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Truculent and defiant teenagers are not unusual, but ones that have to face one tragedy after another and deal with the consequences of their reaction to them are not.
When do you cross the line from being the 'hero' to be coming the monster? Durham killed his abuser at the age of ten. As an adult and tired of pedophiles having free reign on innocent children, he decides to take the law into his own hands. His fishing excursions are to die for.
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Mhia is so upset about not being able to hug the sun her mom tell her the story of the antics the sun goes through to get a hug and she learns a little science in the end. Who Will Hug the Sun is part of a series of picture books titled IN MY SISTER’S WORLD
Ever wondered what America's history would look like if every race was included in one book? Celebrated daily?
History was written in more than Black and White and Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History lauds loudly the accomplishments of all races that helped make America the great country it has become. America’s glorious multi-racial history is finally acknowledged.
I'm excited to share the newest review of my American history book and a much needed trek out of the house and onto a wonderful blog site.
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Below is the review for Ey Wade's book, "Beads on a String." On August 24, she will be sharing a bit about her writing journey on the Sweet & Sassy Scribblers' blog. So please drop by, say hello, and welcome Ey to our Scribbler family.
A Unique Look at American History
"History is usually told through the eyes of the victor" is an oft-used description of the textbooks we're assigned to read in school.
Unfortunately, a lot of the historical facts and information that don't favor the ones in power get glossed over or totally ignored. Other bits are skewed to stretch the truth or tell only one side of the story.
Ey Wade wanted her home-schooled children to get the whole picture of American history through the eyes of the people making the history. I was very impressed with her focus on presenting a multi-racial history and not emphasizing skin color or ethnicity. Instead, her account values the contributions of the people involved in building our country without using distinctions or labels.
Of course, there were terrible chapters in the history of America we cannot overlook – slavery, the oppression of Native Americans, the mistreatment of Chinese, Japanese internment camps, and the list goes on and on – fueled by hatred, bigotry, and fear. Ey Wade covers these events in a clear and concise, non-biased fashion.
In the introduction, Ey states that "Beads on a String" was written to help everyone learn from the past and use that knowledge to make a better present and future. In other words, in place of dwelling on the wrongs done by our ancestors, it's better to let go and heal. She reminds us we are a nation of immigrants. Instead of being African-American, Asian-American, or European-American, "we need to drop the hyphen, and all be Americans."
I for one am and always have been in line with Martin Luther King's Dream as you can tell
from my statement of belief. I continually chase the dream.
“I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.”
King's dream and the fact I was a home-schooling parent wanting a history book applauding contributions of all races are the reasons I put together Beads on a String America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History. It is amazing to me how long it took some people to agree to recognize a holiday for such a person Controversy over having MLK Day.
If each of our histories were celebrated everyday and our children were taught to value all histories, contributions, and differences we wouldn't have to wonder what Dr. King would think about us today. His dream....my dream would be fulfilled. We live in different times and we now play on a different game field from or ancestors and we need different tactics to fight the causes of today. Beads on a String chooses not to be about a certain color, but about a certain Nation. Learn more about the book.
America as a nation has many problems and yet what other country in the world can attest to the fact that people or dying to be here? There is a dream in their heart to be a part of this great nation and to live in the land of good and plenty as a member of one body. So why do we keep the line of separation as a constant reminder? The hyphenation, which line that separates all races and the word American.
The elimination of the hyphenation that is placed to distinguish White Americans from African (Black), Chinese, Arab, Indian, Japanese and every other race would be an immense triumph for Americans. That hyphenation continues to put a space between the races that are naturally born and the races that have chosen to become Americans. And we are that, Americans that have contributed enormously to the growth of the great United States.
Why is all of the hyphenation and hatin' going on in America? Why is such a distinction made before we are labeled Americans? African (sorry I don't come from Africa.) Arab, Asian, Black, Chinese, Hispanic, Native. I don't see anything about White-American or European-American. Who made this 'hyphenation' up and why are we accepting a line that separates us? I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.
