Blame Obama

I was really blessed to grow up with a wealth of political education around me. We didn’t have much, but we did have PLENTY of things to read and watch to develop my politics. I remember being a little Black boy and believing that I could change the world as a lawyer by fighting racism in the judicial system, knowing it was going to be extremely difficult, and eventually becoming the first Black President.

By the time Obama ran for president I had become very jaded of true equality coming from the United States government. Still, the idea that the year I would turn 18 would also be the year I would be able to cast a vote for the first Black President filled my heart with hope. Truthfully I had hoped he wouldn’t win the primary, I thought he was too centrist. I believed Dennis Kucinich was the candidate Democrats needed, but I recognized the writing on the wall and embraced Obama.

The Black “elite” community came out in a full court press to support Barack Obama; “rock the vote,” “vote or die,” “my president is Black my Lambo is blue.” Black celebrities LOVED Obama & it helped me to find comfort in co-opting my politics “for the culture.” I even had an Obama shirt, starting to truly believe a Black President would radically shake…