This is not about grits in the White House we have had Presidents that have eaten grits before.  Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, George Bush and don't forget we have had a few Presidents from the south.  This is not about The first President to openly admitt that he loves basketball and that he not only loves to play but loves his Bulls so much that he would attend a game in the nations capitol and openly root for his team against his new hometown team. This is also not about the new dog, the first lady's dresses or whether he smokes in the White House or not. I do not care if a President smokes there are more serious threats to his health than that!
   I have found myself frequently wondering  why I hang on his every word, why I feel the need to watch whenever he is on. Why I cry every other speech. Why I feel I know his pain (his grandmother's passing). Why does every trip fill me with excitement at his new adventure. Why his kids I would protect with my own life.Why the health and welfare of his family is so important to me. Family that is the key. I feel like President Obama and Michelle are family. Cousins , brother , sister, the girls neices.
   A common misconception used to be that all Black people look alike. Well we don't. I am short and dark and yes I do have big ears ,  but other than that there are no similarites between me and President Obama. He is smarter and more, much more educated. He is taller than I. I had to join the Navy to get to Hawaii. Also he now resides in the most famous house in the world. I had to move back home (yeah with my mother. no not the basement). It is a wonderfull thing to see someone who so reminds you of where you came from and who you are, to be the focus of the world. It is remarkable to see someone who could be a member of your family tackling the hardest job in the world and working  it. Having Stevie Wonder play in his living room. Are you kidding me?
   So Black People and I know this for fact, we adopt family, play cousins come to mind and Aunts that are your moms best friend and not really an aunt. Uncles well let's not talk about where  adopted (or fake) uncles come from. But Obama is my adopted brother and I hope my real brother Jeff understands. When you feel a bond where there has never been any human contact then you are either very foolish, a mentally ill stalker, or someone who understands the human connection. I realize that a man who looks like me, but not really. A man who married a woman that reminds me of most of the women I have ever known. A man who's real best friend is a man who used to be my little play cousin (that's another story (read my blog). Maybe now you can see just because he eats grits does not make him family. But a Stevie Wonder fan now that is a different story.