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604, 2014

One small step for democracy, one giant leap for Port Hope

By DHughes|2016-12-10T00:40:56-05:00April 6th, 2014|Categories: communitywatch|Tags: democracy, moon landing, Port Hope|0 Comments

Is there hope for democracy in small towns? The metaphor of the moon landing is overused but it seems appropriate for a local historic event that happened just one week Read more...

1911, 2013

Community? What is it good for?

By DHughes|2016-12-10T00:40:56-05:00November 19th, 2013|Categories: communitywatch|Tags: Community, Jean Jacque Rousseau, Richard Florida, Robert Putnam|0 Comments

You are part of a community and the sum of the parts is greater than the whole (photo: oneeyeland.com) As published in Northumberland Today Community is a grand Read more...

2905, 2013

No shitting, it’s a conspiracy – with Matt Damon, Bono, Branson and Wilde

By DHughes|2016-12-10T00:40:58-05:00May 29th, 2013|Categories: social|Tags: Bono, clean water, Matt Damon, Olivia Wilde, Richard Branson, shit strike, strikewithme|0 Comments

The clean water Illuminati conspiracy has gone viral Who gives a shit? Just rich celebrities? How about you? Do we really give a shit about the rest of the world? Read more...

805, 2013

If the moron majority “like ’em,” they win – are we that superficial about superficial politicians?

By DHughes|2016-12-10T00:40:59-05:00May 8th, 2013|Categories: politics, social|Tags: George H. Bush, George W. Bush, John F. Kennedy, Justin Trudeau, Mark Sandford, Pierre Elliott Trudeau|0 Comments

“Like” and “looks” matter, “talent” is incidental Mark Sandford, back from hiking off with a South American beauty, wins seat in US Congress. He’s a looker. Read more...

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My personal history is the stuff they write books about. And that's what I am doing. The working title, "Chains of My Father: Marry White."

"The ghostly image of the tragic mulatto trapped between two worlds." - Barack Obama

This perspicacious line from the Prologue of Barack Obama's "Dream from My Father" wrenched my aspiration into action. I started writing, furiously. Unlike Obama's perspective, my pain had been for the opposite reason: I was not seen by whites as a "tragic mulatto," rather I lived every day of my childhood hoping whites were not "searching my eyes for some telltale sign" that I WAS mulatto. This is my story.

It's historical fiction because I cannot find enough records to substantiate all facets of the story. I've combed the genealogy, traveled to my father and grandmothers' birthplace, walked the graveyards, searched the churches and ... well, all the facts aren't there. I have written three books based on the genealogy of other families but my ancestors emerged from a journey that left too few records – slavery.

My paternal, great grandmother was a "freed slave." My grandmother, Amelia, was born to a mixed race slave named Mary (we do not know her last name) and a white, French plantation owner, the Count de Poullain, in Grenada, West Indies. Amelia was raised in the "Big House" and in adulthood, in an attempt to escape her black heritage disowned her mother, telling her, "Get out and never come back." Amelia, as a mother of twelve children, enshrined into the family commandments, "Marry white." Many did, including my father. My mother was a lovely, white, Anglo-Saxon protestant born in England. They met in Canada where my dad studied and became a doctor.

It has taken five generations for the descendants of Mary to free themselves from the stigma of their black heritage but today my children embrace it. Unfortunately, the past 250 years have been a wasteland of bigotry, racism and bullying. But, on closer look, we see not only the brutality, fear, violence, and murder but also the self-respect, dignity, love, kindness, perseverance and indomitable spirit.

As of the spring of 2025, the depth of historic perspective and the sweeping inspiration of oppressed people has created a two-volume duology of which I have only arrived at the middle of the 19th century. 1840 is the year my great grandfather was born, the beginning of Volume II, and he's pushing me to make sure our story is published by the summer of 2026.

One small step for democracy, one giant leap for Port Hope

Community? What is it good for?

No shitting, it’s a conspiracy – with Matt Damon, Bono, Branson and Wilde

Eco-friendly vibrator – branding at its climactic best

If the moron majority “like ’em,” they win – are we that superficial about superficial politicians?

Canada, make a choice – are you for or against child abuse?