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Good Neighbors

Anthony Dixon

 

 

Ever heard the saying ” Needle in a Haystack” well that’s exactly how it is finding People getting along in a Copacetic manner, as in unity, as in Congeniality, as in doing unto others, as in being down to Earth, as in being a Human Being. Or better yet as the Waltons would say being Neighborly. People are so full of themselves as my Mother used to say. She should know, she had a Sister who went out of her way to Drive a Wedge in the Harmony of the Family, with the he say she say Propaganda. She relished people at each other’s Throats, I call that the Jr Euwin Syndrome ( not happy unless the World is on fire) That is just the Hardcore Antagonist whose Soul belongs to Satan.

But what about the so called God-fearing ones who carries Malice in their Hearts as if it were thei’r Family Crest. They Hate you for being Black, for being Muslim, to be Christian,  to be Jewish, to be a Mongolian Priest. They killed St Valentine for not relinquishing his Belief, they Crucified Jesus for not Renouncing that he was The King of Kings, The Messiah and his ability to Heal. When I look back to see how far we’ve come from the Caves to where we are now, the Distance is short. Spirituality is a heavily trampled Rug. Thei’r entire Being is nothing but a Selfie on Social Networks, how do I look, how do you like me now, how am I doing Financially. Am I living next Door to Bill Gates or Bill Bradley.

Even in a Gated Community you are still a bad Neighbor, because you don’t respect your Neighbors rights to live there. In my old Neighborhood in New York a Black Nurse move into a Predominantly White Neighborhood, the Indignation she received for years would be enough for me to abandon the House and run for the Hills. Let’s forget about the Hardcore Haters, what about Family Members who don’t speak to each other, Neighbors who looks over their Fence and not a cordial word of Civility, or Coworkers you have worked with for years who have never said good morning.

My favorite are People in a Relationship, you let them close to you and they Trample on your Heart. I Relish saying what I have to say in two words so there you have it, this is not the way God planned for us to live among each other. Anyway who am I to Thread on the Subject, Cain killed his Brother, that was the first Evil Act and the rest of Mankind ran with the Ball. Buried in Time there are many Struggles, if not Moses would have no need to set his People Free. Thank God I have a Hippie Mentality Peace Love and Understanding, I choose not to live like you. Mr Morgan the most Prominent Attorney in my Area says that when you Live long enough to get to our Age, you have earned the right to speak your Mind.

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Don’t stay with someone who antagonizes you or belittles you.

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If you feel lonely, you’re better off being alone.

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Know when to walk away.

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You can gauge a person’s love for you by how they treat you when they are upset with you.

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Love is a verb, not a noun.

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When a lightbulb goes out, you fix the lightbulb. You don’t get a new house.

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Don’t settle for someone who has zero regard for your feelings or wants just because you’ve been together a long time.

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Just because you love each other does not mean that you’re good together long-term.

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No relationship is perfect and there will be conflict. What matters is the desire to solve the problem.

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Always fight the problem, not the other person. If you keep this in mind when arguing, you’ll be able to actually resolve the issue than be mad at each other.

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Don’t look for a girl you want to treat like a princess, look for a girl you want to treat like a partner.

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Don’t disparage your SO behind their back.

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Confidence isn’t “I know she likes me”, confidence is “I’ll be okay whether she likes me or not.”

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There are a number of people you can be compatible with. No one is perfect. You have to work at love.

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You’re not required to set yourself on fire to keep other people warm.

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Marry the one who gives you the same feeling you get when you see food coming at a restaurant.

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The grass is not greener on the other side, it’s greener where you water it.

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Stop trying to find the right person and start trying to BE the right person.

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The person who cares least in the relationship has the most control.

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Don’t listen to other people’s comments. Make your own relationship rules.

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It’s better to be happy than to be right.

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Always be the first to genuinely apologize after a fight.

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You can’t expect someone to love you when you can’t love yourself.

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Just because you liked the friend-version of someone doesn’t mean you’ll like the relationship-version of them.

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Before you move in with your partner, go on a road trip with them.

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Don’t be afraid to open up and be vulnerable. Vulnerability can bring you closer together and strengthen the two of you.

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When you and your SO are arguing, remember—it’s you and them VS the problem. Not you VS them.

