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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...

And Russia is Wakanda Russian's have successfully destabilized America through memes and internet trolls. They also have funneled money into divisive groups and organizations. What they getting close to doing is weaponizing the Blacks and other minority groups in America. Russia has never really made good stuff. They don't even have a nationally recognizable brand. But when it comes to weapons... Everyone knows what an AK-47 is. Russian's built that. Putin's new nuclear cruise missile is another example of Russian combat ingenuity. When I was over there they got some other really advanced stuff that could really mess around and start a revolution. All the "pro gun" advocates we hear are mostly puppets of Russians. Weaponizing the general population with typical firearms is phase one of their plan. Phase two: arm Blacks and other marginalized groups with vastly superior weapons. Can't stop a hand held plasma cannon with a shotgun. Yes, Ru...

I’ve spent more time in Russia than the average negro. I started back in 2009 in a summer program with Brown, Yale, Harvard, and Stanford students. We all took classes on Russian language and literature at the Nevsky Institute in St. Petersburg. That’s when I first saw her. Nappy red weave twists and a permanent scowl best describe this young lady. She never told anyone her real name. While we were there we were all given Russian names and she stuck with hers like velcro straps on senior shoes. As we were the only two black students in the program I approached her in an attempt to strike up a conversation. Me: (jokingly) “So you heard anything about Russian Juneteenth celebrations?” Her: “Dvaite, govorim po-russkii” Come on, speak in Russian. Me: “Ya ploxha, znau russkii. Luche na angslicom” My Russian is bad. English is better. Her: (eye roll) “Then why come here?” Me: That’s a great question. “I’m researching the history of Blacks in Russia” Her: (deadpan ...