I worked at the Fort Worth office at the beginning of the last census in 2009. Our manager was a younger black lady recently transplanted from Chicago as her husband was with the railroad. She had that “We the sh^t, whitey” attitude. It chafed, but I kept my mouth shut to put bread on the table.
“It chafed, but I kept my mouth shut to put bread on the table.”
Many of us have to do that; the problem for Obama is there is only one place for us to air our grievances without fear of reprisals: the ballot box.