Are Black Women’s Strength and Independence taking away from their femininity?

Since the beginning of time, Black women have always stood shoulders to shoulders with black men. Whether they were in the field picking cotton alongside each other or in the boardroom conducting business next to their fellow black men, they seemed to have shared the workload equally, forever. Unfortunately, white society has burdened the black woman with the responsibility of the black family from the time she was brought to the west from captivity in Africa. Even after slaving in the cotton field for hours, white mistresses would force black women to breastfeed their infants. It was a never-ending workload, and the black woman can be compared to none when it comes to strength, energy, determination, but most of all, the ability to stay strong.

While the black male was being emasculated by the racist plantation owners, it was the black woman who stepped in to assume the responsibilities for the children. Fast forward 400 years, and nothing has changed. Black men are incarcerated at an alarming rate, and their unemployment status is at an all-time high, so that only leaves the black woman to muster the strength to carry the burden of raising children alone and providing for them without the assistance of a partner. She continues to be the head of household. She has no choice. Every parent wants a break from their children every now then, but imagine never having that choice when it comes to financial responsibility and raising children? Without too much thrashing of the deadbeat dads and other irresponsible men, black women have also carried the burden of being mothers as well as fathers, in addition to being sole providers for their children. All of this burden can bring about animosity, but most of the black women I know do this job daily without giving it a second thought. Their hearts are big like that. While most of them are misread by the media as being angry, too strong and too overbearing, the media is missing the most important character trait of the black woman, which is resilience. That’s right, the black woman is the most resilient woman in the world, which is key to her survival and strength. She can’t be broken. Despite all that she goes through,  she can still find it in her heart to love her children, her partner and face the world everyday with fervor. She doesn’t run away when the going gets tough, but everyone needs their soul soothe every now and then. Since too many black men are running away from their responsibilities, black women are left to soothe their own souls.

Without the black woman’s strength and independence, where would the black community be? We would cease to exist if black women weren’t strong enough to carry us through many generations.  It’s okay to get angry every now and then, ladies. You’ve earned that right. Let it out and let the world know that you are the strength of our community and you will not be broken by their stereotypes. No other woman is as sexy as the black woman, and that’s a fact, Jack!


Celebrities and their public defenders

I believe celebrity is the worst weapon sometimes used to protect/defend deviant antisocial and criminal behavior. For some odd reason, the public often feel they know a celebrity intimately and personally, and for this reason, many celebrities used their status to victimize and silence their victims, not just with their money, but also with their celebrity status.

A couple of years ago, I wrote about Cosby’s deviant sexual behavior and his rape of women, and I couldn’t believe how many women came to his defense, as if they lived with the man and knew him personally. So many people don’t realize that everything in front of a camera is scripted and well coordinated to show that image to the public. Unfortunately, Cosby started to delusionally induce his Dr. Huxtable persona once he left his television set to deal with the black community at large. He was America’s favorite dad, and we bought into his fictitious bullshit. He became the voice of reason and the morality compass for how black children should be raised. All the while, his own daughter was a drug addict and a drop out at Spelman college, his son was murdered, and his other children barely have a relationship with him.

Cosby is the most dangerous kind of predator, because he has defenders, plenty of them. He had earned our trust. Men and women alike believed he was Cliff Huxtable. Meanwhile, plenty of young women were suffering in silence at the hand of this predator, because they didn’t have the courage to fight his clean image as America’s favorite dad. They got abused and paid a few dollars to keep their mouth shut when they wanted to let their voice be heard. In order to spare themselves public embarrassment by this “great man,” they all took the money. After all, nothing was truly going to mask their pain. Perhaps a few dollars and a better financial position in life could help them cope better. Who knows? With greedy lawyers willing to make a buck, they never have the victims’ best interest at heart. Settling a case allows everyone to get paid.

Often times, people who live in glass houses tend to have the loudest voices. However, when that stone come rolling down the hill, it usually turns out to be a boulder. Cosby’s voice was more than loud in our community. We need to stop empowering these celebrities, because we don’t know a damn thing about them other than their portrayal of fictitious CHARACTERS on television and on the big screen. That is their job and the only thing we know about them is their work. Like Cosby, Darren Sharper, the former New Orleans Saints player, drugged and raped many women, but because of his good looks, community service and the image created by him and his people, he was able to get away with his crime for a long time, and gathered many victims along the way.

