How cool of President Obama to go to Africa. Seriously.
Now, if he can only do half as much for that continent as President Bush did, he will remembered as a great man:
An American president who has “the blood of Africa within me” praised and scolded the continent of his ancestors Saturday, asserting forces of tyranny and corruption must yield if Africa is to achieve its promise.
“Yes you can,” Barack Obama declared, brushing off his campaign slogan and adapting it for his foreign audience. Speaking to the Ghanaian Parliament, he called upon African societies to seize opportunities for peace, democracy and prosperity.
“This is a new moment of promise,” he said. “To realize that promise, we must first recognize a fundamental truth that you have given life to in Ghana: Development depends upon good governance. That is the ingredient which has been missing in far too many places, for far too long. That is the change that can unlock Africa’s potential.”
The son of a white woman from Kansas and a black goat herder-turned-academic from Kenya, Obama delivered an unsentimental account of squandered opportunities in postcolonial Africa.
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“No business wants to invest in a place where the government skims 20 percent off the top, or the head of the Port Authority is corrupt. No person wants to live in a society where the rule of law gives way to the rule of brutality and bribery. That is not democracy, that is tyranny, and now is the time for it to end.”
Preach it, brother! Spoken like a true community organizer.
He added: “Africa doesn’t need strongmen, it needs strong institutions.”
Oh, he had me—until then. What Africa needs is capitalism, red in tooth and claw. Institutions are fine—and necessary—but without the twin engines of the profit motive and the market, the boat of commerce is dead in the water. Doesn’t matter who, doesn’t matter where. But yes, strongmen like Mugabe (a runt, if you ask me) are surplus to requirement.
And?
What advice do we have to rid Africa of its strongmen?
Never mind. Ever the proverbial turd in the punch bowl, I couldn’t help thinking of another Obama with “the blood of Africa” within him:

Another Obama relative has a book deal.
A memoir by George Obama, the president’s half brother and a resident of Huruma, Kenya, will be published by Simon & Schuster in January 2010. George Obama, 27, shares the same father with his famous, older half sibling, although George and Barack Obama— 20 years apart in age — did not grow up together and did not meet as children.
George is the youngest of the senior Obama’s seven children and was born six months before his father died.
Little is known about George Obama. The book, tentatively titled Homeland and to be written with author-journalist Damien Lewis, will tell of George Obama’s fall into crime and poverty as a teenager and his eventual embrace of community organizing — a passion shared by the president — and of advocacy for the poor, an identification so strong that he chooses to live among them.
Is that right—he chooses to live in his hut? For somone of whom we know so little, that’s knowing kind of a lot.
And it’s somewhat at odds with this account of the Billy Carter and Roger Clinton of this administration:
George Obama’s arrest last week came as no surprise to those who know him in the Nairobi slum of Huruma.
George, Barack’s half-brother, was picked up during a drug raid with friends who were in possession of cannabis and spent a night in the cells.
When I met the 26-year-old apprentice mechanic last month, prior to President Obama’s inauguration, he kept photographer Roger Allen and I waiting for more than an hour outside the corrugated tin shack he lives in.
Just as we were about to leave, George trudged up the dirt track surrounded by a gang of local youths who our local fixer warned us had a bad reputation.
There were no polite introductions with George. He could not have been more disinterested.
One of his friends told us he had spent the morning in a nearby bar.
What do I know? Community organizer or drunken layabout—really, what’s the difference?
But forget my cynicism (even if you can’t forgive it). Why are the media ignoring the president’s ignoring of his half brother? Sure, Kenya is across the continent from Ghana—but after crossing the Atlantic, he can’t manage to visit his blood relative? His choice, and none of our business—but no one sees fit even to mention it? Not a story, paragraph, or word? If I called the press lapdogs, shih-tzus everywhere would be gunning for may ankles.