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Bullying

Anthony Dixon

 

 

Tom Petty was Bullied in High School, they called him dirty Hippie
Tom Petty was Bullied in High School, they called him dirty Hippie

 

 

Bullying

My Wife tells me that I am repetitious, guess what, I totally agree with her. While studying Drama, I learned that repetition was the only way to learn your Lines. Playing Basketball I also learned that taking a corner shot was perfected through repetition of the same set( the way you position your body) and Arm release. Later on in Life I further learned that repetition of Daily Activities allowed you to perform them effortlessly when you grow old and Diseases like Dementia sets in. With that said I can continue with this Blog which has nothing to do with one or the other. Except that Bullying is a Repetitious Behavior of taking advantage of someone weaker than yourself.

Wheather it’s Psychological or Physical, it’s still abuse. What activated this Train of thought, was reading about some Women Executives who lost their Jobs because they reported Sexual Harassment bestowed on them in the Workplace. The So-called Men who Terminated or facilitated their Departure from the Organization, are nothing short of Bullies themselves, or sympathizers. The ones who actually performed the dirty Deed of making the Women uncomfortable with their Lascivious Behavior are nothing but little Chicken- Shit Boys with out of control Testosterones. Here we are back to the Motivation for this Blog, Bullying. When a Child shows Characterics of being a Bully, it is for you the Parents to cure them of the Trait.

If you don’t they grow up to be Thorny Bushes( as a Twig is bent so shall it grows) Words of Wisdom. Two instances that I recalled that were handled differently. Sitting at the Kitchen Table having a Conversation with one of my Childhood Friend. Her young Son who was about six years old kept interrupting, as a result of her ignoring him. He mustered up all the strength his little hand could find, and he rung her Bell. He slapped her so hard her Face immediately turned red. She went off the deep end on him, She slapped his Face repeatedly,I did or said nothing to his defense, sometimes that’s what it takes to cure a future woman Beater. His Dad was an a Abusive Man, I don’t know if the Child was mimicking his Father.

The second occurrence, the settings could be a duplicate. The young son of eight years old said Mommy you are a Bitch, she asked him why do you say that, he replied Daddy says you are. Did I mention Psychological abuse. Those are two Bullies in the make. Women abusers are one and the same period. If you don’t deal with this Syndrome of attacking belittling and downright Physical abuse of others. You leave it up to People like me to Manner-up your little Indiscretions. Bullies thought me to be a Punishing Street Fighter. At Eleven years old my Mother sent us to School Dressed better than the Teachers. Our Clothes were Pristine, Shoes polished like a Marine.

In the Neighborhood there were Three older Brothers, I will never forget thei’r Names, The Higgins. Taking a Bus would take Three times longer than walking through a field One and a Half Mile wide. These Three Hooligans thought it was their Job to send us to School and Home Battered Bruised and dirty every single solitary Day. They never took a Vacation from jumping us. After a while I got sick of being Pounced on by Boys bigger and older than I was. My Brother and I developed fighting Techniques to offset the Three against Two unfairness. One of my Techniques were, giving my Brother my Books to put in his Backpack. I would then load Rocks in mine, the first one who came within striking distance went down hard, sometimes he didn’t get up, while his other two Brothers render First Aid, we went on our merry way not even looking back.

That’s how you break them from the Habit of abusing People. Another prompting for this Blog is, its Saturday Night the Place is just about under Lockdown. The Health Professionals say to avoid People. What else do I have to do but sit here, Write Blogs,drink a couple of Beers and Reminisce. At Fourteen I was an Accomplished Street Fighter able to beat Thirty years old Men. In Junior High I was tested by another Bully older than I. This was an up and coming Thug, his Two older Brothers were Gunmen who had Killed before. This Boy singled me out to beat my Brains out. The first five Minutes of the Fight, he punished me with his Elbows Knees and Head-butts. Just about to cry No Mas, I found a Two by Four piece of Wood. I beat that Boy within inches of Death.

