NB Commentary: Okay Folks, this is one topic I really hesitated to weigh in on. But as usual, I get signs from the Universe as to what should be the next topic of my YouTube videos. It’s quite magical how it works and I simply go with the flow.
I am not sure how long this video will end up being. I would like to say that this will be a short video, but I doubt that I can keep to that promise. I hope that you all will stay with me and follow my train of thought all the way to the conclusion.
This video will be in 8 short parts covering each topic in a short portion of the video. I will upload it all as one video, and if you don’t have the time to watch the entire video, pause it and come back later. I may get the chance to upload it in segments, but I will not promise that. I thank you in advance for taking this journey with me.
Let me begin by saying, that there are so many things about the Obama’s that is it hard to put it into a nut shell. When it comes to transparency when it comes to their lives before their stint in the White House, you may as well be digging for a needle in a haystack. However, as much as they have had their history shrouded in mystery, anyone with a little imagination, know how and some time to spare, can do a search on the internet and get some information about them, and in this case, Michelle Obama. This video is about her and the claims that she is a Transgendered woman.
Part 1, Her Childhood
This video is Part 1 of a series of videos that discuss this very interesting and controversial topic, “Is Michelle Obama a Transgendered Woman?”
In this video we will take a look at her childhood pics and compare them to the Internet “Shocking and Irrefutable Proof” that Michelle was born a boy to “his” parents, Fraser Robinson, III and Marian Shields Robinson, Jan. 17, 1964.
Part 2, Her Marriage and Pregnancy.
This video is Part 2 of a series of videos that discuss this very interesting and controversial topic, “Is Michelle Obama a Transgendered Woman?”
In this video we will take a look at some of her wedding pics, her marriage to Barack Hussein Obama and pics of her children while they were young.
“One laughable comment I read that I would like to mention here is the idea that the children were adopted by Michael Robinson and Barack Obama from an orphanage in Morocco! After I got up off the floor from laughing so hard at how ludicrous this speculation was I had to put into words in this video that that claim is clearly out in left field. Imagine a mostly Islamic country allowing a transgendered man and her husband adopt 2 daughters. Or, two men adopt 2 girls children. Just imagine. And if it were true, just maybe, I would wager, that they would sell two girls to these two guys before they would have them adopted with the purpose of raising them as their daughters. The lack of knowledge of other people’s cultures or the attribution of Western Culture onto other cultures through the lens of Western culture is glaringly egoistic as well as ignorant.”
Part 3, Her Children.
In this video we will take a look at some of various views on questions around the children and whether or not they are hers or if she adopted them. The argument that her children “do not look” like her is discussed in this video as well.
This video is Part 3 of a series of videos that discuss this very interesting and controversial topic, “Is Michelle Obama a Transgendered Woman?”
“This is a personal pet peeve of mine as I hear so much about the so-called Gay Agenda and how folks equate that to genocide. They forget the “overpopulation” agenda where families were encouraged to have fewer children before the planet exploded.
I guess being 65 years old gives me the advantage of living thru history and not just being told what historically happened. I was there, and I remember.
Now, as far as their children is concerned, the problem with this is that some say they were adopted in Morocco, some say Ethiopia and others just speculate, not sighting where they were adopted.
Others say the children don’t even look like them. My response to that is incredulous. How often do we have children that don’t look like us but look like our brother, sister, aunt or cousin? The way a person looks does not in many cases tell you who their parents are. You can morph a face on top of another face for days and days, it still proves nothing!
Sometimes a child may look like a dead relative that folks haven’t seen in ages and can’t even recall what they looked like when they were alive, then you find an old dusty picture and sure enough. As a birth coach I have seen little ones come out looking like so many other folks it ain’t funny. What does that prove?”
Part 4, the First Lady, Style and Physique.
This video is Part 4 of a series of videos that discuss this very interesting and controversial topic, “Is Michelle Obama a Transgendered Woman?” In this video we will take a look at some of various views on questions around Michelle Obama, her style and physique. We will look at the change/make over before and after. We will discuss the fact that she has muscles now!!!! Because she’s been working out.