I believe that there are no pure races in America. Once Africans loved and integrated with Native Americans and the White man brought the first boat of Black slaves to America and raped their women, the 'pure' races were put to an end because nine months later, some woman had the first mixed baby. This integration happened again and again within all races. We are such a mixed breed in America that it has become hard to distinguish one race from another just by looking in a face. Some Blacks were so light skinned that they married into the White race and no one knew and may never know. Light to White skinned babies were being born and no one knew if they were Black or White and it did not and does not matter because they were born into the human race. Once free, they became American citizens. As does anyone born into this country, or anyone that chooses to come into this country and become an American. How many pure races are living here? From what we see, love among the races is flowing freely. Don't forget what happened to our fore-parents. Let us not repeat it. Let go of what happened in the past. I am not saying that there is not prejudice in the world. What we are saying is that when we are fighting for a 'cause' we must remember we are fighting the system and not a person. We have to be diligent in collecting facts, have an unbreakable, unbeatable plan, and remember that all of our foes may not be of one color.
Pay attention to the present. What we consider 'small things' is happening daily in the schools; on the jobs; in the government. Pay attention so that we don't step back in time. Stop trying to benefit from the past. Everyone that was involved in the mayhem and destruction of the families and the souls of the slaves are dead. We cannot charge nor punish them with anything and if we attack we may hurt our own. We take a chance of destroying an uncle, aunt, cousin, brother because roots run deep. We cannot change the past hurts, but we can change the present laws. The heart of man has to be dealt with by God. We should not dwell on the past. It stirs up hatred in young hearts that should only know peace. We know what happened to our fore-parents. Let us not repeat it.
It is time for America to let go of the past and heal itself. The grieving period should have been over and the healing started. But every year, old wounds are torn open by the words Black History Month. Why don't we teach the children about America's History with everyone included? To me it seems as if only a few Black people are pulled out of the closet, dusted off the shelves and paraded in front of America as if to say, 'this one wasn't worthless', this one wasn't stupid'. Why is it that the 'black' is in capital letters? Is it to point out that a person of color has a brain or is it to pronounce to the world that we have pride? If there is so much pride in America for Native, African, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Iranian-Americans and other 'hyphened Americans, drop the hyphen and pull together and teach our children that every bead has a purpose and should be celebrated.
Let's wake and live the dream.
Posted by
Ey Wade9:26 AM
I'm tired of the skintone fight within races. #WeNeedDiverseBooks
In a few Afican-American FB groups I see a lot of negative comments about characters in books being light skinned, mixed-raced, whatever colored eyes...why? As if they are - we are something to be hidden and not written about.
I haven't heard anything as ridiculous since the paper bag test.
People, Black authors in particular, need to stop belittling other authors and applaud and congratulate each other. Prejudice and ridicule hurts, more so when it comes from your own.
I see nothing wrong with an author writing about whom they wish. Especially when the Black race is of so many different shades. I honestly see covers of all colors of women and men and choose my books by synopsis. All that negativity alienates and discourages new authors, let alone makes me not want to buy the book from the ranting authors. Just seems like self hate to me. Reminds me of the inner race crap and bullying from school. Grow up, write your book the way you want and let other authors do the same. There are enough shelves for every book to grab a spot.
In my newest book these are the people I am writing about: Paisley Murong and Malachi Dae.
When Clouds Touch is the embodiment of a story of soul mates, Paisley and Malachi.
Destined to meet since before birth, their story wraps us somewhere between loving and caring, wanting the best for someone, while wanting to see them happy, even when it is risky and they must obey the demands of family. Paisley, a woman of Japanese decent, living with Albinism and heart disease, is meek, yet makes no apologies for seeking what she yearns. Hiding behind the protective fold of her wagasa, she yearns for freedom from her overprotective parents and the love of a man she's known only in her dreams, even at the cost of her health.
Malachi, a man who has visions of meeting an illusive shadow, uses his sense of humor and sensitive side to build their relationship. He's determined to win her love, even against the wishes of her parents.
I have no intention of being slotted by color.
Posted by
Ey Wade1:50 PM
Before you decide to hate someone, step away from the mirror. No other person can be your reflection. Take time to learn the difference. Experience makes us who we are.
MY STATEMENT OF BELIEF
"I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.”