His Brothers who were looking for me were Executed Gang Style. I went to thei’r Funeral. If ever I had any Inclination of being Bad, I was looking at the Outcomes laying in thei’r Caskets. Bullies weren’t finished with me yet. Two Boys who became friends with me invited me to thei’r Home for Dinner, one was my Age the other Two years older. Both were Molested by thei’r older Brother, a Teacher. Sitting at the Dinner Table waiting for the Food, the Teacher led us into a Conversation about Sex. I became uncomfortable, stood up and started to leave. Teachie as he was called Pounced on me grabbing a Handful of my Testicles. He squeezed them so hard to put me in submission, I fought Tears. I blocked the pain by going into a Shaolin Meditation. With my Eyes closed I Visualized his Face in my Mind, I came up with a Knuckle Punch and nailed him in the right Eye, it immediately filled up with Blood. He released my Testicles as if they Burned his Hands.

How is that for Bullying, a grown Man bullying a Fourteen years old Kid into sex, a Rapist if you ask me. If you don’t cure Bullying, they grow up and think that they can do whatever they want to do. Look at Mike Epstein, Bill Cosby, Aaron Hernandez, O.J. Simpson. Parting Words for Bullies ” You are Fired”

P.S. Writing for me is Therapeutic. It’s like laying on someone’s Couch and Baring your Soul for a Hundred and Twenty five Dollars an Hour.

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Three Seeds

Anthony Dixon

 

 

 

Three Seeds

When I was young my Mother told me that she feared that one Day someone would kidnap me. The reason for her Fear she Explained, was that I was the most Loving and trusting Child she had ever seen. She continued saying that I gravitated to People, telling me how I would jump in the Arms of total Strangers. Over the years growing up it has puzzled People how thei’r Children Gravitated to me. I could pick up a Wailing Child, hold them for a short while, speak a few comforting words and they would stop crying. In my High School Drama class I had to give up my part playing George in Our Town. I could never make it through the end of the Play without crying.

My Teacher explained to me that the reason for that was that I possessed what is known as Empathy. The same way a Child can be Born with Prodigious Skills one can be Born with Empathy and a Tremendous capacity to Love. What happens to steal that capacity along the way growing up is nothing short of Criminal. When a child is Born their Minds, Soul, Temperaments and their entire Being is a Blank sheet of white Paper. What is written on it by thei’r Parents, thei’r Environment and others they encounter in life, Dictates how they live the rest of their Lives. In one of my earlier Blogs Titled The Palm Tree, I explained how I picked up four Palm Seeds and planted them. Three Seeds were planted outside in the harsh Florida Tropical Environment.

As soon as they Budd from Seedlings they all Died. The fourth Seed was planted on my enclosed Porch, in a Rainforest setting. After four years of living and flourishing in the proper Environment. The Roots are strong and if I decided to transfer it outside, one Day one Hundred years from Now it will provide Shelter for the Seeds it Sheads. If Children are exposed to Harsh Toxic Environment, they struggle with Relationships and Wither in Society and life in general, without strong Convictions. Remember that Wealth and Success is not only Measured in Financial Gains. Take a look at O.J. Aaron Hernandez, Bill Cosby and Mike Epstein. ” Teach your Children well and know they Love you”.

I am forever invoking the Story of a young Man awaiting Execution. Called his Mother to come close to his Cell, so he could whisper in her Ear, he bit it off rebuking her, that’s for not telling me that I couldn’t get away with Murder. The Seeds you Plant can grow into a Healthy Palm Tree or a Thorny Bush. I could end this Blog right here but I know that People like a Panoramic view of everything, so I will continue. Nineteen Seventy Seven I had the Educational Experience to have met a Man, whose Worth at that Time was five Hundred Million, We spoke for over an Hour. He said that Money could either be a Blessing or a Curse, what you do with it is what’s important. He continued saying that Money is only a Tool to do good things.

During the Conversation he explained to me that when his two Sons Graduated College. He did not give them Offices next to him on the twenty sixth floor of his Conglomerate. He instead gave them jobs in the lowest level of one of his Entities, a Road Construction Company. Laying Asphalt in one Hundred and thirteen Degrees Weather in Texas. I asked him why so Crude, he Explained that they would eventually Inherit his Dynasty. However he didn’t want them to Develop Rock Star Mentality and that he wanted to teach them Humility and the Value of a hard earned Dollar. None of them turned out like Jared Kushner, an Airhead, expressing Views he knows nothing about, ” Success” having everything handed to him.

