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WHAT PRESENCE OF "BIRTHERS" TELLS US ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO TRULY BELONG IN AMERICA

It appears Trump has been satisfied with the long form of President Barak Obama's birth certificate. I guess the various affirmations and certifications from Hawaii's officers that he was in fact born in Hawaii were not enough. Trump may be satisfied, but the rest of the birthers are not. Frankly, they never will be.

Fundamentally, they are not so much concerned with whether he was born or not born in the U.S. Their concern is whether he is a "Citizen" in the truest and purest meaning of the word. Whether he is a human being endowed with rational thought and entitled to the same rights as any other human being who is endowed with rational thought as they imagine themselves to be. In other words, is he just as important to society as they are? Is he as human as they are? They would like the answer to be no.

What I always find fascinating about the birthers' position is that they have never challenged President Obama's mother's citizenship. They have only challenged his. They are perfectly capable of accepting the citizenship status of a White woman (who has not released her birth certificate), but not that of a man of Color. President Obama is either a U.S. Citizen because he was born in Hawaii and/or because his mom was a U.S. Citizen. Yet, they have never challenged the source of citizenship that would deny a White woman the validity of her Citizenship. They have only challenged the citizenship to the remainder of his identity: The foreign father...the man of color.

Today we often times squirm when we read references to the 3/5 of a person articulated in the U.S. Constitution. We don't think "like that" anymore. But there is obviously a large portion of the population that still does. Barak Obama is not a "full" person in the birthers' view...only the part that stems from his mom is worthy of value and worthy of being counted among their peers. The Birthers' presence tells us that-as of today-there are still chunks of American society that don't see individuals of color as truly human beings. It is a scary thought. If a person of color who is born in the U.S. could not truly "belong" ....what does that say about an immigrant's ability to "belong."

Birthers exist because they cannot come to terms with the fact that someone who they believe to be genetically inferior to them is now running their country. They exist because they feel their race was cheated. It couldn't be that a person of color earned the presidency, it must be that he obtained it through deceit and trickery.

So we need to stop appeasing these folks. They have huge life dissatisfaction sentiments. No one can make them happy. Their misery comes from their fundamental belief that there are people who are more human than others. They will be unhappy so long as they feel that someone "less human" is enjoying equal access to our institutions. That is the "unfairness" they see and the "unfairness" they want to eradicate.

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