I was having a conversation with my friend Negro Intellectual over how for so many children the Obamas will be their first real image of a president and First Lady. Just as I have some dusty memories of Reagan, Iran Contra and the fall of the Berlin Wall, countless children will have the Obamas as their first taste of our political process on its highest level. I can only dream and hope what that could do for the self-esteem of countless children who can finally shake off some of the pessimism of their parents, grandparents and anti-intellectual peers and look towards a slightly brighter future — if only in the aspirational sense.
Other than the ghosts of black history past and Thurgood Marshall, all my heroes were remarkably older than me or dead. (And every month was black history month at The Snob house.) I was always frustrated how my peers seemed to only know and love athletes and entertainers and I was some sort of freak because I’d been raised to admire the artists of the Harlem Renaissance. (All who advocated a rigorous education and unbridled creativity with a healthy dose of pragmatism with a touch of hope.) Nothing like trying to argue that by being a nerd I was truly “blacker than black” to sixth graders who believed Bobby Brown’s Gumby fade proved otherwise.
If Barack and Michelle do nothing but give nerdy black kids the respect (and the much needed break) they deserve, I will die a happy nerd.
Teach on, First Lady. Teach on.
Sidenote: This goes without saying really, but … she looks pretty awesome. Love the mint sweater top with the woven knit skirt and heels. Even the blue belt. Very nice.