That Encounter Thought me not to sell my Soul for Money, and to be careful of what I asked for.  That same year I returned to New York, Organized Crime offered me a job as a Courier, Delivering Kilos. The starting Salary was five Thousand Dollars Weekly, with Potential to grow in the Organization. My Upbringing was the only thing that kept me from Accepting the Offer. When I Bought my first Home, I told my Wife that if I had taken the Offer, from then to now the two Tier House would be packed with nothing but Money, not being able to put it in a Bank. With my Inguinity, today I would be a Kingpin and my Soul would have belonged to Satan. Today I credit my Success to my Mother, she told me that if you walk in Filth you certainly will Stink.

 

She also told me that the Decisions I made when I am young, I would have to live with them for the rest of my Life. I have been Fortunate to have had Great Teachers in my Life. In High School one of them told me that I should never stop Learning, when you stop, your Brain start to Die. I draw Parallel to what Archie would call Michael ” Meathead”, nothing Grows in a Comfort Zone. Further drawing Parallel, being Complacent with Society thinking what can one Person do, being silent Deaf and Blind, amounts to Acceptance and Approval. I am still the same trusting Person, only Age have made me Cynical as to whether everyone can be trusted to look out for my Best Interests. Finally working through Difficult Times should make us Better, not Bitter!

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R.I.P. Baby Jordan

Anthony Dixon

 

RIP Baby Jordan

My Mother once told me that when I was four years old I was the most loving and trusting Child, for that reason she feared for my safety. She said that she always thought that someone would have no trouble Kidnapping me. Jordan was of my young Heart and Nature, however he didn’t have a loving caring Mother like I had. Story told that when I was two years old the Painter walked away from his Paintbrushes soaking in Turpentine, yours truly removed the Brushes and Quenched my thirst with the Toxic Liquids. They told me that in a panic strickened frenzy Mom threw me over her Shoulder and tried to run seven Miles to the Hospital. Poor Jordan wasn’t lucky to have my luck. He was Born to two Players with Hearts of Stone.

Jordan and Mom
Baby Jordan and killer Mom

At four years old his parents had enough of each other and Jordan. The poor Kid ended up in a Foster Home, which was a stroke of luck for him. His Foster Parents loved him with the capacity that his Natural Birth Mom was incapable of loving anyone or anything but her miserable self. About two years ago I wrote a Blog about how Child Welfare agencies across America fails the most Vulnerable of our Society, Children in Parent Danger. Not Stranger Danger as was my Case. This is my biggest Beef with Education, how can one be Educated and remain a Dummy with Zero Common Sense, why can’t Education teach us to use Rationality and awake our Figurative Thinking. That didn’t happen with Jordan’s Caseworker.

The Idiot thought that he belonged with his Mother, a Player. Even though the Foster Parents Exhibited the highest Qualifications to Adopt the Loving Child. Jordan grew to love his Foster Parents the way I Loved Strangers at four years old. The Inept Caseworker however threw all Rationality out the Window and sent Jordan back to his unstable Mother. In the Middle of a Ferocious break-up the Child constantly cried from the Parents steady Annihilation of each other in front of him. The Evil Witch one Day slammed this Precious Child against the Wall, knocking him unconscious. Instead of trying to revive him and calling 911, she stuffed his lifeless Body in a Big Black Bag and Dumped him in a Remote area of the nearby Park where I frequented when I lived in the Neighborhood in earlier years.

Adding insult to the Brutality, she reported him missing, having two square Miles of Neighbors Panic strickened looking for poor Jordan. Eventually the Black Bag was found, she was Immediately Arrested and charged with his Murder. While awaiting Trial she gave Birth to another Child that she was carrying when she Killed Jordan, did I mention Player. Today October Thirteen Twenty Twenty Justice Rewarded her with Fifty years behind Bars. Where have I heard the Words ” Many will Profess my Name” , the Evil Woman told the Court that she have found Redemption and will walk with her Head High from now on. Dear Lord forgive me for not Buying it, I know that you said that no Man is without Redemption, but for poor Jordan I going to harden my Heart. As the Song goes ” Save yourself, cause I can’t even save myself”. So there you have it the Story of Baby Jordan, incidentally his Sacrifice wasn’t in Vain, a Law was passed in his Name Protecting the most Vulnerable ones.

