I think at a very young age, he was an acute and accurate observer of people. He had to be. There wasn’t a mother She was our la-de-dadaing amongs dirt poor rurual people that dreamed of being dishwashers in Detroit, and whom she did her best to keep them in their hell that she saw as some anti-capitilistic idylic paradise free or white people. His father couldn’t leave him fast enough. No brother or sister. The only uncle Frank Marshall Davis was a drunk, child molesting pervert who may be Obama’s real father.
Check this:
http://justoneminute.typepad.com/main/2008/10/why-obamas-colu.html
It may explain another reason for a tie between Obama and Ayers in New York in the early eighties.