Trump Is The Right-Wing Obama
Not the hero we need or deserve.
January 20th, 2009. Five-year-old Dillon M’s kindergarten teacher announces that the whole class is going to watch a “really special event” on TV. Something that’s never happened before.
And sure enough, at midday, she rolls a big, old-fashioned TV into class, hooks it up to a computer, and a live feed of Barack Obama’s inauguration flashes up on the screen:
…that’s when my mouth dropped. On the screen, for one of the first times I can ever remember, I was looking at someone who looked like me. He had dark skin like I had, his hair was short, just like mine […] I had no idea what had just happened, I had no idea who this man was, but from what I’d heard, he was pretty important. And he was black! That was crazy! […]
I don’t remember many days from kindergarten […] But I will remember that day until the day I die. That was the day a black man became the most powerful man in the world.
It’s hard to overstate the significance of Barack Obama’s election. The sense of new possibilities, the wave of relief and vindication, the proof, for the first time in many people’s lives, that “someone like them” could make it to the White House.
Obama wasn’t just a politician, his appeal wasn’t limited to tax breaks and affordable…
