When I was a very lonely, shy, friendless, ugly (braces, glasses, acne, rail-thin skinny) young white kid in grade school, two new students arrived: two black girls, Rachel and Clara W, (I don't have permission to tell this story). They were sisters, perhaps twins. I was last in the alphabet, last in line (often sitting alone in the cafeteria or often alone on a line of seats in the auditorium) last in everything with a last name starting with Z. But the teacher simply put Clara W. and Rachel W. after me as far as the alphabet was concerned. Out of laziness or racism, I don't know. Anyway, I never had to worry anymore about being the only person at a cafeteria table, etc. And they were the first black people I got to know in my life. They were nervous, attending an all white school way back in the 1960s. They were, ultimately, funny and kind and friendly and we made quite the odd threesome, always the last three chosen for outdoor games, for example. I sorta saw the world the way they did (but it's true I could never fully understand all they saw and felt), and they truly changed my outlook on Black Americans. Later, I enjoyed dating a few black girls (and a few black guys) and get this: I'm talking about the period of my life I spent in North Carolina, a state in which politicians would have us believe it is about 1850 and not 2017. (There are some wonderful people there I must add.) Why am I telling this story? Because Veronica Chambers, with this book, is truly "preaching to the choir", as I would think, unfortunately, only those who admire Michele Obama (and that includes me) would read this. And that's too bad, as this book is illuminating in many ways. The pivotal point in this book, to me, is when Damon Young points out that the Obama's ascension to the White House caused a psychic impact to America. For Black Americans, this was a cathartic experience, as Young writes. But for many White Americans, this was a call to arms to ensure the next President was, well, the polar opposite of Obama. Yes, the psychic impact was huge. For a while, for 8 years, America had the respect of the world. It was a wonderful time for some, a horrible time for others. The only flaw of this book is that we get repetitive chapters about Michele's fashion sense, about her great physique, her beauty inside and out. All wonderful things, but we all have flaws naturally, and I have a sense Michele's were overlooked here. Surely, she isn't that perfect! We'll see more of Michelle, and Barack. We will also see more of Hillary and Bill Clinton. And as Trump tries to destroy the Obama legacies, its up to all of us to watch carefully and do the right thing in the next election. Let's do our research! And a high point of my life thus far: in my senior year of grade school, Rachel W. signed my annual with something like: "Greg, you're no boy, you're a man, a good man, and it's been great getting to know you." I do know what the derogative term "boy" means in the southern states of America, making Rachel's words all the more powerful. They were heartfelt, respectful words from a wonderful, kind Black friend. Rachel's sincere words have stayed with me ever since. Rachel and Clara taught me to respect everyone (yes, that includes people who have different opinions from me), to treat everyone equally, to see racism in action (it is easy to turn away and not think about it), to understand the hurt, but most importantly they taught me to stand up and do the right things in life, or at least try my best. This is a lovely book about a lovely, strong, heroic woman who has impressed me every day with her ability to remain calm and cool and classy. just think, not a single bit of ugliness or anger or outrageous and disgusting behavior from the White House for 8 years. That's the polar opposite of what we are seeing now.