The way I and the people my age (24-31) view Obama has evolved over the years is absolutely fascinating. This thing has layers

Speaking for myself, I’ve gone through the entire gamut of emotions surrounding him and his legacy. Pride. Lionizing. Apathy. Disappointment. Ambivalence. Critique. Pride again. Confusion. Wistful longing. Disappointment again.

I’ve read a couple excerpts from his book and...yeah. He was that guy. He was that dude. But also, in many ways, in important ways, he was not.

I’m proud of him, and I wanted more from him.

But also, regretfully, the type of Obama that we could have gotten more from is not the type of Obama that could have been elected President. And that...idk...that really really sucks.

I wonder what it’s like to have a leader that actually reflects my own interests. Maybe that’s the thing I’m most of jealous concerning white people. They are able to have their own politics fully embodied in the presidency of this country in a way ill never, ever, ever see.

I was 17 or 18 when Obama first got elected.

Know what’s funny? what’s really really funny? I remember being proud of white people. For their growth. Their willingness to vote a black man into the presidency.

Whew. Boy.

The...disillusionment. With him, and with white folks.