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Oh my god, we need an intervention

The weird folks from the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka are on a  mission to prove god has lost his marbles. And they are succeeding. They now claim that the madman in Norway who slaughtered 77 innocent people was God’s work – get this … “God formed

[Andres Breivik] and appointed him to punish Norway.” These are the same people who picket the funerals of American soldiers killed in action. And piling insult on insult, the US Supreme Court says what they do is – get this – okay. Do you feckin’ believe it (DYFBI)?

Only in America. And it ain’t likely to happen in Norway. In Norway they have laws against hate speech that trump the right to “free speech.” Sounds civilized in a civilized nation, ruled by civilized leaders, who provide a form of civilized behavior for the majority of its civilized people – Norway, of course. But in the good ol’ USA, the highest court in the land (more…)

By |August 5th, 2011|0 Comments

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Coming 2027

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 grandparents' birthplace, walked the graveyards, searched the churches and ... well, all the facts aren't there. I've written three books based on the genealogy of other families but my ancestors emerged from a journey of too much slavery and too few records.

In Grenada, West Indies, my paternal, 3x great grandmother was a "freed slave" and 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, Fredric de Poullain. Amelia was raised in the "Big House" and in adulthood attempted to escape her black heritage by disowning her mother, telling her, "Get out and never come back." Amelia, the mother of twelve children, enshrined the family in her ancestors' commandment, "Marry white." Many did, including my father marrying mother a lovely, white, Anglo-Saxon protestant born in England. They met in Canada where my dad studied and became a doctor.

It has taken seven generations to be free of the stigma of black heritage but today my children embrace it. Unfortunately, the past 250 years have been a wasteland of bigotry and racism, but, on closer look, we see not only the brutality, fear and violence but the self-respect, dignity, love, perseverance and indomitable spirit.

The depth of historic perspective and the human inspiration has created a trilogy and as of this writing I have only arrived at the beginning of the 20th century. 1900 is the year my father was born and the beginning of Book III, and he's pushing me to make sure our story is published by the summer of 2027.

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