What do you believe?
Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History.
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YURI KOCHIYAMA (born May 19, 1922. Died June 1, 2014) was a US
Japanese-American civil rights activist. Kochiyama was born Mary Nakahara in
San Pedro, California. After the attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, Kochiyama's
father was imprisoned the same day. Her family was sent to a camp in Arkansas,
were among the 130,000 Japanese-Americans interned during the Second World War.
Two of her brothers joined the US Army. In
1960, Kochiyama and her husband Bill moved to Harlem, New York City, and joined
the Harlem Parents Committee. She got acquainted with Malcolm X and became a
member of his Organization for Afro-American Unity, following his departure
from the Nation of Islam. She was present at his assassination on February 21,
1965 at the Audubon Ballroom in Harlem, and held him in her arms as he lay
dying.
In 1977, Kochiyama joined the group of
Puerto Ricans that took over the Statue of Liberty to draw attention to the
struggle for Puerto Rican independence.
Over the years, Kochiyama has dedicated herself to various causes like rights of political prisoners, nuclear
disarmament, freeing Mumia Abu-Jamal and reparations to Japanese-Americans who were interned during the war.
Social activist Yuri Kochiyama recalls meeting Malcolm X. This
clip is an excerpt from Yuri Kochiyama's oral history interview
conducted July 21, 2009 (denshovh-kyuri-01-0014). To see the complete
interview, visit the Densho Digital Archive (http://www.densho.org/archive).
Angela Davis and Yuri Kochiyama are renowned activists, scholars, and friends. The documentary Mountains That Take Wing is a story of a friendship, captured in conversations between women who have taken part in nearly every major social movement of the 20th century. C. A. Griffith and H. L. T. Quan spent over a decade on this film, and we're happy to share a selection from it with you. Distributed by Tubemogul.
Read about more influential women within the pages of Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History.
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Ey Wade12:42 PM
Have you ever wondered how it is- activist, believers in change - tend to say things which inevitably, come true? Even to the point of predicting their deaths? I hate the idea of starting such a research, so I'll mention this one, because his song resonates with the feelings of many who are oppressed.
Sam Cooke, after standing up for his rights as a human , pinned the song, "A CHANGE IS GONNA COME" a bold move during the struggle for equal Civil Rights. I am not surprised that he was brutally murdered a few months after his stand for equality.
This month, my plan is to slant into the minds of America and the world, I am Black 365 days of the year. Worthy of recognition beyond the 28 days, deserving applause everyday-along with the other races and faces of America. We need to get beyond those minimum days, week, or month of recognition for other ethnicities.
Return daily to see who is being recognized and applauded.
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My feelings of Black History Month is to compare it to a scab over a deep wound.
The wound sits, healing and scabbing over for ten months, then comes January and Martin Luther King celebrations, the scab is picked at until its sore and parts of the wound is exposed.
In February the scab is completely pulled off and the wound is open, and vulnerable for all to see and attack. Fiddled with, poked at until it is raw and bleeding. Everyone sees it, everyone feels the pain and yet no one can do anything to heal the wound or extinguish the burn from the tears and neglect.
The reopening hurts more than the first cut because now more people are involved in the poking, pulling and exposing. The tiny cut has become a crater. At the end of February, it is left alone. The ohhs and ahhs are over and the wound is left to either fester and infect the souls of some or crust over and try to heal itself...until the next year.
Don't get me wrong, I love the concept of Black History Month - excuse me, the mere 28 days of flipping through the pages of time, but it needs a change. . What started off as Negro History Week in 1926 by Carter G. Woodson, became National African American History Month, has evolved into a few glorious days of "black face."
A Black face here, a Black face there, here a face, there a face, everywhere a Black face.
Thing is, it's always the same Black faces. The same fighters, writers, teachers and inventors. Who are the ones we don't know? Where are the ones we haven't been introduced to? Where are the heroes of all races? Scattered around and waiting for their special week or month to pop up on the calendar so they can be recognized. Disgraceful and a shame. We should acknowledge everyone every day.