It’s not a coincidence when 13 rape allegations have been brought against Cosby and he’s managed to settle with all of his victims to avoid prosecution. We can’t continue to enable people like Cosby to victimize their victims once with their celebrity, and twice silencing them with their money. I have a daughter and my job is to raise her to feel that her voice matters. When the public stands with a celebrity to take away the voice of the victim, we are creating a society of victims. I don’t have any ill feelings toward Cosby, but I despise rapists, and because I have a daughter, I will make sure that a rapist’s despicable act is exposed.

Let’s not be defenders of deviant behavior, let’s be defenders of truth and high morality. After all, we don’t even really and truly know our own spouse, not unless we grew up with them and have been around them all of our lives. People are great at constructing the image they want people to love. Always search for the truth, not what’s been sold to you as the perceived truth. How many times have you been shocked that someone you thought was a nice person committed a heinous crime?


The significance of daddy

It’s fair to say that some men don’t really take the time to think about what it’s like for a child to grow up without a father, especially in the black community.

Today’s a very special day to me because it’s my daughter’s 7th birthday. I have not written a blog in a while, but I want to take the time out today to write this blog, because I want the brothers to start thinking about the impact of their presence in a child’s life, as well as, their own lives. There’s quite a few angry men out there who aren’t afraid to use the lack of a father figure in their life when they were kids as an excuse, or a crutch for their failure in society. However, these same men are also turning their backs on their children today. Have they lost consciousness when it comes to parenting? Why would they want to repeat a cycle that was so detrimental to their own upbringing? Does psychology have more to do with this than we’re willing to admit?

To me, being a father wasn’t a choice, it was what I needed to do and what I wanted to be after my daughter was born. Though my own father isn’t the best example, but I can still remember the great things he brought into my life. I try to one up on him when it comes to my daughter. Whatever my father did, I want to do it ten times better. Whatever he did wrong with me, I want to correct it with my daughter. And whatever he didn’t do, I want to make sure I do it for my own child. That’s how I can improve life for my next generation. You have to set the bar higher, so that the examples are better for each new generation. It may take a few generations, but eventually things will be better and the standards will stick.

There isn’t a moment that I spend with my daughter that I’m not amazed by her. She says the darnedest things, sometimes. I learn so much from her as a man. She has changed me as a person and I know that she’s  happy that my presence is constant in her life. My daughter is very territorial when it comes to her dad. No one can touch me or say anything bad about me around her. She gives me hugs and kisses for no reason at all. I also do the same. The benefits of being a dad is not only for the well-being of the child, but also for your own well-being. I feel so much better when I’m with my daughter.

See, children look at their parents as the god and savior we are supposed to be for them. Just imagine if you grew up without your God? What if your God turned his back on you? Most people get on their knees and pray whenever they’re searching for answers to their problems, but children think parents have all the answers. When a father is not involved in a child’s life, that’s one less solution that child can find. Dads are the in-thing now, so why not be part of the trend? The only benefit that you will have is a great and loving child.

We all want our children to marry a great person, someone decent, with integrity and a lot of character. Well, we have to start rearing better children, in order for them to find better mates. Your bad examples of today can very well be their worst example for tomorrow. Let’s break the cycle and raise generation-next better!


Team light skinned VS team dark skinned

Here we are in 2014, and we’re still struggling with an issue that has kept the black community divided since the white man set foot in Africa.

While embracing the fact that the black race offers so many different hues would be beneficial to our community as a group, instead, we choose to disband ourselves and continue to engage in a prejudicial battle that was created mostly through rapes and forced relationships by our former enslavers. Sometimes I wonder what it is that doesn’t click for us psychologically. I understand that people should have their preferences when it comes to choosing a mate, but creating a new form of racism to breed a new subculture within the black race is detrimental to our development.

