Dreams from My Father, Pathology from My Mother

“Indonesian blacksmithing is spiritually powerful and sacred, and an area exclusive to men. The story is that blacksmiths forged human souls for the next generation” -Alice Dewey, University of Hawaii West African writer L.E. Ikenga explains that Barack Obama’s platitudes about race in America were useless in understanding who he is. Throughout the president’s much-adored book, Dreams From My Father, Obama claims his identity as African—even as he exploits the historical struggles of blacks in America to suit his own purposes.

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Ikenga postulates that Obama is an old school African Colonial who is well on his way to turning the United States into a third rate nation. Africa is poorly understood by Americans, and this ignorance has served Obama well as he continues to deceive the country. “The African Colonial (AC) is a person who by means or their birth or lineage has a direct connection with Africa.” The African Colonial’s worldview has been shaped by European imperialism, rather than the indigenous beliefs of a specific tribe. The African Colonial has little true appreciation for his original culture and traditions, and rather uses them the way one might use a piece of costume jewelry. The African Colonial abhors Western culture yet craves the trappings of wealth and prestige. Obama, in his quasi memoir, carried the “blame whitey” theme throughout the text, which is the typical platform for the African Colonial Politician. Barack Hussein Obama, Senior, carried the African Colonial’s rage and resentment toward colonial conquerors that he perceived as destroying his homeland. This anger drives the African Colonial to embrace leftist ideologies as a mechanism for seizing power. Barack Junior has set about the well-worn road most traveled by despots by attacking America’s traditions such as his “bitter clinger” rant. Obama has assaulted Americans with the largest transfer of private wealth in the nation’s history and is hell-bent on confiscating as many privately held resources as he can. Obama and his followers over value his Ivy League education in hopes of fooling the masses into thinking they really do know best. And, as Ikenga’s African Colonial politician invariably does, Obama lies regularly to the American people about the fictional progress being made to repair the economy. In the land of the Obamanutz, questioning the African Colonial-in-Chief is evidence of the doubter’s racism and ignorance. Obama used Dreams to stake out and claim his African heritage. His antipathy for our European allies is flagrant. Barack Senior’s early abandonment of his son calls into question just how much imprinting he could have done in shaping Barack Junior‘s African Colonial ethos. For all of the pandemonium propagated by the Dreams From My Father fable, the story of Obama’s father is a diversion contrived to further camouflage his identity. Obama‘s ersatz narratives empowered him to inveigle multiple voting groups. For all of the advertising about Obama being a post racial candidate, he is preoccupied with race and manipulates racial sensibilities to gain advantage. It would be more truthful to characterize Obama as the post-American president. Obama’s mother, Stanley Ann Dunham, was not the Dorothy in Kansas heartland girl he fabricated during his campaign. Notwithstanding Obama’s dreamy concoctions about the mythology surrounding his father, the predominant influences on him came from his mother and grandparents who were the authors of much of his Anti-American resentment. Obama never needed his father’s coaching to learn to loathe America. His mother had little approbation for American traditions and values. Dunham may have been altogether earnest in her belief that socialism was the best apparatus to help the impoverished Third Worlders with whom she so identified. Dunham seems to have been imbued with the theory of the noble savage; the belief that man in his primitive state was free and good. Man was corrupted, therefore, by the accumulation of private property, leading to inevitable inequitable outcomes. The noble savage myth presupposes that civilization is the cause of corruption. Note the consistency of this line of thinking with Ikenga’s writings about the African Colonial. Dunham’s parents were at ease with communism. Recall their affiliations with conspicuous communists, Paul Robeson and Frank Marshall Davis. Despite Obama’s efforts to minimize his grandparents’ religious beliefs, the family did indeed attend church. The Dunhams worshiped at “The Little Red Church on the Hill;” East Shore Unitarian Church. The church’s own website boasts of well publicized debates and forums that earned it the Red appellation. In the puerile fantasy world concocted by Ann Dunham, the Third World was where all of the good people were. When she migrated to Jakarta with little Barry, she promptly interjected herself into the local Javanese community. She was enchanted by the Javanese culture and rejected her second husband, Lolo Soetoro, when his career with Mobile Oil began to advance. She refused to attend social gatherings with his co-workers, insisting that they were not her people. Obama’s mother wouldn’t complete her doctoral dissertation until 1992, just a few years before her death. Her final work was the 1067 page tome, Peasant Blacksmithing in Indonesia: Surviving and Thriving Against All Odds. Blacksmithing in Indonesia is the exclusive province of males. How remarkable fervent feminist Ann Dunham would bestow so much time and effort to the study of a male dominated craft. According to Dewey, blacksmithing Indonesia style is something more than bending metal: “It’s powerful, spiritually powerful. The smithy area is sacred; women couldn’t go into that area. The story is that blacksmiths forged human souls for the next generation. There’s a carving in one of the temples depicting one of the demi-god heroes as a blacksmith. It’s highly symbolic. You put offerings on the anvil. So you have a sacred craft that developed over some 2000 years. In other words, the blacksmithing vocation, which so fascinated Barack Obama’s mother, is infused with magic and superstition.