From ' Dreams from My Father' "One night I took her to see a new play by a black playwright. It was a very angry play, but very funny. Typical black American humor. The audience was mostly black, and everybody was laughing and clapping and hollering like they were in church. After the play was over, my friend started talking about why black people were so angry all the time. I said it was a matter of rememberingnobody asks why Jews remember the Holocaust, I think I saidand she said thats different, and I said it wasnt, and she said that anger was just a dead end. We had a big fight, right in front of the theater. When we got back to the car she started crying. She couldnt be black, she said. She would if she could, but she couldnt. She could only be herself, and wasnt that enough." Obama: That was not her, he said. That was an example of compression I was very sensitive in my book not to write about my girlfriends, partly out of respect for them. So that was a consideration. I thought that [the anecdote involving the reaction of a white girlfriend to the angry black play] was a useful theme to make about sort of the interactions that I had in the relationships with white girlfriends. And so, that occupies, what, two paragraphs in the book? My attitude was it would be dishonest for me not to touch on that at all so that was an example of sort of editorially how do I figure that out?" Jeez... is there anything about this man that is "real"?