“Before Michelle got to the White House, in observing her early pictures, she did not have the definition she has now. She’s been working out, therefore her physique is more toned and she clearly has develop her muscles. It is as if folks are saying she was a man first, became a woman and you can tell because of her muscles. LOL, if she wanted to be a woman then why would she build up her physique to resemble a man in the first place, wouldn’t she be taken hormones to keep the testosterone levels down, not work out to build them up. It is commonly known that the more you work out, the more testosterone the body will secrete to accommodate the increase in muscle development. Wouldn’t that be defeating the purpose of being a girl? Wouldn’t it make more sense for her to stay away from the gym than to go to the gym and let everyone see that she is really a dude?”
Part 5, African Women.
This video is Part 5 of a series of videos that discuss this very interesting and controversial topic, “Is Michelle Obama a Transgendered Woman?” In this video we will take a look at some pictures of African Women from around the globe. African Women come in so many shapes and sizes it’s hard to singularly point to a standard shape they come in. I have posted pictures of African Woman for your review and for your increased knowledge. Comparing African Women body types to European Body types is not science. It does not use discretion, evidence, experience or knowledge of the African Woman’s anatomy, but it uses a European Standard to compare. This is very disingenuous for anyone who has not done any research speaks with authority about Michelle Obama’s physique.
Part 6, Michelle the Tranny
This video is Part 6 of a series of videos that discuss this very interesting and controversial topic, “Is Michelle Obama a Transgendered Woman?”
In this video we will take a look at the Homosexual/Transgender Phenomenon, its place in the African American Culture, lifestyle and community, particularly during the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s. We will explore the nature of the social reality during the time when Michelle Obama was born and how probable her family would venture out to change their male child into a girl child.
We will also look at the discrepancies in the reports that say she “changed” during childhood while others say “she changed” in college. Her childhood, high school and college pictures should be enough evidence, but alas.. They still want to believe, Michelle Obama is a tranny.
Part 7, Is She a Transsexual?
In this video I cover the definition of “transsexual”, the history LGBT movement, and the black community.
I am getting beat up for even broaching this topic, but as an Educator and having lived on this planet as a Black Woman in America for 65+ years I feel I need to speak on the erroneous and illogical things going around on this topic for the sake of clarity.
Now, please don’t think that I am that naive that I trust everything that I find in Wikipedia, but let’s just say we are using their definition for the sake of expediency.
I really prefer to look at this thing in the most logical and sensible way possible so let’s see what we can glean from this short definition from wikipedia.
“Transsexual people experience a gender identity that is inconsistent with, or not culturally associated with, their assigned sex,”
As we have seen, Michelle Obama was born a female, so this would mean that, rather than her currently being a man, it would mean she was a girl that wanted to or felt the so called gender dysphoria as a young “girl” hence, she would be a “man” now instead of a man pretending to be a woman. It would stand to reason however, if she were born a man, than she would be considered transsexual.
“and desire to permanently transition to the gender with which they identify, usually seeking medical assistance (including hormone replacement therapy and other sex reassignment therapies) to help them align their body with their identified sex or gender.”
So, here we see that the use of hormones would be necessary in order for the transition from male to female to take place.
Again, since we can clearly see that Michelle was a girl at birth, then if she was uncomfortable being a girl, she would now be a man, having taken the hormone therapy needed to change into a man. But we clearly see she is carrying herself like a woman. This is confusing.
Part 8, is She Transgender?
In this video I cover the definition of “transgender”, the history LGBT movement, and the black community.
I am getting beat up for even broaching this topic, but as an Educator and having lived on this planet as a Black Woman in America for 65+ years I feel I need to speak on the erroneous and illogical things going around on this topic for the sake of clarity.
How many folks out there who are claiming that Michelle is Michael, knows anyone who is transgender or transsexual? How many of you have watched the transformation, physically, mentally or spiritually? How many of you out there know what a transgender person would have to go through in order to get pass the rigors of the physical and psychological challenges placed upon them to make this change? How many of you are aware of how much it costs?
Part 9, Where it All Began.
Going down the rabbit hole, we find the original article that started this rumor. ““Let’s write stuff to expose how stupid people are.”” Mr. Butvidas, editor of Christwire.org
Throughout this series, I will be sighting videos, articles and comments that I have researched on the Internet that related to this topic. The details, narration and links will be hosted in my blog post listed in the link below.
