Have you ever seen Michelle Obama dance on TV, realize what a good dancer she is, and wonder why she has such good rhythm?  Well, wonder no more.  The New York Times has the answer: because she's black.

The Times recently invited the most fervent supporters of Obama to write love letters to her, and one of them, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (henceforth "Chimamanda"), said Michelle Obama has good rhythm precisely because she is black.

She had rhythm, a flow and swerve, hands slicing air, body weight moving from foot to foot, a beautiful rhythm. In anything else but a black American body, it would have been contrived.

If Donald Trump had said, "You know, I've seen Michelle Obama dance.  She has good rhythm.  It must be a black thing," he'd be pilloried in the media left and right.  But when this racist comment comes from the left, it is treated as loving adoration.  And it is a racist comment.  People dance well or not well not because of their race.  Even if it is positively intended, it reinforces racial stereotypes.

The rest of Chimamanda's letter had such a fawning tone that it read as if it had been dictated while Chimamanda was giving Mrs. Obama's toes a tongue bath.

She [Mrs. Obama] had the air of a woman who could balance a checkbook... She jumped rope with children on the White House grounds as part of her initiative to combat childhood obesity. She grew a vegetable garden. She danced on television shows.

Mrs. Obama jumped rope...grew vegetables...danced on TV...seems good with checkbooks...her list of achievements seem endless.

Michelle Obama was speaking. I felt protective of her because she was speaking to an America often too quick to read a black woman’s confidence as arrogance, her straightforwardness as entitlement.

She was informal, colloquial, her sentences bookended by the word “see,” a conversational fillip that also strangely felt like a mark of authenticity. She seemed genuine. She was genuine. All over America, black women were still, their eyes watching a form of God, because she represented their image writ large in the world.

Mrs. Obama is not a "form of God."  This is cult talk.

Her speech was vibrant, a success. But there was, in her eyes and beneath her delivery and in her few small stumbles, a glimpse of something somber. A tight, dark ball of apprehension. As though she feared eight years of holding her breath, of living her life with a stone in her gut.

She had become an American style icon. Her dresses and workouts. Her carriage and curves. Toned arms and long slender fingers.

Michelle Obama was speaking. I realized then that she hadn’t been waiting to exhale these past eight years. She had been letting that breath out, in small movements, careful because she had to be, but exhaling still.

This is cult of personality.  The tone of Chimamanda's essay is ridiculously overly dramatic, overly reverent, bordering on parody.  Michelle Obama has accomplished exactly nothing in her eight years in the White House, except, perhaps, exacerbating racial tensions with her hateful rhetoric (such as comments about being resentful living in a house partially built by slaves).  The fact that the Times publishes this as serious commentary shows how far off the deep end the left has gotten in its Obama worship, and how racial stereotyping means nothing to leftists if it comes from an approved source.

Ed Straker is the senior writer at NewsMachete.com.