“A black Doberman the size of a wolf paced through the night in vigilant patrol, its jaws clamped around an empty beer bottle”
The narrator tries to compare himself to a dog pressed between strong mouth and not able to release and get free. The jaws are publicity and this little empty bottle is the author himself. He remembers irrepressible anger towards a little mulatto whose skin and appearance is different, so no one respected him, or played with him. This is a kid of a lonely wolf that has tasted the bitterness of life from the beginning.
“Past is never dead and buried – it isn`t even past”
Time runs further and further but the memories always stay in one’s mind. This heavy-hearted recollection of pain became blunted but never goes away. Barack Obama on his own example shows that after achieving all his plans his childish memories didn't go away. Now he is a successful man but every time he is looking at little children, or looking at black-white couples he tries to understand the problem of the world, big racist problem and with this book appeals to open the eyes and understand what we need to do to change the attitude towards people with different color of skin.
“And that what is best in me I owe to her”
Obama loves his mother from the bottom of his pure childish heart, he gives her the best description and the kindest words. At the same time he describes her as a strong character ready to fight with publicity. She doesn't agree with the race differentiation, and breaks all the rules to prove that. When Barack`s father left them she was strong enough for raising their son alone far from her family, and gave him the best education and manners that became the base for his future. He wants to describe his gratitude to the main woman in his life.
