By Tom Quiner
That was the word used by the Obama campaign to dismiss Dinesh D’Souza’s popular movie: “2016: Obama’s America.” (I highly encourage you to see this film.)
His premise: Mr. Obama’s seeming anti-Americanism in the eyes of many was nurtured by an anti-colonialist father and the anti-colonialist friends with whom he associated.
Mr. Obama himself nurtures this image with his own words:
“To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students. The foreign students. The Chicanos. The Marxist professors and structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets. We smoked cigarettes and wore leather jackets. At night, in the dorms, we discussed neocolonialism, Franz Fanon, Eurocentrism, and patriarchy. When we ground out our cigarettes in the hallway carpet or set our stereos so loud that the walls began to shake, we were resisting bourgeois society’s stifling conventions. We weren’t indifferent or careless or insecure. We were alienated.
But this strategy alone couldn’t provide the distance I wanted, from Joyce or my past. After all, there were thousands of so-called campus radicals, most of them white and tenured and happily tolerant. No, it remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names.”
Was Dinesh D’Souza’s documentary on Barack Obama nonsense? Not according to Barack Obama.