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I read Hillary Clinton's new comments about Rev. Jeremiah Wright with interest. In case you missed it, the former first lady told reporters that if she were a member of the Trinity United Church of Christ, she would've moved her membership after hearing what she referred to as his divisive remarks. In fact, her exact quote was, I think that given all we have heard and seen, he would not have been my pastor." She said this to deflect criticism over her erroneous accounts of her Bosnia trip.

If I had any doubt about my support for Barack Obama before, I certainly don't now. First of all, I find it amazing how Hillary waited to weigh in on the controversy surrounding Obama's association with Rev. Wright until she was in the hot seat. Reporters have been asking her about the controversy since it first came to light, but she used her response as a "Get out of Jail Free" card. She basically said, "Yes, I made a 'mistake' by saying that I landed in a war-torn situation, but at least I wouldn't associate with someone like Rev. Wright."

It's apparent to me that Hillary has absolutely no sense of loyalty whatsoever. I loved the way Barack put it when he said:

"I can no more disown [Rev. Wright] than I can disown the black community. I can no more disown him than I can my white grandmother -– a woman who helped raise me, a woman who sacrificed again and again for me, a woman who loves me as much as she loves anything in this world, but a woman who once confessed her fear of black men who passed by her on the street, and who on more than one occasion has uttered racial or ethnic stereotypes that made me cringe. These people are a part of me. And they are a part of America, this country that I love."

Hillary's insistence on throwing Rev. Wright under the bus makes me wonder whether or not she'll treat our allies like that if they say or do something that doesn't "sit well" with the American public. Will her foreign policy shift in the face of "political correctness?"

Furthermore, White America loves to act as if racism is just a figment of Black America's imagination. Anytime any racial issue comes up, White America loves to dismiss it and sweep it under the rug. Their attitude is, "Look, we gave you people the right to vote and equality in education. As if that weren't enough, we gave you breaks to make sure a certain number of you can slip in to our world. We stop lynching you and made you equal citizens. Isn't that enough?"

The truth of the matter is that even though laws were passed, the enforcement of the legislation leaves a lot to be desired. In the new millennium, African Americans are still dealing with "firsts." General Colin Powell was the first black Secretary of State in 2001, Ruth Simmons became the first black president of an Ivy League institution (Brown University) in 2001, and in 2008, David Patterson became the first black governor of New York.

I won't even bore you with the statistics of disparities in health care, education, and economics. Just know, White America, that Black America has NOT overcome.

Furthermore, I like the way Barack chose to meet his critics head-on with a speech that conveyed what a lot of people in this country feel without offending anyone in particular. The Senator from Illinois chose to set aside the "politics as usual" banner and speak the truth from his heart. After 16 years of lies, deceptions, and cover ups, his candidness is a refreshing change.

Hillary, on the other hand, is not only functioning in the "politics as usual" vein, she's also living in a fantasy world. She's lost the majority of the primaries and caucuses in this election. She's not leading in delegates. Yet she's still holding on to the idea of being the Democratic nominee. In the immortal words of Kenny Rogers, Mrs. Clinton needs to, quote, "know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, and know when to run." Her main problem was that she did what Kenny said to never do, "count your money while you're sitting at the table." In fact, he said that, "there'll be time enough for counting when the deal was done."

Could someone please tell Bill Clinton's wife that the deal is done, and she's come up short?

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