Along with many YouTube videos on this topic, I wish to add my perspective.
Doing a little more research on this “is Michelle Obama A Man” I actually tracked down the original news outlet that hosted this article. Of course the article is no longer in their archive and they ask for prayers:
“The Holy Archives – (Please Pray As Out Web-engineers Work To Restore The Archives Destroyed By Obama)”
Initially I was searching for the article referenced as being printed June 30, 2011, by Matthew B. Glosser, entitled “Shocking New Revelation About Michelle Obama, A must Read Christwire Exclusive.” Apparently Mr. Glosser is or was a writer for ChristWire in 2011.
The article was reprinted by Dr. Eowyn on another website called Fellowship of the Minds.
However, upon further research I came across this article By Adam Pasic, entitled, “The Guys Behind Christwire, Creating Parody From ‘Glenn Beck on Steroids” This site was mentioned in a 2010 article by the New York Times as being a satirical site.
Christwire.org has had its story lifted, in total and spread around the Internet on several “right wing websites” and is the most often quoted proof that this story about Michelle Being a Man, is True.
“Shocking New Revelation about Michelle Obama: A Must Read, Christwire Exclusive” By Matthew B. Glosser JUNE 30, 2011
NB Commentary: From the introduction through to where it all began, I have attempted to shed some light on this subject by giving a historical framework of how the Black community 50 years ago would have dealt with homosexuality and the transgender phenomenon. I hope that the information I have revealed will suggest to people who believe this meme, that quite possibly they have been hoodwinked and that from here on out they will be more circumspect in coming to conclusions about things or at least will take the time to research the source of the information so as to avoid being “Hoodwinked” as the writer of this story along with many other writers, reporters and journalist from various news outlets have done since the beginning of the concept of “telling a story” or “spreading the news.”
I want to sum it up with a few more statements, beginning with the difference between transsexual and transgender phenomenon and end this series with my concluding remarks.
I laughed at the trailer. I can also relate. I can relate to the father. I went to catholic school grade school and high school, and off to an all girls’ college who was seeking to reach a quota for federal funding and PR. My mother was strong about being black in America, but she did not do it to the point of identifying with her culture from Africa, or not even identifying with African American culture. She did it because it had become a popular thing to do. We are talking about the 60’s.
My mom was one of the first people I knew to have an Afro hairstyle. But again, not for the cultural aspect of it, but because it was popular. She had fried our hair up until that point. In fact, she fried the hair of other friends in the community we lived in. I can still remember that smell of frying hair.
She didn’t talk about black power, or to be young gifted and black, nor did she wear a dashiki, or any other African garb. She wasn’t a nationalist, socialist, communist or a fan of Angela Davis. She was always changing her hairstyle so I guess, it was just a change of hairstyle that she was after. And let me not forget, my mother was a rebel, in her own right, and since wearing an Afro meant you were rebelling against the system, well she did it, just to be rebellious.
Left, me with my Afro @graduation, 1969
At the time, I did not see it as rebellion. I thought she was expressing her strong sentiment about her African heritage. Quite frankly, I took that literally and want one myself, just like mom so I could identify with her and possibly make her happy one day????? Like I said, I can relate to this story line.
We grew up in North Philadelphia, a part of Philadelphia, where we were constantly being reminded of how it used to be all white years ago and how after the “blacks” moved in the property value and neighborhood went down, down, down. There was an elder gentleman who had a shoe shine stand on the corner of 29th & Dauphin Streets… He would hire young boys in the area to help him shine shoes. That would be his story, whenever you walked by you would hear him talk about all the white folks that use to live in the area, and now look at it. Well, the area had become all black. Black business, black stores, black churches, black dentist, black doctor, black shoe repair man, black milk man, black post man. In fact, the entire area was “black” except for the insurance man who visited homes on Saturday morning, the landlords, and the man who owned the fish store. Well, I must admit that the school, though full of black people, only had white priests, and nuns… In fact, though I wanted to grow up and be the only black nun I knew, I doubted that I would NOT be the only Black nun in the entire world!! Ha, I found another in college years later.
