"I've come upon something that disturbs me deeply. We have fought hard and long for integration, as I believe we should have, and I know that we will win. But I've come to believe we're integrating into a burning house." MLK Back in the day, Black people stuck together, family names meant something, and our community thrived. Today, even as we are shot down in the streets by cops, passed on for job promotions, and constantly "code switch" to fit in with our white colleagues we continue to chase "opportunities" Family Reputation If the entire black community knew Eddie and Louise Greenwood were honest hardworking people then that honorable reputation extended to their children and grandchildren. If anyone in the Greenwood family did something wrong, word made it back to Eddie and Louise before sunset and the problem offspring was dealt with. Not all families were prim and proper. Some stole, lied, cheated, borrowed money and never return
Some folks just ain't going to like you. You can't give your life to. Malcolm read his scripture, hoping you'd get the picture. The only one y'all recall is at the window with the rifle. Still can't get the picture. Framed in time--symptoms blind. Shame and a crime. Loving unconditionally is tricky. Bill Cosby tried that and is about to get twenty years. That's not a rape joke. Ultimately love has to push through. Unharnessed, visceral emotion that fills your chest and cheeks with electric passion. Getting in your feelings is bad. Living in your feelings is beautiful. Keeping pace and momentum in life is love. Love by example. For example, don't turn the other cheek--move forward. Hurt and hate are there no matter what. What matters is that they do not dictate direction. Love is taking losses with the same smile that comes in wins. Love is patient. Love is kind. Don't brag or boast. King James got poetic and very real. Can't force love b
To make the deadlines I have I'm going to upload excerpts from my book. Any and all feedback is welcome! Welcome to Russia St. Petersburg, Peter the Great’s masterpiece. Founded in 1703, as Russia’s gateway to Europe and now she’s more Russian than her cosmopolitan counterpart Moscow. My flight landed in Moscow at 2 PM the next day. After I disembarked from the plane into Domodedovo airport I found a payphone and made a collect call home. “I'm in Moscow." "James? It's five o'clock in the morning. Are you ok, son? Are you in Russia?” "Yes, Mom. I'm OK. I'm sorry I had to call collect, but my Blackberry is on the fritz.” "So, are you ready to come home yet?” “I have to go find the gate for my flight to St. Petersburg. It’s really difficult because all of these signs are in Russian,” I joked. "Call me when you get to St. Petersburg. Love you.” With a couple of hours to spare before my flight I grabbed a Russian lang
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