Our children should not be dealing with issues that our forefathers dealt with on the plantation. The House Negro vs the Field Negro philosophy should be abandoned. To be quite honest, the House Negro has carried all the different hues within our race, in order to advance his career politically.  It’s not the same house or field Negro anymore. Do the names Clarence Thomas and Herman Cain ring a bell?  Some black people are born to sell their souls for their own benefit. There’s simply nothing we can do about that. However, when people are forced to waste their breath discussing Zoe Zaldana’s not being black enough to take on the role of Nina Simone, it just seems like we’re taking two hundred steps backwards. When has Hollywood ever done a biopic using a black actor that looked remotely close to the person being portrayed? I can’t recall any.  Malcolm X was affectionately known as Red to his friends on the streets of Boston, because of his red hair, freckles and light complexion, but nobody complained that Denzel did a great job portraying him on the big screen. I’m not gonna go tit for tat and list every black biopic that has been filmed in Hollywood by an actor or actress who didn’t fit the physical description of the legend portrayed, but I do find it sad on our part that we can’t let go of that separatist state of mind among black people. It’s bad enough that we have to deal with racism from white people, and prejudice from every other race. We need to use that energy to strengthen ourselves as a people, not weaken our community through division.

If light and dark skinned blacks are having issues, what would then become of the honey complected black folks? Are they gonna be lost like the mixed children who struggle with identity crisis most of their lives? Wouldn’t it be stupid for a child born from two black parents to have to deal with  identity issues because he or she might be light brown? I’m starting to feel stupid even writing about this bullcrap. Maybe I need to stop before I fry any more brain cells.
It’s time for us to wake up and unite, in order to deal with the real issues that impact our community daily. Stop the madness already!


Pour Le Pays, Pour La Patrie is a thing of the past in Haiti.

We must understand that Haitians suffer the most devastating identity crisis known to mankind, due to illiteracy.  After watching a tape of Haitian fanatics going crazy over the national Brazilian team, I’m convinced that we have no patriots left in Haiti.  Everything non-Haitian has a better outlook. There are no more patriots left in Haiti. You’re not a patriot, my parents aren’t patriots and most people in Haiti are not patriots. You can’t be patriotic when your goal is to escape Haiti for the next destination for a better life. Brazilians and Argentinians are better to them, because they offer better results and outcome. Psychologically, we have been doomed for a while. We are a nation with no direction. Mediocrity is acceptable and no one is willing to risk their lives to enforce change. The status quo remains. White people have managed to run Haitians out of their own country. They’ve taken away their hopes, only to humiliate them when they show up on American shores.

Just think about the fact that Haitians are willing to risk their lives over the deadly waters in the Caribbean sea to reach Florida, they are willing to allow themselves to be treated like animals in countries like Brazil, the Dominican republic and more, but they’re not willing to risk their lives to change Haiti. What does that tell you about the psyche of our people? Getting elected to any political office in Haiti is a quick scheme to riches. No allegiance to the country whatsoever on the part of the politicians.
Haitians have very little to be patriotic about. Since I was a child, I have seen nothing but chaos in Haiti. Through no fault of my own, I was raised out of Haiti. My parents brought me here for a better life as a young kid, because they didn’t have the fight in them to fight for a better Haiti, as most Haitians do not. There’s no dignity, pride or anything left in Haiti. Haitians are proud abroad, while their country continues to suffer the brunt of poverty in the western hemisphere. Haitian politicians ought to be shot for not giving a damn about their country, and for stealing Haitian resources and allowing foreigners to steal whatever else remains.

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Death Of the Black Publishing Industry, Book Distributors and Bookstores.

The excitement of hitting the road with a few authors to tour the country, while visiting America’s quaint African-American bookstores has become nostalgic. No longer Am I able to reach out to some of the more tolerable author friends of mine, to ask them about the possibility of a road trip while earning some money as writers. The weekends were the most exciting. There were so many events to plan for, and so many cities to visit. Detroit, Chicago, Philadelphia, Washington DC, Jackson, Miami, Boston, Cincinnati, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Baltimore, Newark, St. Louis, Richmond and so many other cities welcomed us with open arms. As authors, we shared our personal experiences with each other on the road, because it was viable to the growth of our literary community. It seemed like the second coming of the Harlem Renaissance, but everything must come to an end at some point, right? Many of the doors of opportunity started to close. Black bookstores are no longer a staple in our community. One by one, we saw the doors closed as each dedicated book retailer was forced to develop a new economic plan for survival sake.