Child Welfare; Citing this act as “Jordan’s Law”; requiring the Florida Court Educational Council to establish certain standards for instruction of circuit and county court judges for dependency cases; requiring the Department of Law Enforcement to provide certain information to law enforcement officers relating to …

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Senate Bill 634 (2019) – The Florida Senate

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Five Percent

Anthony Dixon

 

 

Five Percent

 

I was no more than fifteen when I told my Mother that I Believed that 95% of the People on this Earth was no Good. That was around the time that J.F.K. and M.L.K. left us. They set me Straight on how People are supposed to Live. My Mother’s reply was ” Then it was your endeavor to seek out and find those five Percent”. I still can’t figure out where she got her Wisdom from. At this point in my Life I have surpassed that five Percent. Many times I ask God why did he saved my Life so many times. For instance the time the Garbage Truck was heading to the Dump. Twelve years old on a Mission to Die, I chased it down and jump on the back of it. The Driver saw me and decided to shake me off. He took the Turn wide then cut sharp, I rolled fifteen feet, the near Death Exposure was a Rush, I got up and walked away.






Fifty five years later the only Scar I received I wear it like an Emblem of my Stupidity. He saved my Life to tell that there are Great people out there and they should be Sought out.

In this Life I was always fortunate to have Known some Great People. John Gutfreund was one, I will forever be dropping his Name, he was an Influencer. Regardless of his Stature he was first a Human Being and a Humble Man with Millions. His Money didn’t make him act like he was Special and looked down on anyone, including me. Then there was Mrs P, I met her while living in Pennsylvania. She was a Third Generation Polish Woman who’s Family Members were Diamond Retailers. She Married a Black Man who supported his Family well enough.








They had three Children, two Boys who shadows their Father, the Girl took her Mother’s Complexion, sixty five Percent yet she was considered Black. She knew different she wasn’t White and she wasn’t Black. She was a Human Being, Grateful for Life in any Skin. We were great Friends, Her Husband was fourth Generation Polish American we also were Friends. Nonetheless he had underlying Hate. I have no idea what his problems were, Hitler stomped all over his People. Persecution been around before Jesus, it will never end, that’s just the way Humans are. If you know your History you walk with Pride and Humility. One Day while traveling to the Jobsite with the Boss who was a Die Hard Hater, The Radio was set on The Howard Stern Show.



 

One of his Guests made a Comment that Black People were incapable of taking Care of themselves and maybe they were better off in Slavery. He was an Idiot and whoever listened were the same. They both cracked up with Hilarious laughter they showed their true Colors and their Insensitivity. So you see I have been Fortunate to have Known the Good the Bad and the Ugly Americans. Yet I keep searching for the five Percent. I never let the Mass put a Damper on my search for Cool People who just wanted to get along with each other. Years later I moved to Florida into a Gated Community That had never seen a Black Resident before me. Nevertheless you could not tell by the way they treated me with Fellowship and Respect. Many of us became good Friends we visited each other’s Home and Socialized.






 

This was a Community of five Percenters and proud of it. Today I see People gearing up to start a Civil War, not realizing that we can’t afford to tear it down. It cost Taxpayers Dollars to rebuild  Burnt out Storefronts. Revolutions are never free or Bloodless. Instead we should stand in the place where we Live and treat our Neighbors how we would like to be treated. Division is preached from the Highest Podiums with disregard for Peace and Tranquility. A Great American Statesman once said that Tyrants keep the People Ignorant with Disinformation. That’s how they stay in Power. As the Song goes” Ebony and Ivory living together in perfect Harmony” M.L.K’s Dream. Welcome to the New Order of five Percentages. One cold Winter’s Day that lives in my Heart keeps me Grounded and Focused.








Living in the North I learned to deal with cold Weather. Walking in Downtown Clearwater, surrounded by a Wealth of Scientology Buildings, I noticed an Indignant Woman shivering. I was wearing a Brand New Hoodie, I took it off and gave it to her. She didn’t say a Word but I know that our Hearts touched. A piece of Scripture flashed through my Head, ” I came to you dressed as a Beggar and you turned me away”. Two Days ago twelve at Night I am at the Service Station, a young Man in his twenties asked me for help. I didn’t know his Circumstances so I gave him enough to eat something. The Color of their Skin was of no Relevance, I am not a Sucker, I am my Brother’s Keeper, be he Black Yellow or White. I am so Glad that I never forgot my Flower Children Culture. You can say what you want about Hippies but they had the right Idea, Love the one you’re with. It’s a small World we are living in, you’re not alone, your Children are watching.

