From "Dreams of my father," Obama meets his half brother who has embraced civilization. Obama is angered that he has no sympathy for Africa or African culture. His brother says:
"Other things move me. Beethoven's symphonies. Shakespeare's sonnets. I know—it's not what an African is supposed to care about. But who's to tell me what I should and shouldn't care about?"
Obama never spoke to him again.
After Obama visited a rich, white, girl's house (a chick whom he was dating), he broke up with her. Again, from his autobiography:
"The family knew every inch of the land, … the names of the earliest white settlers—their ancestors … I realized that our two worlds, my friend's and mine, were as distant from each other as Kenya is from Germany. And I knew that if we stayed together I'd eventually live in hers … I pushed her away."
He rejected his white blood. He wanted nothing to do with it. That's fine. As far as I am concerned, any drop of black blood makes you black anyhow.
He is a black supremacist. Fine. I prefer whites. But, there will not be a black supremacist president in a primarily white country.