Racism?

I wrote this earlier today on a forum. Because I feel so strongly about the issue, I want to say it again. Here's how I feel about the president.

"Quite frankly, his whole platform of change is based on one thing, and it's not his policies. Many of his cabinet members worked for Clinton (or are Clintons). His campaign used old Democrat strategies and policies: big spending, helping the "poor", peace abroad, etc. What I don't understand is why everyone keeps harping on his color. If it's wrong to keep a man out of a job for his color, how is it right to put him there because of it? I haven't heard very many people, for him or against him, who have commented solely on his policies, or more importantly, his past actions. Everyone says how great it is that he's black but very few people comment on how great it is that Clarence Thomas is black or Condoleezza Rice is black (and a woman).

"When I look at Bush, I don't see a white man. I see a man who did what he thought was right; sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed. When I look at Obama, I don't see a black man. I see a man with leftist ideas; I see a man whose very short history in government is tainted with terrorist/racist associations (Bill Ayers, Jeremiah Write) and extreme pro-abortion policies (voting no to the Illinois Born Alive Infant Protection Act multiple times). I see a socialist who will not protect this nation or its interests."

I'm with the press

A couple of days ago, I got back from a week-long stay in the Alamo city: San Antonio, TX. My goal was to attend and report on the San Antonio Independent Christian Film Festival, a division of Vision Forum ministries. While many events occurred that made me stand in silence, like shaking hands with Dean Jones, Kirk Cameron, and the producers of Expelled, I was most stunned by the way people responded to my press pass.

Everyone wants notoriety, but not everyone wants to talk to the news people. Some of the big shots who I approached would give me suspicious looks and grill me on the newspaper I wrote for. Those I talked to who had little experience with the media would brighten when I told them who I represented and eagerly turn toward me, ready for their chance at getting their name in print. Finally, those who I wasn't speaking to professionally, but nonetheless saw the brilliantly emblazoned word "press" on my chest would look at my face, look at my badge, and look at my face again with a totally different expression. The words "veiled awe" comes to mind.

Rather than make me arrogant, as would so likely be the case, I have tried to use the last week to realize that I'm not really anybody. When Dean Jones talked about "Walt [this]...and Walt said [that]..." it reminded me that my press badge was just a piece of paper, printed by a normal computer, laminated by a normal laminating machine anyone could buy. I haven't done anything extraordinary.

"It's not who I am inside but what I do that defines me."--Batman