Desperately wanting to fit in and undoubtedly uncomfortable with his status of “House Negro” in the compassionate eyes of self-serving demagogues Harry Belafonte and Al Sharpton and sundry white Liberals, Colin Powell caves to the politically correct crowd and goes where the power is.
In focus, the face of an accomplished, once-lionized man, his Big Chance past. Now just a useful (and expendable) political tool.
The drawn face of an aging man with major regrets and deep conflicts, now fading to the background in subservient service to a complete mediocrity. That could-a been me. Powell’s shifting allegiances and shaky absence of firm principle might have served him back then as well as it has served the hollow Barack.