Okay, granted, I didn't help myself by routinely getting pounded as the "class nigger-lover" back in school, or when I got
To paraphrase the old Hollywood motto:
Who do I have to fuck with to be called a racist around here?!
Okay, fine. I'm gonna give this one last stab and then I'm going back to just writing whatever I feel like.
You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read "Porgy" by Dubose and Dorothy Heyward, and check out the character of the charlatan Lawyer Brown, who exploits the hapless denizens of Catfish Row with his bogus legal advice.
You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read "The Emperor Jones" by Eugene O'Neill, in which a corrupt thug dictator destroys himself battling his nameless little fears and inner demons while ignoring the true destruction closing in on him.
You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read Henrik Ibsen's "Peer Gynt"... especially the onion-peeling scene.
You want to understand Barack Obama? Go read Ibsen's "The League of Youth", and see if you recognize the character of the lawyer StensgÄrd, "unhampered by character, conviction or social position."
And while you're at it, if you want to understand Rahm Emanuel, go ahead and read Christopher Marlowe's "The Jew of Malta."
There won't be a quiz. But there might be recognition.
So. Am I a raaaaacist yet?
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