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There’s a recent clip circulating where Former President Barack Obama poses a deeply reflective and sobering question: Who are we as a country, and what values do we stand on?
It’s not just political—it’s personal. Watching him speak, you can see the emotion in his eyes. He’s careful with his words, as always, but the pain leaks through. There’s a quiet heaviness there, one that comes from being a man who carried the weight of history, expectations, and constant scrutiny—all while walking a tightrope no other president before or after has had to navigate in quite the same way.
This isn’t just about politics; it’s about pain, trauma, and double standards.
President Obama endured a presidency under a microscope. Every move he made, every word he spoke, every gesture he gave was dissected and judged. He couldn’t raise his voice. He couldn’t make a mistake. He couldn’t even wear a tan suit without the media erupting into chaos.
And yet today, we are witnessing an administration that breaks norms almost weekly—engaging in behavior, language, and policies that, had Obama done even a fraction of, he would have been publicly dragged, investigated, impeached, and politically exiled.
Where was this level of tolerance when he was in office? Why did he have to work twice as hard to get half the credit?
I remember a moment early in his presidency, a town hall meeting. A woman stood up and thanked him—not for policy, but for representation. She said she never thought she'd see someone who looked like her father, her brother, herself, as President. He smiled, but his eyes told a deeper story: one of generational hope and generational burden.
President Obama wasn’t just America’s first Black president—he was our mirror, our embodiment of what “hope” could look like. But that hope came at a price.
He faced birtherism, racist caricatures, the constant questioning of his citizenship, and conspiracy theories that tried to strip him of his very legitimacy. His wife, First Lady Michelle Obama, was insulted, dehumanized, and ridiculed despite being a Harvard-educated woman who carried herself with grace and excellence. Their daughters were children growing up in a fishbowl of hate masked as patriotism.
Let’s be clear: President Obama didn’t just lead. He performed under pressure that no president before him ever had to carry. He had to be perfect—not simply because of his role, but because of his race. And he did it with a dignity that we often failed to appreciate in the moment.
So when I saw that clip—him quietly questioning the soul of this nation—I felt him. I really did. That wasn’t just political commentary. That was a man who gave the best years of his life to serve a country that often didn’t want to serve him back.
And so I say:
President Obama, we are sorry.
Sorry that your brilliance was doubted.
Sorry that your patriotism was questioned.
Sorry that your Blackness was policed.
Sorry that you had to be twice as good, and even then, it was never enough for some.
But let me also say: Thank you.
Thank you for representing us with excellence.
Thank you for your restraint when you had every right to be angry.
Thank you for loving a country that didn’t always love you back.
And thank you for reminding us—through your words, your walk, and your work—what grace under fire truly looks like.
We still have a long way to go as a nation. But when history looks back, may it remember that once, there was a man who asked, "Who are we?"—and then answered it with his own life.
And I pray we’ll eventually become a nation that’s worthy of that answer.
Scripture:
"Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream." – Amos 5:24
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