"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...
This is a rant. I'm not going to go back and edit this. It's one in the morning. Women Run The Dang World. These are actual facts. And not just the Instagram models with sugar daddies who own several car dealerships in San Antonio, TX. When I got back from Russia, I worked with two Asian women entrepreneurs in Houston who had opened this really amazing little spot in East Downtown. Some of you may have been there. They're both under 35 and built a little empire that people really seem to enjoy. Good food, dope atmosphere, and most important it's something different. They've got good hands on deck helping them but for the most part--that business is booming. I worked in the main office and I saw the numbers. They making bank. Women in medicine. I know like one dude my age who is an actual doctor. The rest of the doctors I know are women. That's a grand total of over a dozen. At least half of them are Black. I dated two of them. One is my closest friend ...
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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