Somehow, I managed to truly identify with my African culture. I was inclined towards African dance, and
Me @ African Dance Performance, 1968
African fabrics, and while I didn’t have access to African fabrics during those days, I managed to create something from some fabrics that looked African, at least to me. I doubt that my emphasis on African culture would have happened had it not been for my perception that my mother was into it.
When I went to college, there were 7 African Americans on campus of 1500 students. My mother told me to go to that college. She knew about racism. I knew she knew, though it was not spoken aloud, except the little innuendos that were said when we shopped in a store that was not black owned. I would watch my mother transform and speak “proper” English so that she could impress the cashier. She would do that on the phone too, when she was making important business calls. It was funny to watch her transformation, but we knew deep inside, she wanted to appear educated and talking like we did in the house among ourselves, friends and family, did not make us appear educated. So again, I can relate.
My mother’s agenda for encouraging me to go to an all white, catholic girls college was simple. “You are a fly in a bowl of milk. They will not, not teach their own, simply because you are there.” We knew what that meant on so many levels. I would definitely get a good education because they give their own a good education. I may miss my “black” friends, but that’s no problem, I can always come home on school breaks to be with them, and… after college, I will still be “black in America”. Yeah, I can relate. Plus, I really wouldhn’t have too much trouble getting along there, my high school was 75% white. It wasn’t too popular for African Americans to be Catholic during those days. Those of us who went to Catholic School were often teased and called “stuck-up” mainly because Catholic school was not free, like public school, and if your family could afford Catholic school, you must have had some money. At least enough to put you in a class slightly upper than the rest of the neighborhood folks. This perception was hard to comprehend, since we lived in the same neighborhood as everyone else, but Catholic education was considered elite during those days. It was brutal, but that’s a topic for another blog.
In 1969, I went to Marywood College, in Scranton, PA. I have to admit it was a culture shock. Grass, trees,
mountains and open spaces????? Full meals cooked 3X’s a day??? Food I had never seen eaten before. White people doing the laundry, cutting the grass, picking up the trash and serving us meals in the Dining Hall?? Yeah that was a culture shock for certain. I had to get used to that. In fact, when they hired ONE African american Service Staff person, they called me in to ask, “How should we treat her?” I was baffled by the question. We never wondered how we should treat white people, what was the problem? My response may have been a bit abrupt but I said, “Treat her like a human being, like you treat everyone else around here.” Not quite the answer she expected, but I was not going to give her a crash course on race relations because they decided to hire ONE Black person as personnel. I wondered who she asked when she got the 7 black students to come to her college.
I am not sure if it was the times, the protests or my desire to affirm my identity, but after a while I had to do something. I started to lose myself, the way I spoke changed. I began to speak “proper, just like my mom. I did not like that one bit, and I made a concerted effort to reclaim my identity by speaking Ebonics (Black English). Of course I did not use it in my research, term papers and tests, but out of the class, I had to, it was all I had to hold on to. My roommate made innocent fun of me, she would mimic my saying “Maf” and Baf” “You’re going to Maf class and you gonna take a baf.” She was wonderful and very very cool, we would laugh together, and her mother made excellent brownies, but I digress. After a while I found myself speaking Ebonics on purpose, I was getting lost in the sauce.
One day, Arthur Hall Afro-American Dance Ensemble came to Scranton! What a shot in the arm that was for me. I seemed to remember that I was African, Black and that I could hold on to my identity and still attend an all white college. I totally embraced this concept and started a black power movement on campus. I started a Black Student Union. BOSS, Black Organization of Students in the Struggle, by now there were 9 of us. We represented the Macrocosm, as every single type of “us” was there.
Arthur Hall Afro-American Dance Ensemble
I read “Black Muslims in America”, “The Souls of Black Folks”, “Black Cargoes” “The Outsider”, “Black Rage” Nikki Giovanni and several other books about Black Americans that I found, interestingly in the College Library. Imagine that!
I started wearing the “Black Power” pins and pendants, red, black and green hat and belts, a khaki jacket and walked around campus like I was a genuine black panther. My English Professor, called me a Pink Panther…. I didn’t take it to mean she was racist or demeaning. Besides, when I found out what the Black Panthers were really about I knew what she meant.