Most of the black distributors have been served the same fate as well. No longer can I pull up my truck and unload dozens of cases of books at a store, while my car is illegally parked on the sidewalk somewhere in Brooklyn, Baltimore, Chicago or Philly. Those days of bringing a lookout with me to keep from getting a parking ticket are over. No more will I have to worry about carrying my infant daughter into a book distribution center, and set her down by the desk of a polite secretary, while I conduct business. Those exciting days expired. Those people have had the pleasure to witness the writer,  hustler, publisher, businessman and father that I had become. In the beginning, I thought those relationships would last a lifetime. I’d become acquainted professionally and personally with some of those people in the literary industry. Some of them are still good friends, while financial hardship forced others to become my enemy. Nonetheless, I treasure those moments that we shared together, doing business as black people, trying to create our own niche in a world dominated by white writers, publishers and distributors.

I remember when I finally received word that my company, RJ Publications, would be accepted by a major distributor. I was overcome with joy and excitement. No longer would I be restricted to just the Mom and pop bookstores, I thought. Borders, Barnes and Noble and Books A Million seemed like my gateway to financial freedom. My publishing company was flourishing. I could afford to pay new authors and offer competitive contracts like the traditional publishing companies. It felt great being able to make the dreams of many people from my community come true. The dedication was at an all time high, and the future was steps away from the shining sun. I could feel the burns of the bright future and the heat that was going to be bestowed upon me under the spotlight, and I was ready, ready to take on the world. Here comes the next mogul, I thought. I was gonna be the P Diddy of black literature. And then, all of a sudden it came to a halt. Amazon decided to stake their claim in the publishing game by introducing the Kindle. First was the burial of Borders, and next came all the independent bookstores that supported my business before the big companies came calling. I feel a bit of gratitude to those independent bookstores, because they helped me establish my name in the game. However, it was hard to make end’s meet when consignment was the name of the game. It was difficult and humbling to walk into a bookstore to find that all my books have been sold, but the owner couldn’t cut me a check owed to me.

We ignored many things that were going wrong with the industry, and at the end, we have to suffer the consequences. Some of us became complacent, while others embraced the new change that was to come. At the end of the day, I can only say that I’m still a writer, and the ride has yet to end.

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The Reality of Hate

With all the disrespect and hatred that has been spewed towards President Obama lately, I find myself hating all the racists of this country for having done whatever it is that they have done. I caught myself getting angry and turning to a hatemonger like them. One particular case that angered me was the picture depicting a disrespectful Jan Brewer with her finger in the president’s face. Another Russain lady who’s a naturalized American citizen, who can hardly speaks english, also had the nerve to question the president’s origin by filing a suit in court for Obama to prove his nationality. A white woman from another world has the right to question an American born leader, really? I say this to say that this country has been built on the backs of those people hated the most in American society, Black people.

Going all the way back to history we don’t have to dig deep to uncover hatred on the part of white people towards other groups for no reason at all. There isn’t a group of people that white people don’t hate on this planet. They’ve also created derogatory names for each group. While watching Bruce Lee’s story, I couldn’t help but notice the racism he had to overcome when he first came to this country. The Hispanics or specifically Mexican folks, have become the butt of everybody’s racist jokes. Indians from India feel the wrath as well, but none of them feel it as much as Black people. We must have the toughest skin because the hate that we experience seems to come from every race or group on this planet. Too many Indians, whites, Asians, Hispanics and so on, are either afraid of us, or they completely hate us based on the great job that white people have managed to do to sell our race as inferior and violent to the rest of the world. Even some of our black folks suffer from an  inferiority complex because of what  we have allowed white people to do to us.

