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Life

Excerpts from my upcoming Book

Anthony Dixon
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Through Her Eyes.

The reasons why I didn’t enjoy English Literature was that Shakespeare and Dickens didn’t leave me breathless after reading the first Chapter of any of their Books. Doing my own editing on this Book, after reading it for over Twenty times, Chapter One Blows me away and leave me breathless. It Rips, it Roars, it flows and there’s no rambling. If the rest of the Book should fall apart, Chapter One have all the Characteristics of good Journalism. Fear not, the rest of the Book hold it’s own.

The Emphasis in the Book is that all Black People aren’t Niggers and all White People aren’t hateful Rednecks. Also casting a Blind Eye and Deaf Ears to the problem. The majority of us wants to Bury the past and move on to a higher Consciousness of Emotional Intelligence. The Minority wants to hold on to the past and groove to the Beat of the same old Drums. Here are Excerpts-

Now that Black People are crowding the Workforces, they want their Country back. I remembered years ago working for Two Brothers, they were worth Two Million Dollars. Nonetheless, Diehard Rednecks. Eavesdropping on their conversations, they made me feel like Shit, the way they Berated Black People, about how they were Lazy and Shiftless. Always looking for a Handout. One Day while Traveling in the Bosses’ car with a White Dude That I considered a Friend. A Famous Talk Jock had a call from One of his Listeners. The Caller told him that Black People were better off as Slaves. The Jock inquired, how so, the Caller replied, because they always needed someone to take care of them, as in Welfare. My Boss and the Redneck that I thought was my Friend, both broke out in a Hysterical Laugh. The Crap that Black People have to put up with in America, I am surprised that White People dominate the Mass Murderers List. One thing that I can tell you is that change comes from within the Ranks, One Individual at a time. You take control of your Education, Financial and Spiritual well-being on your own. No One else is going to do it for you, Church or Government, Not even your Own People. The Fortunate Blacks who make it up in the World, look back at you and say you’re not like me. Now you have Black on Black Prejudice. The Book is due in the Bookstores before the end of October.

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America, Motivation, Parenting And Relationships, Religion

Cover Page

Anthony Dixon

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Cover Page
The Blogger

Though reportorial contributions have been made by the Web generation, it is fair to say the vast majority of blogging does not qualify as journalism. If journalism is the imparting of verifiable facts to a general audience through a mass medium, then most blogs fall well short of meeting the standard. To be a good Blogger, One must be Observant to formulate an Opinion. Also being able to relate from life’s Experiences is a great Advantage. Here is One Blogger’s view on America’s greatest Social disorder, Bigotry, and their obstinate and unreasonable attachment to their belief, opinion, or faction; in particular, prejudice against Black People. And “the difficulties of combating prejudice and bigotry” Worse of all passing it down to their Kids Generations after Generations, the Tragedy of it all, the Kids don’t have a Mind of their own. They would prefer to latch on to every Sociopolitical Quackery and Conspiracy Theories than stepping into the Light. Jesus said that he was the Light. The Hypocrisy of it all is what’s printed on the Dollar Bill. ” In God we Trust “. This Book is the Result of me Blogging for Seven years. The Experience comes from Fifty Three years of Observation, living the Daymares of Racism. John Morgan, the most Prominent Attorney in my Hometown said, ” When you have lived long enough to get to our Age, you’ve earned the Right to Speak your Mind “. I say, after all, this is America, Freedom of Speech is Guaranteed in the Constitution.

She Matters

chapter One
It Don’t Make no Matter

Spielberg said “All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.”My Daydream is that One Day I will wake up and the Daymares of Racism will be just a bad reoccurring Dream that I have been having for Fifty Three years. The Stark reality is that Dr King’s Dream is overshadowed by my Daymares. Fifteen years ago I began to think that I would like to write a book. Continue Reading when the Book is Published.

