Foreshadowed by his roots and bottle-rocket-like rise, Barack Obama’s legacy is one of betrayal and what might have been,… From the outset, he courted and was courted by the pillars of counter-revolution, his very blackness a cloak for his Manchurian mission.
by Jon Jeter
No strangers to winter’s tempestuousness, Chicagoans were nonetheless caught unprepared for the blizzard that blanketed the city with nearly two feet of snow over two days beginning Saturday, January 13, 1979 — pelting the prairie with flakes so big and white they seemed a hallucination. Despite assurances from City Hall that the Chicago Transit Authority was fully operational, commuters on their way to work Monday morning watched with both bemusement and white-hot rage as the El trains bypassed stations on the city’s mostly black South Side, leaving thousands, literally, out in the cold.
Chicago’s Democratic machine had never been responsive to the needs of its black constituents, but the death three years earlier of the city’s pharaoh, Mayor Richard J. Daley, had only exacerbated the problem, leaving African-Americans to wonder whether, if they merely continued to show up at the polls every four years to cast a ballot, they would be buried alive by the avalanche of racial animus emanating from City Hall.
Led by a muckraking black journalist named Lutrelle “Lu” Palmer, Chicago’s black community decided to field their own candidate to take on the Democratic machine in a city that was roughly a third white, a third Black, and a third Latino.