I have a question,

Mr. President.

Your biological father was a black African. He abandoned you, contributed nothing to your upbringing, your training in life experiences, none of the things expected of a dad.

Your mother was a white American. She could have aborted you. We'll never know her thoughts, we only know she carried you to term and gave birth to you. She accepted the responsibility to raise you. She re-married to an Indonesian man whom, by your own accounts in your first book, was a good dad. He taught you to shoot baskets. He taught you many other things a boy may want to know (what does tiger meat taste like?).

When your mother became concerned about your growing up as an Indonesian Muslim, she sent you back to Hawaii and your white grandparents. They saw to it that you attended a good high school, sent you to college, and probably were helpful in getting you into Harvard - though we'll never know those secrets.

My question is, why is it always "black", "African-American"? Why do you throw your white mother and white grandparents, your Indonesian dad (the only "real" father you ever had) under the bus? Why do you cling to "The Dreams" of a biological father who treated you like a piece of throw-away trash?

Like most Americans, Mr. President, I don't give a whit about your race. I like brown skin, as do the millions of white people who spend billions of dollars on tanning booths, tanning lotions, days at the beach, etc. to acquire brown skin.

But I care a lot about dis-loyalty. Why don't you ever say anything good about your white mom? Your Indonesian dad? Your white grandparents?

While we're at it, there is another matter. You recently said it is well-documented that you smoked pot as a kid. I wonder if your grandparents let you smoke pot when you were a kid? I suspect the toking didn't happen until high school, and beyond.

I once had a business associate who was fond of saying, "There is no part-time honesty."

I loved that quote, have lived it and re-quoted it for over fifty years. You cannot call yourself "honest" if some days, under some circumstances, you do dishonest things. That would make you a dishonest person.

Smoking marijuana, especially back in the 1960s when you were growing up, is a crime. You cannot shrug off smoking pot, like you would shrug off the use of vulgar language.

You say that smoking pot is no worse than alcohol. People have drank alcohol since Biblical times because a glass of good wine is a culinary delight with a fine steak, or a perfect serving of seafood. There is only one reason to smoke pot: for its mind-altering effects.

Smoking pot is against the law, which means it is/was a crime. Are there other crimes you may want to admit to? Did you steal a few things? As a kid?

And, how about morals? Did you lie once in a while? Did you cheat on a few tests at school? We cannot know because your academic records are sealed.

We have always cherished the character of our presidents. Legend has it that George Washington took the punishment for cutting down a cherry tree, as preferable to telling a lie. Abraham Lincoln was so meticulous about truth-telling, his contemporaries called him "Honest Abe".

Sadly, Mr. President, you fall short of those standards.