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Ambition, America, Life

Excerpts from my Book

Anthony Dixon

Facebook is where I posted my first Blog, 60 Words long. So I decided to share the good News  with them first about finding a Publisher. Excerpts from my upcoming Book Nonetheless Mother has always told us to ask Questions, two Questions I asked and the answers chased my Sugarplum Fairies away. What do I have to do, answer, deliver two pounds of Drugs per delivery. Still intrigued by the second Question, how long before I could quit, answer, never, after a period of time we would find something else for you to do in the Organization. One more Question what happened to the guy that was doing this Job? Answer, he is in the East River, he started spending his Money, drawing the Cops attention to the Organization. There he went using that word again, here I go again living my Life in a single minute. I thought to myself, I would be dead if I refused the offer after he had exposed himself to me, telling me about the Murder of my Predecessor. I continued thinking that taking the offer was a death wish anyway, either by the hands of the Cops or the Customer who didn’t want to pay for the Goods. One of my Cousins took a previous offer I turned down at seventeen. One Day delivering two Kilos the Customer took the Goods and paid him with several Bullets. He became Wealthy, but at what cost? I knew that this was not the Life for me, once again I had to refuse another Lucrative offer. Yeah do I walk through the Valley of the Shadows of Death. Like Pac said ” I Live a Dove Life”. Dancing with the Devil seemed to be a preoccupation of mine. 23 Road trip to Hell This time I believe that my Life was on the Line for knowing what I did about Drug Distribution in New York and who the Players were. I went Home and told Mother that I was going to Texas to live with my Cousin Connie and learn her Craft. Connie was a gifted Seamstress who had crafted Fabrics for many Affluent People including Jackie O and Mrs Guggenheim. Her Skills puts her next to the Best Designers. Maybe deep down I was running away from what I knew about Drug Distribution in N.Y. Anyway I found myself on a Greyhound Bus heading to Fort Worth. The ride was Scenic and relaxing, I felt like I was losing the Past and embarking on a wonderful Future. Wanting to learn to be a Designer wasn’t so far fetched. In High School the Group I hung with and myself Launched a Graduation Party no High School ever seen before. Earlier I mentioned that my Friend and I dressed G.Q. so did the other Members of the Group. Part of the Festivities included a Fashion Show, some of the Clothes I wore on Stage I designed and fabricated. The Show was a Royal success, one of the reasons was, we invited Smokey Robinson and he performed on our Auditorium Stage, ooh, ooh, ooh Baby Baby, we were Bad. So wanting to take my Talents to the next Level was a timely Idea in 1977. The Bus made so many stops in so many States I thought I should have taken a Plane. But then again if I did I wouldn’t have gotten to see the Good the Bad and the Ugly American. The Bus stopped in Tennessee, so I got off to stretch my Legs. The Trip was wearing on me so I decided to get some Beer for the rest of the trip. I walked across the Street from the Bus Depot to a Bar. Inside the Bar there were three or four Deliverance look-alike Patrons sitting at the Bar. I asked the Bartender if I could have a Six pack of my favorite Beer, he said no you can’t buy anything in here. Your Place is across the street, not here, as in a White Bar. I thought to myself this is America isn’t it, I became insistent, he began to reach under the Bar, I knew it was time to leave before I became another Statistic in America’s Hatred of the Blacks. What an Education, I came this way to learn Fashion, along the way I was seeing Ugly America at its worst. Again Arlo Guthrie’s song was playing in my Head ” This Land is your Land this Land is my Land, this Land was made for you and me”, a little voice interrupted, think again Arlo. Lets not forget that Memphis most Celebrated Resident, said that the only thing a Nigger can do for him, is shine his Shoes, am all shook up was one if his Songs. Lets not forget that this is where Martin Luther King was Assassinated. Like Naz echoed ” Things will never change, go ahead and Hate me now”. It’s a way of Life, it’s almost Patriotic for these people. When the Bus……..

 

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Ambition, America, Life, Motivation, Parenting And Relationships

Self Reliance

Anthony Dixon

Self Reliance

My last Blog I wrote about a Homeless Woman in her Twenties, I pondered how that was possible. Today I got the Answer watching a young and proud Father Lugging his Five years old Son into a Supermarket pushing a Cart. My Mother told me that I could not wait to walk at Seven Months old. Tumbling down frequently, but never stopped trying until I got it. Believe it or not selfreliance starts that early. Once you’ve got it no one can take it away from you. Selfreliance rivals Self-preservation, they are actually Cousins. At eight years old, my Brother and Two Friends almost killed me. They tried to teach me how to Swim many times, but I just wasn’t grasping it. One Day they invited me to join them in a small Boat to go Fishing. Just about One Hundred yards from the Shore, They shoved me in the Ocean, Forty Feet deep. This was their Foolproof way of getting me to learn how to Swim. After Drinking a Belly full of that Saltwater, I decided that I wasn’t going under again. I started Doggy paddling, then stretched myself out and started Breast Stroking to the Shore.

