Finally, Barack Obama was forced to admit that Wright is wrong!
For a New York minute, I actually found myself feeling sorry for Obama, who got blind-sided Monday at the National Press Club by his arrogant former pastor. That’s the kind of mesmerizing effect Obama has on people.
I didn’t swoon, mind you. When I found myself getting light-headed and my mind numbing, I reached for the antidote, Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance, Obama’s racially-charged autobiography that was written long before any thought of running for political office popped into his head or any of Tony Rezko’s money made that thought viable. Continue reading “When Wright is Wrong”