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Just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

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Don’t fall in love with someone’s potential.

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It takes two happy individuals to make a happy relationship.

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If the world didn’t give each other second chances, we would all be single.

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Everyone is searching for the perfect person, but no one is trying to be the perfect person.

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If you love the memories more than the relationship, it’s time to move on.

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Just because a person is right or perfect for you, you may not be the right one for them.

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If it’s broken, fix it. If you’ve lost count of how many times it’s broken, or the cost of repair far outweighs the initial outlay, throw it away and move on.

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Out of all the things needed for a successful relationship, love barely makes the top 5. Honesty, loyalty, trust, and communication all have to be there.

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Always hold hands when talking about the hard stuff. It helps to keep the negative emotions in check & shows you care.

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Be the man or woman you would want your future or current child dating.

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Love is about appreciation, not possession.

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Don’t go to bed angry. Everything will be there and worse in the morning.

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Always seduce your lover, even if you are in a committed relationship. Otherwise, another person will.

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Talk to each other about problems, not friends and family.

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Keep no secrets, tell no lies.

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Sometimes you gotta wise up and let go. Yes, it hurts. But it’ll hurt more in the future.

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Relationships aren’t hard. If it is hard, you are probably with the wrong person.

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Love is not a feeling. Feelings fade, change, respond to situations and events. Love is a choice.

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If it feels wrong at the beginning, it probably won’t get better.

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If you’re keeping score you already lost.

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Love is an action, not a feeling. It’s learned and developed skill, not an experience. Not that the romantic feeling doesn’t exist or isn’t a wonderful part of the relationship, but it doesn’t make it last.

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The best sign of a healthy relationship is no sign of it on Facebook

Written by:Lorenzo Jensen III

This article was published in thoughtcatalog.com  & Found on Ask

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Life

I Chose to Die Another Day

Anthony Dixon

Proper Hygiene is the Answer

Smart Gamblers do not Bet on anything they have no Bearing on the Outcomes, Not wearing a Mask is taking a Gamble. Sometimes I Honestly Believe that in many Instances I have walked in the Light, the many times that I have Cheated Death bears me out. Working in a Justice System is as Public as it gets. Since the Lockdown I haven’t missed One Day of work, while People around me test positive every Day and are Quarenteed. Many of them came to work for fourteen Days before showing Symptoms. They touched the same Elevator Buttons and Door Handles that I did. One Morning I woke up to the News that a Cruise Ship was Anchored off the Coast of Florida with many sick People on it. Interjecting that Sailing a Ship is an Acquired Skill, Keyword, Judgement.

The Captain of the One Hundred Foot Vessel, The Christina used poor Judgement. He decided to take the Vessel through the Eye of a Hurricane, Sinking it while losing one Hundred Lives. Draw your own Conclusions about Ringing the Bell and Responsible Leadership. On the Ship Sitting in Limbo off the Florida Coast was ninety Sick People,  no one Knew the Symptoms, or their Origins. Four Months later I ask myself, of the Ship’s large Bookings, how many showed no Symptoms and so bypassed Quarantine. During that same Time, a light went on in my Head, telling me that this is the Beginning of something Big. After working in Hazmat for many years I learned about Pathogens, Mold , Bacteria and the many different Passages of Ingestion.

Years ago as a result of Smoking I was told that smoking causes your Cilias to lay down instead of standing straight inside of your Exapegust standing straight in order to catch Foreign Objects entering your Respiratory System. Another thing I learned also was to Clean Hygienically, to control Spread. After watching the News about those Illfated Passengers. I Launched My own Personal Sanitization Program on myself and the Court House, two Football Fields long, by four Stories. My first Plan of Action, I Mapped out a Route of Traveling between Floors, then I Designated which Bathroom and Lunch Rooms that I would use. I started my Sanitization Program by wiping down the Handrails in my Travels with a Product that lists that it kill Covid19.