That was my Ultimate Lesson in Self Reliance and Self-preservation. Still only Eight years old, on that same Beachfront. One Day while fishing from the Shore, I heard a Commotion coming from a Boat half sunken from the weight it was carrying. As the Boat got closer I could see my Friend Lefty paddling with his One remaining Hand. Lefty was the One who taught me how to Fish. While Teaching me how to Fish he told me how he lost his Right Hand. One Day He was fishing, a Fish the same size as the One in the sinking Boat he was paddling towards me begging for help to Moor the Boat. On that Fateful Day when he lost his Arm, he was fishing with a Surf Rod and Hundred pounds Test Line. A Blue Marlin took the Bait and Broke the Rod. Poor Lefty didn’t want to lose Months of good eating. He wrapped the Hundred pounds Test just below the Elbow. In my lifetime I have seen Nine Hundred pounds Marlins. No one knows how big was the Fish that Surgically removed his Forearm Five years earlier. Today was my Day to become a Man. I swam out to the Boat to help Lefty, he threw me the Mooring Rope. I swam back to the Shore and with every Muscle in me, I pulled that Boat carrying a Four Hundred pounds Marlin, till the Bottom was stuck in the Sand.

For my Reward, Lefty gave me a Sixty pounds Slab of Fish that was sold at Twenty Dollars a Pound. That’s a Six Hundred dollars payday for an Eight year old. Not all Boys are Fortunate to live Tom Sawyer’s Life. But robbing them of the right to learn Independence is absolutely wrong. Anyway getting back to that young Father. Teaching your kids to be Lazy also starts that early. To tell the truth, I have seen Nine and Ten years old sitting in the Shopping Cart while their Parents pushed them around the whole Store. On the Kid’s part, that is Lazy and Spoiled rotten. On the Parents part that is Stupid and careless, Knuckling under to some spoiled Child’s whim’s. Can you believe all of this, just to tell you about a Man who was my Neighbor. The Name is Fictitious, however the Man was real. Ever since I moved to Florida, I have noticed an inordinate amount of Grown Men, some as Old as Sixty riding Bicycles as their main means of Transportation.

That usually happens when your License is lifted Permanently, for either DUI or just plain Negligence John was about Fifty years old living with his Spry Seventy years old Mother. Who Owned the House, Bought the Food, paid the bills and bought his Cigarettes. He didn’t Drink, so that told the Story of his Driving Privilege restrictions. He had no Hobbies Craft or Vocation. However he had a Pet Dragon ( a big Lizard) and that is the end of this Blog. She never allowed him to grow up, now she has a Fifty years old Boy on her Hands. Parting Words ” you have to let them stretch their Legs”. Otherwise, they will never stand on their own Two Feet. I have got to tell you Guys, I love writing in this Paradoxical Style…What does it mean if someone is paradoxical?
adjective. If something is paradoxical, it involves two facts or qualities that seem to contradict each other. Some sedatives produce the paradoxical effect of making the person more anxious. (Highs and lows, happy and sad) Synonyms: contradictory, inconsistent, incongruous, ironic. My Mom’s favorite Phrase was ” In Harmony” My favorite Word is incongruous – not in Harmony. I have just completed my First Book, it’s about the forbidden Subject- Racism! In it I am Critical of the Church while Acknowledging God’s Grace. I Lambasted Haters while Praising my White Friends. I Sympathize with the Plight of the Black Man, being One, while kicking him in the Ass for Black on Black Hate and for not Knowing that Africa was once the Greatest of Empires. If that isn’t Paradoxical then the Word doesn’t exist. Now I begin the Journey of finding a Publisher or to Publish it myself on Amazon. I have Two Hundred and Fifty Followers on WordPress and Eight Hundred Fake Friends on Facebook and maybe Twenty Real Ones. That’s a good start for Sharing the Ebook version. Anyway Life is just a Play and we are all just Bit Players. How you play your Role determines who we are.