I would like history more if Blacks and other minorities were acknowledged every day of the year. I bet the wounds would heal when prejudice and misconception is replaced with pride, knowledge and acceptance. Where is the book that does this?
Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History, is the only American history book in print (or e-Book) to give accolades to ALL races of Americans for their contributions to America's formation and growth. It is the ultimate celebratory vehicle for Black History Month. The perfect way to reintroduce the world to America's 8 history. Just read some of the feedback.
Through Beads on a String, you are introduced to individuals you may never have heard about. Their contributions should be noted daily. ACKNOWLEDGE.
In Beads on a String there are short biographies of hundreds of people from activists to actresses.Bits of history.
Each time I see an African-American male safely and peacefully walking on the streets of the city, I immediately think about the dangers the Black males faced each time they left their homes. Today, even though danger still exists, is possible for men to stand or move about without the constant care or worry of being jumped, yanked from the streets and killed simply because they are Black.
As I watch these guys, especially the ones just clowning around looking like idiots. Or when I read the news of Black on Black crime (not excusing any crime) I wonder three things:
Do these males realize how blessed they are?
Do they ever think about the path their ancestors had to walk down so they can reap the benefits?
What have they really learned about America's history and the role minorities played in it?
History was written in more than black and white and should be taught and illuminated to the world on the daily.
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Ey Wade1:29 PM
LABEL MY RACE HUMAN
"He believed that like skin color, cranial profile, etc., went hand in hand with declarations of group character and aptitude."
The different physical traits of African Americans and Indians became markers or symbols of their status differences. The concept of race was developed and established by a study and thesis paper written by Johann Friedrich Blumenbach. It is amazing how the mere words of another person can effect and change the course of history, and the wealth, health and well being of another. Mere words, whether based on truth, personal beliefs or delusion can make or break a world, a nation, a life, mere words.
The label of race in America was used as a way for the proponents of slavery to continue using humans as free labor, to keep the poor, poor and make the rich richer while integrating the idea in the mind of the Caucasian that their 'race' was superior to that of the Indians and the African. Only society makes a difference between people.
There is nothing in the law of nature that makes one color of person superior to another despite the fact cultural differences, language barrier, and the color of skin all fused together to form a case set against another group of people.
Blumenbach, born May 11, 1752 was a German physiologist and anthropologist. His thesis paper written about the difference in people and titled On the Natural Varieties of Mankind was considered one of the most influential papers of his time and basically established the way different races are seen in the world today. The separation of the people by race was established in order to institute the separation by social and economic differences.
The idea of the Caucasian race to be superior to other races has been spread across the entire world. How people have been accepted and treated within the context of a given society or culture has a direct impact on how they perform in that society. Racial beliefs constitute myths about the diversity in the human species and about the abilities and behavior of people placed into "racial" categories.
The myths combined the perception of behavior and physical features together in the public mind, and blocked the ability to understand behavior is not a genetic determination of a person. Temperaments, dispositions, and personalities, regardless of genetic, are developed by the life we live.
Blumenbach's theory was based on his study of 60 human skulls, with these skulls Blumenbach divided humans in to fiv e races, Caucasian (white), Mongolian (yellow), Malayan (brown), Ethiopian (black), and American (red). Later in life Blumenbach was in Switzerland when he came across a beautiful Black woman who caused him to do further anatomical research and come up with the belief that Africans were not inferior to the rest of mankind. Unfortunately these later ideas were far less influential than his earlier assertions with regard to the perceived relative qualities of the different so-called races.
He believed that like skin color, cranial profile, etc., went hand in hand with declarations of group character and aptitude.
*The "fairness" and relatively high brows of Caucasians were held to be apt physical expressions of a loftier mentality and a more generous spirit.
*The epicanthic folds around the eyes of Mongolians and their slightly sallow outer epidermal layer bespoke their supposedly crafty, literal-minded nature
*The dark skin and relatively sloping craniums of Ethiopians were taken as proof of a closer genetic relations to the apes. Despite the fact the skin of chimpanzees and gorillas beneath the hair is whiter than the average Caucasian skin and orangutans and some monkey species have foreheads fully as vertical as the typical Englishman or German.
