonus track. you can move on with your reading of other web frivolity or read some more.)

I have been telling my husband that this lady never speaks to me and we work so closely together. She literally just doesn’t say anything to me, unless she absolutely must utter a word. I even approached her a few months back saying that I’d like to talk sometime because I feel like perhaps I’ve rubbed her the wrong way and I’d like to know what is concerning her. You know how women get (and I am a woman). They find one random thing to not like and hold onto it and justify it ’til kingdom come.

I never went back to her to talk about our rapport. I get enough of a lashing for being so vocal at work that I didn’t want to invite another opportunity. My husband immediately said she’s racist just based on the fact that she wouldn’t talk to me, but I didn’t want to believe it. You know, I’m the dreamer. A Pisces. Everything is rainbows and butterflies, but I have a tender heart and I just couldn’t bear another dose of that bitter pill that is corporate America.

Of course, I tell my husband the Hussein story and he gives me the, “I told you so.” I’m just so over it. I rejoined corporate America after going to grad school and having had my own business (that paid way more but just wasn’t fulfilling) and will likely return to my own gig (maybe this blogging will pop off) or get with another entrepreneur and work something on a smaller scale.

Not that this sole comment has tipped me over, it just comes at a time where I’m weary of all the bullshit that comes with corporate America.

Stupid racist mutha fuckas! (aaah! that felt good. and i can say it because it’s my garsh darn blog!)

p.s. you should do a google image search on “angry black woman.” the results are entertaining and actually might make you an “angry black woman” after you scroll through a few pages and see how many times Michelle Obama’s photo comes up.

The following was sent to me by aw in an email…  Read it and let me know what you think about Sophia’s perspective.  I believe this editorial was originally from the Washington Post, but it is not clear from the message.

Black.  Female.  Accomplished.  Attacked

By Sophia A. Nelson
Sunday, July 20, 2008; B01

There she is — no, not Miss America, but the Angela-Davis-Afro-wearing, machine-gun-toting, angry, unpatriotic Michelle Obama, greeting her husband with a fist bump instead of a kiss on the cheek.

It was supposed to be satire, but the caricature of Barack Obama and his wife that appeared on the cover of the New Yorker last week rightly caused a major flap. And among black professional women like me and many of my sisters in the Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority, who happened to be gathered last week in Washington for our 100th anniversary celebration, the mischaracterization of Michelle hit the rawest of nerves.

Welcome to our world.

We’ve watched with a mixture of pride and trepidation as the wife of the first serious African American presidential contender has weathered recent campaign travails — being called unpatriotic for a single offhand remark, dubbed a black radical because of something she wrote more than 20 years ago and plastered with the crowning stereotype: “angry black woman.” And then being forced to undergo a politically mandated “makeover” to soften her image and make her more palatable to mainstream America.

Sad to say, but what Obama has undergone, though it’s on a national stage and on a much more prominent scale, is nothing new to professional African American women. We endure this type of labeling all the time. We’re endlessly familiar with the problem Michelle Obama is confronting — being looked at, as black women, through a different lens from our white counterparts, who are portrayed as kinder, gentler souls who somehow deserve to be loved and valued more than we do. So many of us are hoping that Michelle — as an elegant and elusive combination of successful career woman, supportive wife and loving mother — can change that.

“Ain’t I a woman?” Sojourner Truth famously asked 157 years ago. Her ringing question, demanding why black women weren’t accorded the same privileges as their white counterparts, still sums up the African American woman’s dilemma today: How are we viewed as women, and where do we fit into American life?

“Thanks to the hip-hop industry,” one prominent black female journalist recently said to me, all black women are “deemed ‘sexually promiscuous video vixens’ not worthy of consideration. If other black women speak up, we’re considered angry black women who complain. This society can’t even see a woman like Michelle Obama. All it sees is a black woman and attaches stereotypes.”

Black women have been mischaracterized and stereotyped since the days of slavery and minstrel shows. In more recent times, they’ve been portrayed onscreen and in popular culture as either sexually available bed wenches in such shows as the 2000 docudrama “Sally Hemings: An American Scandal,” ignorant and foolish servants such as Prissy from “Gone With the Wind” or ever-smiling housekeepers, workhorses who never complain and never tire, like the popular figure of Aunt Jemima.

