Well, that's the perfesser's daughter, Elizabeth Gates, talking about the daughter of Officer Crowley:
As our family rounded the corner to the White House library and I first caught sight of Sgt. Crowley’s lovely daughter; she was wearing an appropriately heavy and charmingly untrained amount of green eyeliner on her lower lashes, and I saw my former self in her.
"Charmingly untrained"! Can you hear the sneer of the daughter of the Ivy League elite, as she looks down her nose at the offspring of a mere middle-class cop?
More snobbery, this time from the father:
You know, Crowley’s not a bad guy. He’s not a Joe the Plumber who wants to represent the Right.
Heaven Forfend! A plumber who fancies himself a conservative activist! Wash out you eyes, sweetie, and let's take in the opera!
Since her dad is trying to play nice, Elizabeth takes a swipe at Crowley herself:
Sergeant Crowley isn’t the first officer to fudge a police report.
Well, actually, there is no evidence he did that at all. Baseless accusations based on racist sterotypes are so 2008, Elizabeth - didn't you get the memo?
Lizzy thinks she is ending with powerful imagery, but it's more class warfare:
As my father said on the plane yesterday morning on our way to the White House, “there are approximately 800,000 black men in prison and on July 16, 2009, I simply became one of them.”
Why do I feel the worst part about this for Gates is not the fact he was a black man in prison, but the fact that he was forced to rub elbows with The Great Unwashed, when he should have been lecturing the scions of the rich on how racist they are.
Congratulations, Elizabeth. You've evolved from pedestrian racism to class snobbery. Those white middle-class cops and their painted whores they called daughters - how dare they interfere in the lives of those whom walk the Ivy halls!
Class condescension trumps race condescension in Barack Obama’s America.
So step off, know-nothing white trash, and let Obama and Gates save you from your TV-watching, pizza-eating, beer-drinking hell you call a life...