Out from Under the Bus-- Obamagramma's real story

Barack Obama has sacrificed his grandmother's reputation in this world in order to improve his chances of winning an election.

The one thing all white people fear (if they have any sense) is somehow acquiring the tag of 'racist'. It's impossible to shed, impossible to prove a negative; and it can ruin you, financially, socially, literally. The Jerksons and Shrimptons have used it well, this magical sword which holds rational discussion at bay and compels their enemies to submit.

Now Obama has given this terrible burden to his own grandmother, just to advance his political career.

But as you see here, things are not what they seem. In his book, Obama tells the story of his grandmother's adventure at a bus stop, when she is accosted by a black panhandler and he genuinely frightens her with his aggression.

The speech he made this week said 'she was afraid of black men in the street', or some such. In reality, she was afraid of ONE black man who was acting aggressively toward her.

What's even worse is that in the book, Obama says it's his grandfather who regretfully told him his grandmother was a racist. The poor man felt terrible even saying it, and probably died with a truckload of guilt pressing down on him.

It might have been hard growing up half black in a white world, as did Obama, but I suspect this glimpse into his family interactions reveals it might have been just as hard being an older white family raising a black son. None of us is immune to external pressure and internal guilt.

The grandfather is dead. The grandmother is sequestered from the media.

If I was a white member of this family I'd be calling my lawyer right about now.

The race, so to speak, goes on.