Even in the 21st century, black women are still bombarded with media and Internet images that portray us as loud, aggressive, violent and often grossly obese and unattractive. Think of the movies “Norbit” or “Big Momma’s House,” or of the only two black female characters in “Enchanted,” an overweight, aggressive traffic cop and an angry divorcée amid all the white princesses.

On the other hand, when was the last time you saw a smart, accomplished black professional woman portrayed on mainstream television or in the movies? If Claire Huxtable on “The Cosby Show” comes to mind, remember that she left the scene 16 years ago.

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This one’s for North Carolina! C’mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it ’round yo head
Spin it like a helicopter
North Carolina! C’mon and raise up
This one’s for you, uh-huh, this one’s for who?
Us, us, us; yes sir!

Yes! The land of Petey Pablo let the country know that we are not so stupid after all. The cheap shots from Hillary’s camp accentuated by Rev Wright and his version of “damage control” or too much time in the spotlight bounced off Obama voters like rubber bullets. I bet Obama is dusting his shoulders off. He should’ve done that move at his victory speech!

Ugggh! Is it me or is this is like the longest road trip of your life trapped with all of your family in a jumbo conversion van in hot, humid August with no air conditioning that will never end!?!? Imagine what it must be like for Mr. Audacity of Hope? When the hell is Hillary going to throw in the towel? I can’t wait to see her resignation speech.

Now all of CNN’s attention is focused on overanlayzing and hypothesizing about Indiana. I can’t bear to watch anymore.

UPDATE 5/8: So he lost Indiana by 1.7% As one of my siblings said “that’s like the margin of error” (that’s for you statisticians out there).

Hillary, shall we start playing Ruben Studdard’s “Celebrate Me Home”?

…and he has seen the glory of the coming of the Lord! Watch out folks! Obama’s still got it.

Go watch or read his speech given in Philadelphia. I’m still waking my brain up, but I promise to post my reaction. Thanks, Aisha, for keeping me in the know. In the meantime, if you have any thoughts of your own, please share.

http://my.barackobama.com/page/community/post/samgrahamfelsen/gGBbKG

UPDATE:

A. I had this brilliant post and then my computer just cut off and I lost it. I’m so mad because you can’t recreate creativity. It’s an oxymoron.
B. I still felt compelled to say something because I was so moved after hearing Obama’s speech.

Here we go…

This was another brilliant Obama moment. Everyone seems to share a particular speech of Obama’s that sealed the deal regarding their support or feelings about him. This speech did that for me today. Admittedly, I have kind of sat on the sidelines stunned but intrigued by this guy. I kept wanting to know “what’s the catch?” or as “Making the Band” legendary choreographer Laurie Ann Gibson would say…the “gotcha gotcha!” (Damn Diddy for kicking her to the curb, but I honestly don’t know exactly how all the drams went down other than what I saw on tv) Living in this country will do that to you. Don’t get me wrong, I was cheering for him, but from a distance. Today, he reeled me in, front and center, to his message, his purpose. Today was my Obaptism*.

Keep the comments coming. I want to know your reactions to Barack’s speech today on the subject of race. This very well could end up as the 21st century version of Martin Luther King’s I Have Been to the Mountaintop speech. I say that with with some reservation because that was MLK’s famous last words and I, no manner shape or form, want to insinuate that Obama is a martyr. Barack, rather, is walking us through history, shedding one of those ultraviolet lights to pick up the uglies of our present, and inviting us to shape our future.

The answer is not in party lines. It’s in doing what’s right for America, people.

For those of you who want to brush up on MLK’s I’ve Been to the Mountaintop speech can click here:

http://americanrhetoric.com/speeches/mlkivebeentothemountaintop.htm

or here: http://publicradio.org/tools/media/player/americanradioworks/features/sayitplain/mlking

The site American Rhetoric was an interesting find of mine today in general. Click below for the homepage. I think I’ll add it to my links as well since it’s a good reference.

http://americanrhetoric.com

*…btw…just remember, you heard me say Obaptism here first