 

 

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Mother And Son Reunion

Anthony Dixon

Talking To my Mom

I guess I have Blown the Window of Opportunity  to say the things to you that I should have said in Life. Nevertheless just to let you know that it will never be the same  without you. I can go on with my Life , but I will forever be Grateful for the Life you gave. Remembering the many times you jumped into Action like a Super Woman to save the Life you gave, once thinking that you could run seven miles to the E.R. with a four year old on your Shoulder. Carrying me to the point of making my first Buck, being twelve and a sneak Thief, throwing small change at you, That was to let you know that there was nothing I wouldn’t do to shoulder your Discomfort.

When you Discovered me, you gave no Shame, only Counseling. These are just some of my Shortcomings that were never Discussed in Life. Just to let you know that I deeply Regret not Talking to you. Many People babble Words yet they don’t Talk, some Speak Eloquently yet say Nothing. There are People you can Talk to about anything, you are one of those. Living in the Bronx at Fourteen we had the Greatest Conversation we ever had. You found one Ounce of Weed in my Clothes and flushed it in the Toilet. While I searched the House frantically you kept asking me what was I looking for. The Composure and the Diplomacy you presented left a lasting Lesson for the rest of my Life.

You have my Respect for Life. You didn’t go off the Deep End and try to Crippled me like you did when  coming Home five A.M. Shit-faced at sixteen. Thanks for every Hit you gave me for Dragging myself up instead of Raising myself Up. I chose to be a Deviant, instead of Rising to your Expectations. How Deserving of me to have a strong Willed Woman for a Mother. One that would give sweet Love as well as Tuff Love. One who could defend herself if I ever got the Notion. For all the Love and Respect the only Hand of mine would only be a Comforting Touch. How come we can’t and won’t say the things that really matters to each other in Life . Now you are gone and you never Heard the Words of Tears. As a Result of you Teaching me how to Talk, with my Heart, from the Heart, I am able to Compose this Dialogue.

I consider myself Fortunate for Knowing you. I Remembered when J.F.K. and M.L.K Died you Cried. Fifty years later I now Discover what those Tears ment. You saw their Vision. You told me that they may never Accept me but they will Respect you for the Job you do. Those Words have kept Food in my Stomach two New Cars in the Yard good Health Insurance and many other Trimmings. You didn’t Preach, you Teached. How fortunate could I have been, to be Homeschooled as well as Public, as well as in Life. You are a Beacon in this Storm called Life. You Thought me that a Man can Prosper by the Sweat of his Brow and be Loved by giving it. I ask your Forgiveness for not doing what you wanted of me at sixteen, be a Scholar.

They say that when you are getting ready to Die you come Full Circle with Life. I hope I am not getting ready to make the the big move. Having this Bly ( To give one a chance or to ignore/overlook something) is as Full Circle as it gets for me, Talking to my Celestial Mom. Anyway Mom I am a Blogger, they need to know that one should connect with the one they Love in Life, not after they are gone. Like Richie Heaven said “Old Friends what a Time it was , I have some Photographs”. Pattie Labelle bring Tears with you are my Friend. Niel Young said ” Old Man take a look at your Life, I am a lot like you were”. You Thought me the Importance of Music and Poetry. I know that she is Reading this while I write. She was such a great Listener. You could Talk for a half Hour, she would listen not saying a word then walk away. Penny for your Thoughts, you couldn’t pay anything for her Silence. I envied her for being so Poised. Interacting with each other takes great Communication, not just Talking but Listening and Feeling. Do you Feel Me? Make good use of good things while you still got them. Shower them with Love and Understanding while you still got them. Forget about correctness, I am Talking, saying things that should have been said. Because when Life have Ceased, Words have no Weight. Regardless, I love you Mom.

Lyrics

You are my friend,

I never knew it till then

My friend, my friend

You hold my hand,

You might not say a word

But I see your tears when I show my pain

You’re my, my friend

I never knew it till then

My friend

I feel your love,

When you’re not near

It helps me make it knowing you care

The thought of you helps me carry on

When I feel all hope is gone

I see the world with brand new eyes

Your love has made me realize

My future looks bright to me,

Oh because you are my friend

You are my friend

I’ve been looking around and you were here all the time

I’ve been around and around and around and around

I’ve been looking around and you were here all the time

You know what I’ve been doing

I’ve been looking [Repeat: x7]

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Marty Paich / Glen Campbell / Traditional

You Are My Friend lyrics © Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management, Songtrust Ave

P.S I tell my Wife I love her so much she hears a Broken Record.