The difficulties for America in having a truly black president

Morgan Freeman, a man who lets his periodic acting roles as God and other authority figures go to his head, has now announced that it’s okay to castigate Barack Obama, because Obama isn’t really black.  Instead, he’s half white.

It seems cavalier at this junction to point out that Morgan Freeman’s pale coffee skin puts him in the same situation as Barack Obama:  Freeman obviously has white DNA floating around in there too.  Guess we can knock him off the list of “African-American actors.”  He’s a somewhat-white American actor.

The truth that no one the so-called black community, or in most of the white community, wants to acknowledge, is that American blacks aren’t black in that way that, say, African blacks are.  I’m not talking about culture, either.  I’m talking about genetic legacy.  You only have to look at American blacks to realize that, somewhere in the bloodline, there’s white DNA.  It’s a pathetic commentary on the systemic rapes black women experienced in America’s history, but it’s also a genetic fact.

If you want a “black-black” president, you have to get a first generation American kid, both of whose parents came from Africa — and who can prove that no white genes ever touched their family trees.  That’s easier to do in Africa than America.  But then you have to ask — how “authentically” black is that young person going to be in the house of those sort-of-black, somewhat-white Americans who populate the halls of the Democrat party?