In the poem, Obama seems to be confronting Gramps with the realization that he is actually his father. Obama calls the poem "Pop," after all, not "Gramps."
"Under my seat, I pull out the Mirror I've been saving," writes Obama. Yes, the two look alike, they smell alike, they have the same ears, and Pop even has "the same amber stain on his shorts that I've got on mine." (I'll leave the last one alone.)
Obama is right. They do look alike. Obama does not, however, look like Barack Sr. – and, Abercrombie concedes, the grown-up Obama does not sound at all like him, either.
As Obama admits in "Dreams," Gramps hangs out in otherwise all-black bars and pals around with his communist soulmate and sex merchant, Frank Marshall Davis.
Did a black woman – perhaps a friend of Davis' – give birth to a child of Dunham's? Might that explain what Obama describes as "the complicated, unspoken transaction between the two men"? Or, another possibility, was Davis the father of Ann's baby, as he, too, matches the description of "Pop" in all salient details?
-- Jack Cashill, Feb. 11 WorldNetDaily column