Nevertheless, I became a spokesperson for everything black. Being the most outspoken and outgoing of all the other Black Students on campus, it fell upon me to explain it all to them. There I was in the middle of conversations about being black in America. I would discuss what growing up was like for me in my neighborhood, where we never used the term impoverished, deprived or ghetto. We were resourceful and creative, making a way of no way, making a dollar out of 15cents.
I was in the middle of discussion attempting to explain to folks that Flip Wilson, WAS NOT YOUR AVERAGE BLACK MAN IN AMERICA, when that is all they knew. I was in the middle of discussion with folks who had never seen an Black person up close and were extremely curious as to why my hair grew up and out instead of down. I became the First African American Freshman Class President! Why?? Because I stood out, imagine that, and they didn’t know each other or who to vote for, so why not our token black girl.
I was in the middle of my own desperation along with a Black Classmate, who could tolerate being in that all white environment anymore!!! So one night, we made flyers and put them under the doors of the Nuns who lived in the dorms with us, along with other adult staff who lived in the dorms with us. What did our signs say?
BLACK IS BEAUTIFULPOWER TO THE PEOPLE BLACK POWER
We did that, it was a desperate attempt to retain, reclaim, reaffirm and identify with our heritage, a heritage we knew so little about, but one we felt the need to hold onto at all costs. So yes, I can relate.
Baba Tunde Olatunji-Drums of Passion
We knew we were black in a bowl of milk, and that racism was alive and well, no matter how much those around us pretended it wasn’t. We were in the middle of the Civil Rights movement, they had just raided the Black Panthers in Philadelphia, strip them naked, and posted that on the front of Newsweek. They were fire bombing, lynching and terrorizing black folks in the south. They had just opened the restaurants for black folks to come to along with white patrons. They had just killed Dr. Martin Luther King! Yeah, we were certainly aware of the racism but we knew little about our African Culture. And for certain, the administration of the school knew little as well, so when they asked me to do an African Dance for their World Cultures Course, they never knew I was making those steps up and dancing to Baba Tunde Olatunji Drums of Passion. I may have been a fly in a bowl of milk, but I never lost my wings, or my desire to fly.
I remember my trips home, and how different I felt being among African Americans in my familiar environment than I did on campus. Every trip home required a major adjustment.
Me. 1969 Freshman in College
I mentioned the Microcosm of the Macrocosm… truly we were. Each one of us represent a different experience being in the African Diaspora. During my stay there I manage to find out where each of these young ladies’ head were. Again, the Microcosm of the Macrocosm. We are as varient in our expression in the African diaspora as we are in our skin color. Our identities span the gamut of Black Nationalism to Integration. How did we each experience our own bowl of milk?? 1. Me (Freshman) – I have already explained my role. 2. KG (Freshman) – from South Philadelphia and sincerely not interested in being in this bowl of milk. She looked forward to leaving next semester and made no bones about wanting to get out!! She didn’t hate white people she just did not want to live anywhere near them. 3. BJ (Freshman) – she came from Northfolk, VA… there was no question in her mind about her identity or racism, she had experienced it first hand, and did not trust a single white person. She was a deep thinker, so deep she spent much of her time being depressed. She also wanted to leave. 4. CF (Sophomore) – who had completely assimilated into her environment, she came there with several white friends and had no problem continuing to talk their talk and relate with them as her best of friends. She did have an Afro though which showed on some levels that she hadn’t completely assimilated, but was basically taking the path of least resistance. If you can’t beat em, you might as well join em. 5. DS (Sophomore) – in a dark room, it would be hard to tell where she came from, or whether she was white or black. There was no indication in her voice that she was anything but a white girl who happened to have black (darkest out of all of us) skin. She was not interested in joining anything that was about Black, for Black, by Black or with Black. She was a person, a human being and she did not relate to the skin she was in at all. 6. VS (Sophomore) She was from the Virgin Islands and due to the color of her skin, she was considered white. Her family was elite and well off. That she would come to the US for an education had her as upper class. She was completely intolerant and disdainful of all that Black stuff, and told me clearly, she considered herself white, as she was considered white where she lived. 7. Novice (Senior) She was so intriguing to me, a black nun. What made her pursue it and stick to it to the point that after Senior year she would complete her training and be a real Nun. I later learned that the IHM order of nuns, had more African Americans in it than any other. And since I was taught by the Sisters of St. Joseph, I had no idea. She was sweet and cordial and very much into being a nun. Her main focus was on continuing her training and completing her journey. She was definitely not going to join BOSS! Next Semester, lost two students and gained 4 black students, one female and one male in the School of Social Work and one Freshman and one Sophomore. 