Now, let’s really look at the roots of all this hatred. Why are black people hated and feared by so many people around the world? Since I’ve done a considerable amount of travelling around the world, I have a little inclination of the world’s view of us. As a matter of fact, I’ve been victimized by it, though I’ve never taken it quietly. Anyway, let’s answer the question posed at the beginning of the paragraph. I would like to believe that we’re not hated just because of the color of our skin, but because of the threat we posed and have become to a white man’s theory that we are inferior. In the beginning, we couldn’t go to college and achieve or learn the same way white people do, that theory was proven wrong by many of the brothers and sisters who have matriculated at Harvard and successfully graduated, though most of them were first generation college students. They wouldn’t accept our black athletes on college campuses because the games were too complicated for us and we didn’t have the physical ability to compete, but after so many of our pioneer athletes have demonstrated our superior athletic abilities and the courage on the basketball courts, football fields and baseball fields of every college campus across America, the bar was raised to a level white people never thought existed. The same thing would happen in medicine, business, technology  and agriculture. So ask yourself this question, what’s the reason behind the hate?

Black people not only helped build this country, we’ve also helped to keep it competitive around the world. The thousands of gold medals our black athletes have brought to the United States is comparable to no other country; the multi-billion dollar industries that Black people have helped create in sports and music is comparable to none; the strong spirit of entrepeurship that black people have brought to this country is comparable to none; the resiliency and tenacity that we have taught the world cannot be compared to none; the beautiful spirit and talent that we have brought the world is uniquely us; the creativity and innovations we have brought to the world in science, arts, music are done despite the fact that we were in bondage for 400 years. Just imagined if the playing fields had always been leveled, Black people would’ve been the leaders in every corner of this world.

The reality of hate kept this country from advancing far ahead in the world. Black people have only earned the right to vote in the last 50 years. Hatred kept us from reaching our potential back then and hatred is keeping this country from reaching its potential now. President Obama is so hated because of his race, he can’t even implement policies for the betterment of the country. Republicans have issues with the man even in areas where the country has shown progress under his leadership. The world would be a better place only if all this hatred was not a reality.

In Honor of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a blog about anything. However, I’ve chosen this special day to write a blog because of a man who is more important to this country than any president that we have ever had in the history of this country, to me. Not even the founding fathers of this country had the foresight, compassion, selfless attitude and character of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

One of the reasons why I’m writing this blog today is to ask, how far have we come as a society? Politics aside, can we really evaluate the progress that we have made, or have been allowed to make by white society? It’s only fair to put aside the fact that we have an African-American president in the White House because I feel his election has been part of the cleansing of white folks’ conscience, but not their true compassion towards our ability to lead. Mr. Obama has had to fight an uphill battle even with his own party since he moved into the White House.

As far as the eyes can see, we can all agree that great progress has been made by black people in American society, right? However, how near or far-sighted are we? First we must look at the industries that we dominate simply because of our genetic abilities and talents. Genetically, black people are athletically gifted, so it shouldn’t be any surprise that we have more black players in the NFL and the NBA. These two sports are highly pushed in our community because of the greater benefits to those who can exploit our talented athletes.  There were more African-American baseball players in MLB 30 years ago than there are today, why? Because there was a shift in exploitation to the Dominican Republic, Panama and other Latin countries. White folks no longer wanted to invest in baseball in our community because the money Latin players demand is significantly less than what they should be paid. Sports is a business and too many people don’t understand the profit sharing aspect of it, so they always blame the players for their demands. However, very few of these players are functioning physically well enough after retirement. We may have a lot more players playing basketball and football, but there’s only one majority black owner in the NBA, none in the NFL and Major League Baseball. Though we have seen changes in the increased hiring of minority coaches in the NFL and the NBA, the numbers remain dismal in Major League Baseball, the richest sport in America. 

Black people for no apparent reason have always had to fight for their position in American society. We have always had to prove that we’re capable and worthy in the eyes of white people. Has anything changed since the Civil Rights Movement? I really don’t think so. The phenomenon that Tebow has become in the NFL lately has only confirmed white people’s willingness to give a subpar quarterback many chances to prove himself in the once thought position that African Americans couldn’t play. It takes a special lens to be able to look at the bigger picture to understand the roots of certain prejudices and hatred in our society. Our president has been disrespected way too many times by nincompoops who shouldn’t even have a voice in the media. The dumbest president in the history of our country, George Bush the second, was never humiliated by the media even though his deficiencies were always at the forefront.