I moved on to wiping down every touchable Surfaces including Door Knobs and Elevator Buttons. The Entire Housekeeping Department looked at me Queer, as If I was Creating work for them. As a result of being in the High Risk Group with Existing Factors, I had no Choice but to protect myself, the Others in the Building only Benefited from my Efforts. Tuesday June 22 , I came to work and learned that one of my Coworkers came to work for two Hours with a Fever of 102 after being off the previous Day. She was sent directly to be tested, came back Positive Three Days later, she is Sick. A week earlier I learned that the Prison fifty Yards away is Ravaged. A month ago a worker in the Building told me that he tested Positive after being tested Negative.

He was someone I shared Space less than Social Distancing. Three Months earlier he had said something smart about me wearing a Mask. There you have it, the Motivation for this Blog. Protecting yourself. As I write, the Buildings are being Fogged Daily. Let me Spell it out, I am in a Hot Bed of Lava. My Coworker who is sick and I handled one particular Phone Daily, I always use the Intercom. The other Guy I sat across from on a Picnic Bench has recovered, who knows how many he infected. If I wasn’t practising good Sanitization and wearing a Mask I definitely would be Sick. Here are Excerpts from An Aol Story……Negative comments started rolling in immediately. Some were patient, explaining to Gilles that Starbucks employees are simply following protocol, while some were less kind. Gilles fueled commenters by responding to some of them. “Masks are stupid and so are the people wearing them,” she wrote in one such post. Well since public Places started reopening in Florida, we have hit a one day Record of ten Thousand positive cases. Sure only Stupid People like me wear a Mask while I am surrounded by Sick People.

This is absolutely Killing me , knowing that four Months ago I Posted a Blog, Titled The Mask.  No one Heard me being the Town Crier. After doing Hazmat Work I know the Importance of Protecting yourself. Last Night I watched the Cuomo Show,  He and a Guest complained about not fully recovering from Covid19. The Guest who was fully Healthy before she contacted Cov19, now she travels with a Rescue Inhaler and gets Respiratory Therapy. If that’s not enough reason for me to wear a Mask to sleep to protect my Wife, considering that I go into a Building that is Hot everyday, I could be Sick and show no Symptoms. There you have the Gist of this Blog. Protection from me, Protection from you. Talking about Leadership, if it was Mandated to wear a Mask from the Onset, there would have been no reason for a Shutdown of the Country. In the Building that I work ninety percent of the Workers haven’t worked in four Months, over one Thousand People. Not wearing a Mask is taking a big Gamble.

Life, Religion

A World Gone 😠 Mad

Anthony Dixon

My Followers know that it is my Fantasy to write a Book on one Page, so here it is the following are Excerpts from my Ebook containing twenty one Thousand Words. After Reading, if you want to see it Published by Professional Publishers you may Contribute, dose’nt matter it is still going to be Published. I had planned to Post this on my Facebook Page before my Website. But then there are Copywrite values.

 

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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. Here is a Blogger’s view on a world gone Mad.

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                     Through Her Eyes

It Don’t Make no Matter

Black Lives do matter, for that Matter, all Lives including the Cyclops that doesn’t believe It. A lot of Black Lives have been Squandered over the years by a bunch of Ignorant overzealous Terrorist Types. They go by the Names of Klans, Supremacists, Skinheads, Officer Robert Torsney and of lately, Officer Derek Chauvin. They may even be your Neighbors. As it did in Tulsa Oklahoma in 1921 when three Hundred Black People were Murdered by their White Neighbors. One year later thirty Black People Murdered in Rosewood Florida. It Don’t Make No Macha is Slave Ebonics( It Don’t Make no matter), that’s how Beleaguered Black People felt back then. It don’t make no matter is a feeling of helplessness, dejected and of being Violated. They knew that if they ran away, the Consequences would be Grave. They also knew that if you Outlawed Racism, it don’t make no matter, it’s what’s in the Heart of man that really matters. The Genocide of the Native American People speak for itself. Buried in Time the Falls Creek Massacre, where nine Native Americans two Men three Women two Boys and two Girls were Slaughtered. some of us are just Natural Born Killers. Some of us Survive above all Odds. Today we are not running, we are standing our Ground. Stand your Ground is A Law that Protects you if you feel that your Life is in Danger. A young Black Veteran who served his Country well and learned his Job of Targeting and Precision Release. He returned home to find the same Indignation he left. With the sentiment that it don’t make no matter, he armed himself and took up a Vantage point four Stories high in a Garage. In the Aftermath five Cops were killed and he was blown up with a Robot Bomb, pretty much a Jihadist I would say. Five Hundred miles away two more Fallen Officers, twelve Hundred miles away an Ambush and yet another, he was Black but he wore the Blue. Am I the only one who see a Pattern of Home Grown Terrorism, this is Palestine all over again. Are we approaching the Edge of Night. How many more US Army trained Black Men who are Sharpshooters out there, that are Grinding Axes. I am a firm Believer in Law and order with deep Rooted Patriotism. Always support your Country, your Government, only when deserving. Young Disenfranchised Blacks don’t see eye to eye with me, their Patience has run thin. Waiting four Hundred years for changes that they will never see. I am not a Pessimist, only a Realist. It’s a proven Synopsis, Oppression Incubates Rebellion. The turn of Events in the year two Thousand and twenty have brought out fifty years of Disappointment and Sadness in me. Disappointed in my Fellow Man Disappointed in Government and Society as a whole for casting a Blind Eye and a Deaf Ear to Racism, Prejudices and Brutally. Worse of all you feel good about yourself. Going to Church Sunday Morning talking about Praising the Lord. One of his Fundamental Laws is to love thy Neighbor. I don’t know what Pagon God you Worship, certainly not my Jehovah, I am my Brother’s keeper.

