Davis was born in Arkansas in 1905, moved to Chicago in 1927, and to Hawaii in 1948.
He died in 1987.
Barry was (apparently) born in Hawaii in 1961, and was “mentored” by Davis from 1971-1978, after his mother abandoned him to go help the poor Indonesians.
Davis moved to Honolulu from Chicago in 1948 with his second wife Helen Canfield, a white socialite, at the suggestion of his friend the Communist activist Paul Robeson.
A heavy drinker, Davis became a drinking buddy of Stanley Dunham Snr, whose daughter, Stanley Ann Dunham, gave birth to Barry.
Dunham Snr and Davis would drink and smoke dope together, play games, fight, argue, have fun.
Barry’s sister, Maya Soetoro-Ng, recently told the Associated Press that her grandfather had viewed Davis as a food mentor for young Barry, to teach him how to be black in America (which Barry would write of in his autobiography as one of his main goals in life). Maya claimed that Davis was, “a point of connection, a bridge if you will, to the larger African-American experience for my brother”.
Mr Obama quoted Davis as warning him that college would turn him into “a well paid nigger.”
Davis: “Leaving your race at the door. Leaving your people behind. Understand something, boy. You’re not going to college to get educated. You’re going there to get trained. … They’ll yank on your chain and let you know that you may be a well-trained, well-paid nigger, but you’re a nigger just the same.”
In Davis’s hard-core porn-autobiography, Sex Rebel: Black (Memoirs of a Gash Gourmet), he wrote in the introduction although he had “changed names and identities…all incidents I have described have been taken from actual experiences”.
He stated that “under certain circumstances I am bisexual” and that he was “a voyeur and an exhibitionist” who was “occasionally mildly interested in sado-masochism”, adding: “I have often wished I had two penises to enjoy simultaneously the double – but different – sensations of oral and genital copulation.”
The book describes in lurid detail a series of shockingly sordid sexual encounters, often involving group sex.
In the book, Davis describes how he and his wife raped a 13-year-old girl called Anne. Barry’s mother, Stanley Ann Dunham, was born on November 29, 1942, and so would have turned 13 in 1955.
Mr Davis wrote that it was the girl who had suggested he had sex with her. “I’m not one to go in for Lolitas. Usually I’d rather not bed a babe under 20. But there are exceptions. I didn’t want to disappoint the trusting child. At her still-impressionistic age, a rejection might be traumatic, could even cripple her sexually for life.”
He then described how he and his wife would have sex with the girl. “Anne came up many times the next several weeks, her aunt thinking she was in good hands. Actually she was. She obtained a course in practical sex from experienced and considerate practitioners rather than from ignorant insensitive neophytes….I think we did her a favour, although the pleasure was mutual.”
On other occasions, Mr Davis would cruise in Hawaii parks looking for couples or female tourists to have sex with. He derived sexual gratification from bondage, simulated rape and being flogged and pissed on.
Davis concluded: “I regret none of my experiences or unusual appetites; for me they are normal.”