@okie,
No Okie, Republicans are skilled in the art of "doublespeak". Coded language that skilled racists use so as NOT to be called racist. They don't speak the obvious words; no, they use words like, "inexperienced", "he's not an American", "we're going to show THEM, by storming the White House and getting THEM, OUT of our house", just spoken yesterday by Pat Boone! "Why can't the kids go to public school", referring to Sasha and Malia. "Why does she wear sleeveless clothes", referring to Mrs. Obama. And on and on. The party of NO can't find ANY redeeming value of a couple that has done all the things society says Blacks should do to show their "patriotism" and be more like "one of us"! Obama didn't wear a "flag" pin like Bush & Cheney, Cheney being the best "draft dodger" in the 20th century, so Obama began wearing one and that not being good enough, was criticized FOR wearing one! Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Let's face it, it's his color isn't it? Not WHITE enough? Hell, he's only HALF!
Shoot! At least I know how he became half. For millions of Blacks descended from Slaves in the United States, FEW of us know who we descended from, by design! My great grandmother, a former slave, had 2 sets of children. 1 set by her husband and another from her master! I questioned my mother as to who her father was from. She answered, "her husband". I'm not sure my mother was telling the truth, but at that time, I believed anything my Mother said to me. I was taught to never be alone on the street, never speak to strangers and avoid whites. It was for my safety.
Things your mother teaches you. The whites in our neighborhood was exempt from this warning, as all colors in my neighborhood were Catholic. In addition to tending to us, my Mother tended their families in times of illness, death or trouble, in addition to caring for 4 children. Everybody loved my mother and she told us that our neighbors were "good" white people. So I grew up with a sense that not all whites were bad. I loved them like they were relatives. Played in their yards and ate from their tables. It was a crazy kind of segregation, because we couldn't sit together on the bus or in church. On our street we virtually did everything together. I still love them.