You put on the biggest Sambo smiles you could muster, lathered yourselves up in honey, strapped pounds of raw salmon to your bodies, and laid in bed with a damn grizzly bear. Your justification? You hoped - with no clear indications - that bear magically decided to go vegan at some point in the 24 hours prior to your meeting. You took a gamble that the person behind the $300 Million email was really your long lost billionaire uncle from Nigeria and not some con-artist scammer. You lost that gamble, bigly.
We needed something more than a caricature of blackness. We wanted more than a cool walk, a voice with a soulfully southern twang, and a Cosby Show-esque picture perfect family. We didn't need someone who simply looked like us. We needed someone who would fight for us, an advocate, and an ally. Unfortunately, I'm still not sold on the idea that we found one in Barack Obama.
Apparently, the latest trend in mass media is to invoke the name of Martin Luther King, Jr. anytime issues of race present themselves. So you ask "What would Martin Luther King think"? He would probably said, "Job well done, son".