Stanley Ann later told Obama she hadn't heard about the scenes of slaughter during the putsch just the year before her arrival in Indonesia, and perhaps it's true -- she generally gives the impression of having a strong capacity for not paying attention to things she didn't want to notice, like Barack Sr. already being married when she let him impregnate her and then marry her. [my emphasis]
Unfortunately, one thing she very much noticed in 1967 was that Lolo at home in a pro-American capitalist country full of apathetic, corrupt incompetents wasn't as romantic as he had seemed in Honolulu as the representative of a socialist country of the non-aligned future.
Stanley Ann never really fell back in love with her second husband after their year's separation -- "something had happened between her and Lolo in the year that they had been apart" -- and she eventually abandoned him in 1972.
In the meantime, in his easygoing way, Lolo helped little Barack adjust to Indonesian culture, teaching him how to ignore beggars, how to change a flat tire, and how to fight with his fists. The last was necessary because, as Chicago Tribune reporters who interviewed his schoolmates discovered, Obama was routinely subjected to racist violence by Indonesian lads: "All say he was teased more than any other kid in the neighborhood--primarily because he was so different in appearance." He was frequently attacked by three Indonesian kids at once, and one time they threw him in a swamp. "Luckily he could swim."
(Obama doesn't mention in his voluminous autobiography the racism of Indonesians toward him, although he recounts in microscopic detail every hint of white racism he believes he has endured in America, such as the palimpsest of the N-word that he claims to have discerned under coats of paint in a men's room stall at that hotbed of racism, Columbia University. He left out getting beaten up by Indonesians for being black presumably because Asian anti-black racism just doesn't fit into his black-white worldview. That's a little too nuanced for Senator Nuance.)
Obama has realized that a "fake, but true" narrative that hits liberals' sweet spot for exotic multiculti assimilation can go a long way to move boomer liberals like his mother Stanley Ann and the myriad victims of academentia to adopt a crusader mentality---so they and the USA will be well-liked around the world, spreading good-will over the planet like the Sherwin-Williams logo!
Jayson Blair and the author of "A Million Little Pieces" may have nothing on Obama's ability to confabulate whole swathes of actualization that really never happened quite as he recounts in his elaborate personal myth. In the end, Steve Sailer has used Obama's own words to demonstrate that Barack's two male role models were a bigamist alcoholic Kenyan philanderer/functionary and a ranting racist semi-black preacher who preached race hatred rather than fire and brimstone.
And interestingly enuf, his chief female influence was a nagging niggling mother with pretensions to employment in an institution of higher learning.
Hmm, sounds a bit like Omarosa-lite Michelle, if I'm not reading too much into this....