8. DC (Freshman) came from Philadelphia, and she also attended Catholic High School, which at that time were majority White students there. She did not seem to have any trouble getting along with the other students but she was extremely homesick. She cried every night for the first semester it seemed, I could hear her in the hallway as I passed her room. She identified with me to the point of at least being able to have someone familiar to cling to. Her position was not political or religious, she just wanted to get through it all. 9. BS (Sophomore) came from a family that had already assimilated. Nice car, nice, house, 2.5 children, two car garage, father a professional and recognized by the White Professional World, mother an educator who had taken time from her career to raise her children. They were very color struck in my estimation as I remember it being said that she was not allowed to bring anyone home darker than her. In fact, I could hardly tell if she was black or white due to the paleness of her skin and the way she blended. And of course she would not join BOSS. She did wear a curly Afro which she flattened on the weekends when she returned home. No way on God’s green earth would her parents allow her to wear an Afro!!! And since at that time, the Afro was our clarion call to arms, anyone without one was certainly not part of the struggle. 10. JR (School of Social Work).. was from Philadelphia as well. She was older and more refined. She was more accepting of each of us being so different from one another and would often function as a mediator when we couldn’t come to terms with our differences. Primarily, I had become emboldened as I had never really learned about the Transatlantic Slave trade, or much else about African history predating Slavery. . It seemed there was none, well especially not in an inner city Catholic School. And here I am on an all white college campus, learning about these things and so much more. My mom used to remark how they learned about what Black people did in her school. She lived in Virginia and the educational system was actually better than in the Northern City. She was quite surprised that we were not taught Black history as she was. 11. RH (School of Social Work) was a male student from Harrisburg. It quickly became clear that he was going to be the most sought after Black “man” on campus. The numbers themselves showed the imbalance. He was the only male student on campus as the School of Social Work had opened to male students while the undergraduate school was not. Coming from Harrisburg he had some experience interacting with White folks, being the only black man on campus, he also became the star of every show, that is, those white women who were not adverse to interracial relationships sought him out and so did I. When I think about it, I really didn’t have any competition with the Black women on campus, because none of them were really interested in him. It was more of “he is the only one and that’s all you got”??? But for some reason, I was interested in him and attempted to get him to join our organization to no avail, he was content, just being the only male student on campus. I think he shared mutual interest but I got the impression that he preferred white girls. Thus coming up from the rear is another aspect of the African diaspora, a black man who prefers dating white women.
By my junior year, two other black female students had come to Marywood. I won’t describe how they presented except to say that one was totally blind, and the other was also from Philadelphia, and the same high school I attended.
My identity crisis came to a head during my junior year. I became a Black Muslim. It was a radical change that made me feel completely uncomfortable on campus. I made the decision to quit college and return to Philadelphia and get married. Another long story.
I would like to note that today, Marywood College is now Marywood University and is coed and has Black folks in numbers. Something that I would have never imagined. I returned there a few years ago with my group, the “Voices Of Africa” Choral & Percussion Ensemble, and to my surprise there were Africans there from the continent!!! Along with the Nun who asked me to do an African dance for her World Cultures Course! Now I don’t know if I opened the door for that or if it is just a sign of the times or maybe a bit of both, but I was floored to find them there, along with African Americans functioning as administrative staff. The black population during my time there was a little over 300 and now they have staff members of color.
From Negro, to Black, to Afro-American, to African-American to African descendant… we have continuously been trying to identify ourselves in a world that is foreign to us, and no matter how much we assimilate, in a world (not just a nation) that has taken up the discourse about the superiority of a race based on skin color… it is quite evident that there will be several attributions made by each of us. These attributes will be affected by the way we are raised, along with how we process our reality.
So yes, I may watch this show from time to time, I don’t have a TV so I will see if it comes on the internet. But again, my own experience, helps me to relate and gives me some insight to the various challenges we face, trying to find our identity in a society that has stripped us of it, and caused us to look upon our heritage with disdain.