Sunday, November 23, 2014


IT MAKES ME SAY SOMETHING – 5 Just sharing a notion that has guided my thinking for as far back as I can remember. I am interconnected with all that is but I have never felt I could not exist without all there is. I’m not saying I don’t need other people and other forms of existence but my presence does not depend on any one person or form - no person(s) or form(s) controls me: I control me. My interconnectedness with people and other forms of existence is because I will it to be so. As a young child I remember waking from a near death experience to see my mother, father, and our pastor standing at the foot of my hospital-bed praying – I interrupted their prayers by telling them, “I don’t know why y’all here I ain’t gonna die.” As an adult I have belonged to organized groups, to include religious, business, social, and political institutions – but I was there because I chose to be not because I had to be. I’ve married because I chose to do that, not because I had to. I have loved because I chose to do that not because I couldn’t help it. I omit ‘…under God…,’ when Pledging Allegiance to the flag. In my mind I omit, ‘… so help you God,’ before saying “I Do” when swearing in as a witness or juror in court. God’s name, to me, neither validates my willingness to serve nor my truthfulness – for me it’s a personal commitment not the fear of or permission from a God. I now avoid belonging to or being in large groups – especially when group members are of one mind. I refuse to enslave my thought processes to the will of a group: I CHOOSE TO THINK!,

Sunday, November 16, 2014


IT MAKES ME SAY SOMETHING - 4 Following the triumph of the Republican Party at the polls I received a letter from the Democratic Party wanting to know what important issues the party should undertake in the coming years. Since I’m an Independent voter I received a similar letter from Republicans. As a person who’s been breathing for a long time I don’t get too excited when a politician wants to know what I think about a given issue; I’m convinced the reality of how seriously my response would be taken has more to do with how much money or influence I could contribute to what the party thinks is important. With that in mind I have to say something about REPARATIONS – REPARATIONS is the only means by which peoples of AFRICAN descent will ever share in the opportunities and wealth available in this country – the free labor of our ancestors, their exclusion from social political and economic life, enabled America to become the strongest, in-terms of wealth and military might, country ever to exist. The only way for America to atone for its deliberate actions is REPARATIONS. I think REPARATIONS should first go to reconstructing educational institutions serving peoples of African descent – jobs for peoples of African descent should be an integral part of the initial thrust of REPARATIONS.,

Saturday, November 8, 2014


IT MAKES ME SAY SOMETHING The notion of being aware of myself - that is being conscious - makes me say something that has been in my head for a long time. I unapologetically admit that I have no formal training in brain function and its role in human behavior; nor have I been trained in behavior and its role in brain function. I have, however, included reading in brain/behavior areas among unrelated subjects of my interest. For me, reading is a habit; when and where ever I have an interest I will get a book to appease my hunger. I think my brain is the birthplace of my self-awareness. Without my brain I would not be aware – I would not be conscious; without my consciousness my brain would cease to function – my brain would die. A continually developing conscious (awareness) makes possible a continually developing brain; the developing brain in turn makes possible a continually developing conscious (awareness). At the start consciousness is like a new born child who must be fed by others. If the growth of that child is nurtured the child will soon learn to feed itself, will learn to select and secure its own food, will learn to rely on itself. That self-reliance will inform the brain; it reacts by assisting the maturing conscious (awareness). The short of all this is that I’ve learned to continually develop my brain by continually developing my consciousness – by continually developing the awareness of self, of others, and all else.

Saturday, November 1, 2014


IT MAKES ME SAY SOMETHING Growing Cost of Freedom makes me say something. I once had the naive believe that freedom – you know, all that life liberty and pursuit of happiness stuff in The Constitution – was guaranteed; especially after it was purged of its overt racism, sexism, and you know the rest. I once thought that when I worked hard, paid my share of taxes, that I would be assured of representation by all elected officials, not just the blue or the red, the right or the left. Oh, I knew there would be some basic disagreements along the way; but I thought my basic rights were unquestionably guaranteed. Now I find that my taxes, my philanthropy guarantees me nothing. In order for my basic rights to be protected I am now forces to pay for those rights – I am now told I must pay a legal form of protection. I am now told that our democracy has been put on the stock exchange and big money is grabbing chunks of it at bargain prices. I am told that I must dig deeper in my near empty pockets if I expect to have any rights at all. I am told that The Constitution has been enslaved and put on the auction block for the highest bidder. I am told that I will be a slave once again because I don’t have enough money to buy my freedom.,

Saturday, October 25, 2014


IT MAKES ME SAY SOMETHING Ebola makes me say something. The world for me seems to be much smaller; certainly much smaller than when I was small. I think smaller is a good thing – not me, the world. Like it or not we are beginning to know more about each other as Americans, and more about other peoples around the world; it’s not like we have a choice. It doesn’t matter that I don’t like white people, or any other people; my attitude does not alter the fact that we share the same space and time; sometimes that space is on an airplane, in a restaurant, at a mall, traveling on a train, bus or subway. With all our differences we must still share common spaces. It didn’t take me long to figure out that if a person within my space is facing a physical threat that I too am threatened. With the world getting smaller – in terms of travel and communication – spaces are merging. At one time in my life I didn’t much give a shit about other spaces nor the people in them. But with Americans dying for freedom in other spaces, the names of which I still strain to pronounce, with people from other spaces blowing up my space, with my government spying on everyone’s space, I have come to the conclusion that not only have all spaces merged but so has the people in them. It’s been said in many ways – if the health and wellbeing of one person in any space is under threat we’re all under treat.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014


WHY I WRITE NOVELS – 13 As a black man I’ve known for some time that I owe a debt of gratitude to my parents, my grandparents, and my ancestors that can never be paid. Were it not for them I would not exist – quite literally. It is they who survived their bodies being ripped apart and sold in the meat markets of the world. It is they who had their tongues torn from pleading mouths and fed to dogs; it is they who were forced to watch their men being castrated by hogs and their women raped and ravaged by iron claws; it is they who watched their flesh being fed to fish and their blood soaking the soils of lands still hiding in the shadows of a genocide yet to be acknowledged; it is they who refused to die when forced to live at the edge of humanity; it is they who refused to stop breathing even with the boot-heels of government on their throats; it is they who dared to stand even when hanging from trees; it is they who never stopped snatching more humanity, never stopped healing themselves, never stopped making life possible for me. So now you may be able to understand that my novels are and will continue to be a tribute to my parents, my grandparents, and my ancestors.

Thursday, October 2, 2014


WHY I WRITE NOVELS – 12 I love life – it’s not a new love affair, I’ve been in it for a long time. It started when I began to understand that I am unique, that every person who ever lived, who is living now, and who will ever exist, each of us is unique: each and every one of us. There are no two people exactly alike. Some people may look alike, some may act a little alike, but each person is unique, each person exist in their own time and place and when dead will never exist again. I don’t know how life began. The notion of The Creation is no more than a myth to me and The Big Bang Theory is no more than a pop. I frankly don’t give a shit how life began – well, maybe a little – what’s more important to me is I’m now here with other people and other living organisms, for better or worse. Now this is really the good part – I have the power to make my life progressively better and the skills to enrich the lives of others. Through my education, my book reading, my desire to learn, I have taught myself to think. I can now write stories that allow me to share the experiences of other people – some of those experiences may help me and you make better choices during the time we exist.