Life

You Can’t Run Away from Yourself

Anthony Dixon

 

 

Hate is a Powerful Emotion and a Dangerous one. It can cause Ill-Effects on your Health Physically and Emotionally, on others also. It can Destroy People’s Lives, yours also. It can have effects on how you deal with Family Members and the People you work with.

Nineteen seventy one, I was seventeen years old working full-time and going to School. I worked for a High Class Restaurant located on fifth Avenue where Dinner was one Hundred Dollars a Plate. I was a Pantry Chef, the Money was Great for a High School Kid. The Exposure to different People and Lifestyles were Awesome. My Boss however was a Hater who had no Respect for Black People even if you were seventeen years old, great at what you do and never received one Complain, only Compliments and Tips from the Customers.

My Grandma was a Baker, known for Miles for her Cakes. I was only Four but I was her little helper, always watching and tasting. My Mother was a Professional Cook, working in Kitchens before any other Women. Her word of Advice, whatever you do, be the Best, always go the extra Mile. She said that Racists will never Accept you but they will Respect you for the Job you Do. Mother wasn’t usually wrong about anything, except this one. This was my first real Job, a test for Moms Declaration, It failed miserably. This Man didn’t care that I was making him one Thousand Dollars per Night. I was Black and that was that. He tried to humiliate me in front of the all white Wait Staff. So began my Odysseus of  walking out of good Jobs once the ugly Head of Racism popped up.

On my way to work riding the number four Train where I did my Homework. I couldn’t concentrate to do my Homework. All I could think about was going to work and throwing my Boss from the sixtieth Floor. From my Violent Youth I know that it was time to go. When I was fourteen I kicked a Teacher’s Ass for grabbing my Testicles. I know that he would eventually loose that Eye. I exited the Train at forty second Street, walked up fifth Av went upstairs, punched in and immediately punched back out. This was the first of many good paying Jobs I walked out on not giving one minute notice. I have no problems with Closet Haters, after all this is America, Freedom of Choice. All I ask is, keep your Ignorance to yourself. Don’t put me in a Corner and poke me with a Stick. My Wife says that I use Biblical Quotes self servingly.

My Right Hand have offended me on just about every Jobs that I have worked in this Hateful Land. Nineteen seventy seven I did the same thing working at an all White County Club in Texas, this was a no Brainer. My Boss called me across the Dining Room floor, ” Mr Dixon, please come here,” one of the Members stood up and ask, what is this World coming to? Did you hear that White Man called that Nigger Mr. Again my Mind told me to react Violently, once again I walked out on a good paying Job. I was not taken aback by his Vociferous Diatribe, after all this was Texas 1977. The only things they Detested more than Interracial Marriages were Hippies and Drugs. To be caught with less than an ounce of Marijuana could get you twenty years.

