"Obama Black" 12/26/2010
 
 This morning I was listening to Molly Johnson on CBC radio. She was being interviewed by Michael Enright; an old show from last year.
It was lovely to hear her voice as she sang song after song over the airwaves. It was also great to hear her talk about being biracial.
Her parents didn't have it easy as an interracial couple in America in the 1940s. They eventually came to Canada. 

I loved the interview, but what I want to talk about is the term I heard today - "Obama Black". Molly enthusiastically used it when she spoke of being mixed race.
I haven't heard it before. I have no idea if she made it up. But it struck me.
Obama Black.

I’m not sure how I feel about being Obama Black.

It's liberating and confining at the same time: on the one hand, being biracial just kicked it up a notch to presidential status. Woot! On the other, it feels weird to be considered in reference to someone else.  Now I'm not just biracial, I'm "Obama Black".
It suggests, of course, that we (including Obama) are not Black. If we were, we wouldn’t need a qualifier. That’s not a new idea. Being biracial is not Black or White afterall – it’s neither and both. But you can’t pin us down, because we all look so different. So many different shades, and features. It’s confusing, exotic, enticing, cute, frustrating, lonely….

I’m not surprised that we are not considered Black. But it’s almost like, just in case someone does (and that someone would likely be White, because Black people wouldn’t make that mistake) there is something to suggest you should think again.

Not Black – Obama Black.

It’s like making sure you have the right paint chip in the hardware store.

Not red, Napoleon Red.

The shade matters – in paint, and in skin colour.

 

 

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