Blumenbach's analysis sealed the fate of every race other than Caucasian as inferior. Looking over the list of the awesome people that have made America the fantastic country it is today, it is has been proven time and time again that the 'inferior' label placed on many races is false. Basically what it all boils down to is the fact one set of people decided they were better than another, used the unknown about the Indians and Africans' culture to foster the belief further and spurred the lies and discrimination to justify the psychological, and physical torture aimed at another group of people
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Blumenbach died January 22, 1840. His classification and the scientific concept of human races was widely accepted for about two hundred years, but in the late twentieth century, it came to light that Homo sapiens could not be divided into races or subspecies.
So where did the term Caucasian originate? The term Caucasian is sometimes used to refer to people whose ancestry can be traced back to Europe, North Africa, the Middle East, South Asia, Russia, and in certain areas of the Horn of Africa and Central Asia. In Europe (especially in Russia and the surrounding area), Caucasian usually refers exclusively to people who are from the Caucasus region or speak the Caucasian languages.
Usage of the term Caucasian as a racial classification declined in Europe in the 19th century because it did not allow for enough distinctions as required by the new forms of nationalism that were emerging. In The United Kingdom, Caucasian refers to people from the Caucasus. In Canada, the term Caucasian is known, but rarely used as a description of white people. In Australia and New Zealand, the term Caucasian is mainly used in police offender descriptions. In New Zealand, the terms more commonly used to describe white people are Pakeha, European New Zealander, or simply New Zealander.
In the United States, Caucasian has primarily been used as a distinction based on skin color, for a group commonly referred to as White Americans, as defined by the government and Census Bureau. A large segment of the Hispanic community in the United States can be scientifically categorized as Caucasoid, but may not be labeled as white (by themselves or others).
The question of a difference between the Caucasian race and white as a racial category in the United States has led to at least one set of major legal contradictions in the United States Supreme Court in the pre-Civil Rights era. In the case of Ozawa v. United States (1922), the court ruled that a law which extended U.S. citizenship only to whites did not apply to fair-skinned people from Japan, because: The term white person, as used in [the law], and in all the earlier naturalization laws, beginning in 1790, applies to such persons as were known in this country as white, in the racial sense, when it was first adopted, and is confined to persons of the Caucasian Race. A Japanese born in Japan, being clearly not a Caucasian cannot be made a citizen of the United States.
However a year later, the same court was faced with the trial of United States v. Bhagat Singh Thind (1923), where they ruled that someone from the Indian subcontinent could not become a naturalized United States citizen, because they were not white. The Supreme Court conceded that anthropologists had classified Indians as Caucasians, and thus the same race as whites, as defined in Ozawa. However, it concluded that the average man knows perfectly well there are unmistakable and profound differences, and denied citizenship.
After Blumenbach's time, the term Caucasian no longer was associated with peoples from the Caucasus but continued to be used as a racial indicator. Wow, amazing how one person's opinion, a mere word shaped America. We are a nation that thrives on 'mere' words to shape our actions and thoughts...mere can almost be integrated into our name A-mer-i-ca.
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Posted by
Ey Wade6:56 PM
"We, if only seen as a ‘casing’ or a vessel- we cannot change, as a thinking individual we can cause enormous changes. We just have to be accepting of the differences and learn from history. Remember history was written in more than Black and White."
Ignore the skin I'm in and get to know me for who I am. In saying this, I have to say I can't wait until February to make this point, there is so much to know about the Black race, all races, we should shout out 365 days.
If we are honest we will accept the fact, tension in the world boils down to the color of a person’s skin, ridiculousness. We can do all, be all, live in the White House and in the end, those of us who are Black, continue to be seen as blight. Maybe it's because some never bother to get to know the true person, they only look at skin tone.
In the history book Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History chapter three is titled Voices of Change it begins with this quote:
“There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them are without signification.” 1 Corinthians 14:10 and has a section dedicated to activism and the people who stepped out to confront the injustices directed at people of specific ethnicity.
As the author I started the chapter with a small bit of history pertaining to members of my family. These members, my father Adam Wade and cousin Robert Sampia, fought and succeeded in the desegregation of what is now Lamar University in Beaumont, Texas. How many of us cannot find a single member of our family who has participated in the formation of history? It doesn’t matter the color of your skin or your belief system we have all voiced and accomplished a change. We are all significant.
