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Having written a book on intellectual fraud, “Hoodwinked,” and being something of a literary detective, I had no doubt on reading Barack Obama’s 1995 memoir, “Dreams From My Father,” that Obama did not really write it.
The style is above his pay grade, way above.
As Obama tells the story of the book’s genesis, “a few publishers called” after he had been elected president of the Harvard Law Review in 1990.
In the real world, publishers don’t call unknowns unless someone influential prompts them. Obama does not tell us who.
Nor does Obama tell the reader how he got elected president of the Review in the first place. Historically, the position had gone to students whose writings in the Review had shown real skill.
Prior to his election, however, Obama had written only one unsigned note and that one heavily edited. Once elected, Obama contributed not a word.
As Matthew Franck has pointed out in National Review Online, “A search of the HeinOnline database of law journals turns up exactly nothing credited to Obama in any law review anywhere at any time.”
A Manhattan borough president for 12 years and the most powerful black politician in New York state, Sutton spoke knowingly with host Dominic Carter about the Obama candidacy.
“I was introduced to [Obama] by a friend,” Sutton told the interviewer. Sutton named the friend as “Dr. Khalid al-Mansour.” Sutton described al-Mansour as “the principle adviser to one of the world’s richest men.” The billionaire in question is Saudi Prince Al-Waleed bin Talal.
Knowing that Sutton had friends at Harvard, al-Mansour asked Sutton to “please write a letter in support of [Obama] … a young man that has applied to Harvard.”
Sutton gladly did so. Unclear in the interview is whether Sutton intervened to get Obama in to Harvard, to get him elected president of the Law Review, or both.
Khalid al-Mansour is a piece of work. Although impressively well connected, the Texas-born attorney and black separatist has not met the paranoid racial fantasy unworthy of his energy.
His many books include titles like “The Destruction of Western Civilization as Seen Through Islam” and “Will the West Rule Forever?”
“God gave you nothing,” al-Mansour says to the world’s Ashkenazi Jews in a typical rant. “The children from Poland and Russia were promised nothing. But they are stealing the land the same as the Christians stole the lands from the Indians in America.”
No matter how many books he has written, al-Mansour himself lacks the talent to have written “Dreams from My Father.” He was, however, one of many people in Obama’s network with enough money and influence to get the book written and published.
That network includes the inevitable Tony Rezko. The Syrian-born scalawag owed his bank account and his clout in Chicago politics to Jabir Herbert Muhammad, son of Nation of Islam founder Elijah Muhammad.
The younger Muhammad knew something about bogus memoirs. In the mid-1970s, he recruited the now celebrated writer Toni Morrison to “edit” Muhammad Ali’s fictionalized account of his life, “The Greatest.” Muhammad reviewed every page to make sure it hewed to the Nation’s racist worldview.
Muhammad made Rezko general manager of his company, Crucial Concessions, in 1983. Muhammad later created the Muhammad Ali Foundation to spread Islam and appointed his confidante Rezko executive director.
Just last week, Muhammad died in Chicago. “Jabir did much for the cause of Islam,” said the keynote speaker at the memorial, none other than Louis Farrakhan.
Much has been made of Rezko’s Catholic background. The question has to be asked how he could possibly head a foundation whose express purpose was to promote Islam around the world, let alone the racist Islamic cult, the Nation of Islam.
Khalid al-Mansour had other friends of influence in the literary and publishing world, foremost among them the late, literary leftist superstar and terrorist suck-up, Edward Said.
Said and Obama knew each other. A photo floating around the blogosphere shows the pair engaged in intimate discussion at an Arab-American community dinner in Chicago 1998.
Bloggers ask how a then obscure state senator managed to wangle a seat next to the evening’s keynote speaker, a man the Nation would describe as “probably the best-known intellectual in the world.”
The answer can be traced back to Obama’s two-year stint at Columbia University in the early 1980s, where Said taught as a distinguished professor of comparative literature.
The Los Angeles Times reports that Obama took at least one course from Said. The intimacy of their 1998 conversation suggests a deeper relationship.
Obama, however, will not talk at all about Said, his New York years or his trip to Pakistan during those years despite numerous requests from the New York Times.
Like Obama, Said made his deracinated childhood the central, compelling metaphor for his significant life work. His identity as a Palestinian and a refugee, driven from his homeland by Israeli violence, would inform everything he wrote.
Said did not shy from using his grief and his influence to advance his cause. For 14 years, he served on the Palestine National Conference, a kind of parliament-in-exile alongside the likes of the PLO’s Yassir Arafat and still harder core radicals from the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine, the terrorist group that hijacked the Achille Lauro.
Unfortunately for Said, an Israeli scholar named Justus Reid Weiner did two years of hard-nosed, boots-on-the-ground background research on Said’s life and published his findings in Commentary.
Weiner had proved beyond all doubt that America’s most celebrated Palestinian refugee was not a Palestinian or a refugee, let alone a Muslim.
In reality, Said was a Christian and an American citizen from birth, who grew up not in Palestine but in Cairo, where he attended the best British schools before leaving for a pricey American prep school as a teenager.
Although the New York Times reluctantly confirmed Weiner’s findings, the major media had no more interest in exposing the fraud of Said’s life any more than they do Muhammad Ali’s or Obama’s.
Among Said’s friends and allies on the American-hating, Arafat-loving left were none other than Khalid al-Mansour and – drum roll, please – William Ayers.
Radical turned actor Peter Coyote suggests as much in his diary written for the 1996 Democratic National Convention.
“After that,” Coyote writes, “I inform Martha that I’m dragging her to the apartment of old friends, ex-Weathermen, Bernardine Dohrn and Bill Ayers, hosting a party for Senator Leahy. Perhaps Edward Said will be there.”
When Ayers published his memoir, “Fugitive Days,” in 2001 – the book that made “unrepentant” part of our everyday vocabulary – Said was happy to provide a blurb.
“For anyone who cares about the sorry mess we are in,” Said wrote, “this book is essential, indeed necessary reading.”
America is poised to elect a man to the presidency whose known mentors and sponsors – al-Mansour, Rezko, Said, Wright, Ayers – put a lie to just about everything Obama has said on the campaign trail.