Dreams From My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance

by Barack Obama

I had nothing to escape from except my own inner doubt.

“Naive? You’re calling me naive? Uh-uh. I don’t think so. If anybody’s naive, it’s you. You’re the one who seems to think he can run away from himself. You’re the one who thinks he can avoid what he feels.”

Look at yourself before you pass judgment. Don’t make someone else clean up your mess. It’s not about you.