This belief is the reason I wrote Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History.
This post was originally titled Dressing the Part and shared on with Literary Lunes Publications as my view of Black History Month.
With the removal of the warm, thick hooded coat of January’s obscurity, we exit the first month of the year and step into the blatant exposure of February’s stark cold reality. Where scars of old are unceremoniously ripped open, let to bleed and reawaken hurt and pain, all in the guise of history, recognition and celebration.
February, the only month of the year I have no choice, but to dress the part and look at myself as being more than just another human. In February I am no longer a common American or a mere woman. I am reminded I am different. I am a Black American.
This difference which in actual fact goes no deeper than the upper level of pigmentation of the skin, has been the determining factor of life and death. Success and failure love and hate.
I like to think of myself as a very free thinking open minded person. Never see myself as a color nor do I feel as if I should slot myself as a particular race…until someone or some event points it out.
In February, the event is Black History Month. In February I pull on my best Baptist Church Lady clothes, slap on the big hat, hold my head up high, poke out my chest and look down on the peons as I sit and watch the lives and deaths of my ancestors being exposed to the world. And I want to cry. I hurt for the ancestors of those who committed those crimes. I cry for the newer generation who do not follow the hateful discrimination of their family members. How disappointed they must be in their forefathers. How tired they must be of having to relive this year after year. I know I am. I’m tired of being seen as a color. I just want to be known for who I am.
I sometimes wonder if Black Americans fight a losing battle for equalization because the battle is not against ‘us’ per say, but against a sense of shame. Shame for an action is hard to wipe away. You can apologize for wrongs which have been done but as long as the object of shame is seen, the shame is still there and eventually shame is substituted with anger and irritation and the object becomes a victim again. As long as we (Black people) have been in America you would assume we would now be an integral part of her structure. We shouldn’t have to be paraded in front of the world one month, no, a mere 28 days, out of a year.
We shouldn’t have to repeatedly shove the atrocities committed to our ancestors in the faces of all. These things are facts of history and should be taught to our children on the daily as are all aspects of things that have occurred in America.
Though we strive to be like our White counterparts, accepted unconditionally we are still fighting to be tolerated. I call this ridiculousness. In order to tolerate someone or something we have to step out of our comfort zone. The hardest thing in man’s mind is to be tolerant of another or to keep an open mind. We judge without thought because something or someone is different. As an author of color I have to confess the trepidation I felt when having my books published. The doubts I harbor have nothing to do with my ability as a writer, but in the willingness of the non-colored world to accept my writings. To read the words and see people who live through the same kind of situations and handle things in the same way as any breathing individual. We don’t all gang bang, use drugs, or live the baby-mama drama. I laugh now at my wish to keep my face and bio off the back covers. Life is not fair nor is it equal in its praises or recognition. Humans are a selfish entity believing we are better than another because of our race, religion or sexual orientation. The fight for racial and social equalization continues and will continue as long as man breathes. Our unification should grow because of our differences and if we are honest with ourselves we would accept the fact our differences are only skin deep. In religion, anyone can choose which path to follow. In education, we can all go as far as we choose. In jobs or professionalism, whether or not to be a parent, or who to marry all are conscious choices.
We, if only seen as a ‘casing’ or a vessel cannot change, as a thinking individual we can cause enormous changes. We just have to be tolerant of the differences and learn from history. Remember history was written in more than Black and White. The book is available in print or download on and ready for (whatever model) your eReader to eat it up. Kindle, Smashwords , Sony or Kobo, Nook and iPad.
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We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
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“You may think that the Constitution is your security-it is nothing but a piece of paper. You may think that the statutes are your security-they are nothing but words in a book. You may think that elaborate mechanism of government is your security-it is nothing at all, unless you have sound and uncorrupted public opinion to give life to your Constitution, to give vitality to your statutes, to make efficient your government machinery."