We can also look at entertainment and see the state that our music is in. Have we made any progress? Hell no. The regression of our arts is due to the capitalist push to denigrate our race and our subconscience to believe that what they dictate we are is what we will become in order to “make it.” How many times must our women be referred to as bitches and hoes before a music exec decides enough is enough? Why should they? They no longer have to call us names because we’re doing it for them. The most endearing term in black music, literature and our community has become the N word to way too many people, and it rolls off our tongues without a second thought. Referring to women as bitches and hoes is not limited to music either, just pick up any of the hottest books written by some of your favorite authors and you will find those books are laced with these words as well. Is that progress?

We can look at education. Black women have surpassed black men in high school and college. The dropout rate for black men in high school is higher than it’s ever been. Where are we going to find our next leaders if we can’t even convince them that an education is part of the process? Fewer black men are attending college, forcing black women to take on the burden of leadership, head of household, single motherhood, and caretaker. Are black women going to be the next leaders of our community? Is that fair? Is it progress? Who’s going to help raise our boys to men?

We can also talk about community and the regression is far worse. Drug use and prostitution are more rampant than before in our community. One of the primary reasons for the high rate of drug use is unemployment. The unemployment rate for Black men is almost double the national rate. Is it because the system is making it harder for black men to get jobs? Do black men lack the training and education to get hired in the job market? Even during the Civil Rights Movement black men held more jobs than they do today. We have not come a long way yet! Young black girls are forced to sell themselves into prostitution because of the enigma called materialism and drug use. The absentee fathers in the home also contribute greatly to the lack of self-esteem of these young girls. Now ask yourself, have we come a long way because we have a black president?

Why I can’t stop writing

As a youngster, I endured a lot of pain and misery. I never felt like I belonged with either side of my family. Being raised by my paternal grandmother, whom I felt sometimes resented my presence, I never felt a connection to anybody. There have been many other tragic events in my life that I can’t share publicly, but I feel that I was blessed with the talent to write for a reason. I’m not saying that I’m more special than the next person, but I’ve endured enough pain when I was younger until I graduated from college to last me a lifetime. While on campus in college, I was able to mask my pain by acting like a normal student. When I drove home on most weekends, there weren’t really any homes to go to. I mostly stayed with friends or family who felt that was the only way they could help me. I have so many stories that I have yet told, sometimes I wonder if I will be writing until I’m in my late 90’s(hoping to live that long).  The best has yet to come while I still wrestle with my personal issues. Most of the reasons that I keep writing stories about overcoming the odds is because I feel that I’ve overcome a lot in my life. I wasn’t supposed to be here living this great life that I feel I have. I should’ve been miserable and unproductive and may be even a vagabond, but my fighting spirit kept me fighting and I never stopped.

I remember when my daughter was born prematurely and the doctor told me she was going to be a quadriplegic for her entire life, it was the most painful thing that I had ever heard. She was my first and only child and I didn’t know what to do. My daughter kept fighting and I also fought for her by providing the best therapy and aftercare possible for her. I need to make her feel that she’s not alone in this world. Though her mother and I are divorced, she still needs to know that she has two loving parents and 2 comfortable homes. I’m not trying to be superdaddy, I just want to be the best parent to my daughter that I wished I had.

Also, the fact that I’ve received so may letters and emails from my readers affirming the changes that some of my books have caused in their lives, this keeps my motor running and the zeal to continue to pen the best stories possible. I wrote Neglected Souls because I felt neglected by those who were supposed to be there for me; I wrote The Most Dangerous Gang in America: The NYPD, because my fate could’ve ended like Sean Bell at the hands of police; I wrote Meeting Ms. Right because I always had dreams of finding my other half to build a family with (that didn’t work the first time around); And I wrote Ignorant Souls because I felt so many of us lack the education, knowledge and reasons why we struggle so much in our daily lives,   but after releasing those books, I found out I was not alone in my predicament. For those reasons and many more, I can’t stop writing.

I would like to thank all of you who have made this possible for me for the last 10 years. It’s been a very therapeutic journey for me and I understand it’s an ongoing process.