America, Life, Religion

Political Correctness

Anthony Dixon

 

 

 

Political Correctness

 

Just to let you Guys know that I am back. I have taken the mean-spirited and unabashed Tone of my Blogs to the next level. I have just completed a Two Hundred plus Page Book on dealing with Racism in America for Fifty Three years. Those who Follow know that my Goal is to write a Blog in One Paragraph and a Book on One Page. Spielberg said that once you have gotten your point across everything else is Bullshit. So Two Hundred Pages is as close as I can get to getting it done on One Page, without all the Panoramic Verbalizations. Political correctness is absolutely Bullshit. Using Candy coated Words doesn’t change the underlying overtone,  Sentiment or it’s intended meaning. It’s like telling your four years old that Babies come from the Stork. Political Correctness is unintentional Deception, trying to shield someone from the harsh reality of the Truth. Life is what it is, a cold Hearted Orb, ( Circle)  So is Racism. For Fifty Three Years I have watched America and the World shied away from having the Discussion of what are we going to do about Racism. It’s like not having the Sex Talk with your Daughter and she gets Knocked up at Sixteen. It’s not the kid’s fault for Experimenting, when all the Kids around her dress like Hookers and flaunt it like a Billboard. 

 

The other day I was in the Supermarket, a Woman came in wearing an absolute see through Black Leggings and White Panties that looked like a G. String. Absolutely nothing left to the Imagination.This was not a Teenager, this was a Grown Woman about Thirty years old. That’s what Political Correctness stands for. The undertone is overshadowed by the Statement. She might as well just have left the Leggings at Home. That is what I resent about Political Correctness, it’s a verbal Sham. Back to the Book, on my Cover Page, I stated that to be a good Blogger one needs to be Observant to render an Opinion on anything. The Book is the Product of Fifty Three years of Observation of the Ugliness of Racism in America and the World as a whole. I haven’t decided if I should self publish or find a Publisher. If I choose to self publish with Amazon, they don’t like the idea of the Material being found elsewhere else.

 

So I have to be careful of what I give away. To show the Ugliness of the Neverending Brutality, I wrote about a Fifteen years old Boy, who took care of my Wife’s Two Boys, when she needed a Babysitter. One Day there was a Disturbance in her Building, the Boy lived there also. The Cops responded and squelched the disturbance. Another Cop coming on Duty Heard the call on the Radio, itching for Action he also responded after someone else had taken care of the call. The Babysitter who was a Gifted Student and an Artist came upon the Crowd and Squad cars. Being Jovial he asked Officer Robert Torsney if he was looking for him. The Officer uttered Expelativedelated Nigger Comments and shot the gifted young Artist Dead. 

 

This happened in the late Seventies, my Two Stepsons grown Men in their Fifties still cannot talk about the Incident. Now do you understand why I quit writing Bullshit on my website and is now Devoted to let the World know of America’s greatest Social Disorder. Also I have been hard on the Church for not being a Social Champion for Changes in the Community and inside the Walls of the Church. Instead they latches on to issues like Abortion and Homosexuality, which is none of their Business. Homelessness, Racism, Police Brutality, Division and Divisiveness should be their top Agendas, they are not. I stopped going to Church because after Fifty Three years of Observation, my Antenna picked up on the Social Disorder inside the Walls of the place that I went every Sunday and put good Money in their Offering Envelopes. I wish there was a way to get my most Devoted Following to Preview the Book and lend their Input before I decide to Publish.

 

 My Verbalizations have swung as far left as Fifty Three years of Frustration have taken me. John Morgan, the most Prominent Attorney in my Area and possibly the Country said ” when you have lived long enough to get to our Age, you have earned the Right to speak your mind on any Subject”. And so did I. For all intents and purposes this Book should be called Political In-Correctness. I emphasized that there were such lesser Minded People as Niggers and Rednecks. Being Black doesn’t automatically makes you a Nigger. They come from all walks of Life and are in every Race, Color and Ethnicity. It’s a way of Being, the way you Act and the lack of Character that makes you One. I also Emphasized that all White People aren’t Rednecks, the Title encompasses a certain White Socioeconomic, pre Civil War Mentally that believe Slavery should never have been Abolished. Years ago while listening to the world’s most Famous Talk Jock. One of his Guests called the show to voice his Opinion on Black People. The Jock was a Redneck to instigate the Guest’s Opinion. The Guest said that Slavery was a Good thing for Black People. The Host asks how so. The Guest replied, because they always need someone to take care of them. It’s a good thing that the Book isn’t already Published because I am going to add this Blog in it. I was riding with my Boss and someone who I consider my Friend who turned out to be nothing but another Redneck. They both broke out in a Self-satisfied Thunderous Laugh. Now that was Politically Incorrect. A Boss and a Friend? Now do you see why I have a bad case of the Poison Pen, it has gone on for far too long, and I am just the One to hang out your dirty White Sheets.  Now I ask you was this Worth waiting for. I believe it’s been six Months since I Posted.