(April 11, 1862 – August 27, 1948) was a lawyer and Republican politician from the State of New York. He served as the 36th Governor of New York (1907-1910), United States Secretary of State (1921-1925), Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States (1910-1916) and Chief Justice of the United States (1930-1941). He was the Republican candidate in the 1916 U.S. Presidential election, losing to Woodrow Wilson.
“The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.”Anaïs Nin
Anaïs Nin (born Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell) (February 21, 1903, Neuilly-sur-Seine – January 14, 1977) was a French author who became famous for her published journals. Nin is also famous for her erotica.
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“I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.”Ey Wade
"We in America understand the many imperfections of democracy and the malignant disease corroding its very heart. We must be united in the effort to make an America in which our people can find happiness. It is a great wrong that anyone in America, whether he be brown or white, should be illiterate or hungry or miserable."
Bulosan- "America is in the Heart"
Carlos Sampayan Bulosan (born November 24, 1913) was a Filipino American novelist and poet best-known for the semi-autobiographical America Is in the Heart. As a progressive writer of labor struggles, he was blacklisted by the FBI due to his labor organizing and socialist writings. Denied a means to provide for himself, his later years were of hardship and flight. He died in Seattle suffering from an advanced stage of bronchopneumonia. He is buried at Mount Pleasant Cemetery on Queen Anne Hill in Seattle. He died in Seattle, Washington on September 13, 1956.
"The events which transpired five thousand years ago; Five years ago or five minutes ago, have determined what will happen five minutes from now; five years from now or five thousand years from now. All history is a current event." *John Henrik Clarke
(January 1, 1915 - July 16, 1998), born John Henry Clark, was a Pan-Africanist American writer, historian, professor, and a pioneer in the creation of Africana studies and professional institutions in academia.
“Salvation for a race, nation or class must come from within. Freedom is never given; it is won.”
Philip Randolph
Asa Philip Randolph (April 15, 1889 – May 16, 1979) was a prominent twentieth-century African-American civil rights leader and the founder of both the March on Washington Movement and the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters, a landmark for labor and particularly for African-American labor organizing.
After obtaining Ms. Williamson's permission to use her quote, I placed
it as the first page of my book. I think of it as the mantra for all who
are portrayed within Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History book. What do you fear?
"Our Deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure...."
MARIANNE WILLIAMSON (born July 8, 1952 in
Houston, Texas) is a spiritual activist, author, lecturer and founder of the
The Peace Alliance, a grass roots campaign supporting legislation currently
before Congress to establish a United States Department of Peace. She has been characterized as "an ex-cabaret-singing Jew from Texas", and is
sometimes associated with an urban myth concerning Nelson Mandela's 1994
inauguration speech as president of South Africa.
The press has referred to her as a
modern-day shaman, a Mother Teresa for the '90sand Hollywood's answer to God,
and failed to credit her for working with dying AIDS and cancer patients and
the homeless on L.A.'s streets. Williamson founded the Centers for Living, an
organization dedicated to providing home delivered care for people with
life-threatening diseases and has participated in fund raising activities for
charitable causes.
Williamson's monthly lectures were not
strictly Christian and that has been the central core of her appeal. She
addresses both established Christianity and Judaism in statements such as
"You've committed no sins, just mistakes." She teaches love and
common sense as all religions do, but she does so in the irreverent language of
the Seventies. Her earliest renown was for her talks on A Course in Miracles, a
step-by-step method for choosing love over fear. A passage from Williamson's book, A Return to Love, has become popular as an inspirational quoteand has been used, amongst other places, in the 2005 film, Coach Carter and the 2006 film, Akeelah and the Bee. It is often incorrectly attributed to Nelson Mandela;
Williamson herself is quoted as saying, "As honored as I would be had
President Mandela quoted my words, indeed he did not. I have no idea
where that story came from, but I am gratified that the paragraph has
come to mean so much to so many people."The quote is:
Our deepest fear is not that we are
inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our
light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be
brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?"
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a
child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine,
as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within
us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in
everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we subconsciously give other
people permission to do the same.
As we're liberated from our own fear, our
presence automatically liberates others.
"Within America's history-“I feel that we, as Americans, are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors, held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads- leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.” What do you believe? Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History
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