Despite all this ugliness, there was no denying that seeing this black man elected president—with that black-ass name of Barack Hussein Obama, married to a black-ass woman named Michelle, who not only was accomplished in her own right but also showed she had autonomy outside of being someone’s wife, and together the two of them raised two black-ass kids—had lulled me into a false sense of security. It felt like a new era, and that anything was possible because there was proof of it every day inside the White House. It felt like actual, groundbreaking change, but now that this nation is two
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