Five years earlier a young Black Man who had a White Girlfriend was beaten within Strands of his Life and dumped across State Line, in a Ditch to Die of his Wounds. They wave the Confederate Flag Proudly. Nineteen seventy nine I was Grandfathered into the Investment Banking Company of Solomon Brothers Inc. Working as a Contract Employee I was given the choice of working for Solomon or to be desolved along with the Contract. Filling out Employment Forms were only a Formality, I was already guaranteed the Job. The Personnel Manager was Dumbfounded by the Number of Jobs that I had for my Age. Little did he know that Solomon was also  Destined for my List of former Employment. I worked in the Internal Security Department.

Our Job was to protect the Company’s Assets of six Billion Dollars, some Instruments were Bearer Bonds, one piece of paper that was worth Millions. Another part of my department’s Job was to protect the Company’s Data. One Day while walking through the Mergers and Acquisitions Department, I noticed papers left on a Xerox Machine. I started reading The Copies left behind, my Curiosity exploded. I started digging through the Garbage Can. What I found could have made me an instant Millionaire. I had in my possession Inside Information on a Hostile Takeover. My findings and my Report made it to John Gutfreund’s Desk. Months went by and The Issue was Water under the Bridge. Nonetheless The King of Wall Street knew who I was and had developed The highest Respect for me.

One Day while waiting for the Elevator, a Crowd gathered, Gutfreund emerged from the Crowd of all Managing Directors. They were showering him with Praise. I guess that Huge Money was made. The Elevator arrived,  wanting to be the first off the Elevator, I allowed them all to get on ahead of me. I entered the Elevator and turned my Back to the Crowd. Someone in the Crowd tapped me on my Shoulder, I looked around, it was Gutfreund, he said good Morning young Man. He didn’t say a word to the Crowd of Brownnosers, I was the only one on that Elevator that he spoke to. I felt like a Weasel for not speaking first. The Respect He showered me with had a Humbling Effects.

When the Vault was Audited I was assigned to Babysit The Accountants, when his Twelve Million Dollars Apartment on Fifth Avenue was Renovated, I was given the Assignment to Babysit The Contractors. There were Retired Police Officers in the Department, yet I was chosen to protect John’s Array of Priceless Ming Collection. Mr G as I called him had restored all my Self respect that was taken from me by Haters. The Director of my Department was a Retired NYC Chief of Police, his Assistant was also a Retired Chief of Police, both Haters. Within a short while they were both replaced. The replacement, a Retired FBI Biggie and a Retired NYC Police Sergeant, both Haters. I asked myself, is this Hate Business Institutionalized? The Department was basically purged. One of my new Coworkers once asked me how did I get in. In other words, I was Black, he continued, who do you know.

In other Words a Black Man couldn’t secure a Position in a Prestigious Company like Solomon without a Hook. At that time in our Glorious History Black People were far and few on Wall Street. To work on Wall Street you had to be the very best at what you do, if you are Black. I thought that I had secured my Last Job, despite the Atmosphere, I was going to Retire from Solomon in twenty five years. The Fringes were Phenomenal. My first year Bonus was eight Thousand Dollars the Healthcare package better than Government Employees. My Profit sharing Investment in High Risk grew quickly. Why would I leave, I decided that the Slings and Arrows of Hate couldn’t chase me away. How Naive I was. After Ten years of Exceptional Service.

One Day I visited Solomon’s new location on the sixty ninth Floor of the World Trade Center. I was so Taken by the Ambience, I quickly submitted my request for a Transfer. Being a Model Employee who only missed two Days of work in ten years, I was certain that it was a done Deal. Was I in for a Surprise when my Hateful Superiors Denied my Transfer, strictly on the Color of my Skin. I was once again Face to Face with the Ugly Heads of Medusa. Once again I cut my Right Hand off. I Cashed in my Portfolio, flipped them the 🐦 and moved to Pennsylvania. One Day while working in a Resort, I watched the Worst Day in American History.

I didn’t see the Planes hit the Buildings, all I saw was the Building that Solomon occupied collapsing Floors after Floors till there was only Dust. All my Friends were gone, so were my Enemies, Solomon lost nine Hundred Employees, I would have been Nine o one. I remember the Day that my Transfer was Blocked. My Mother saw my Depression and asked me what was wrong. I told her that they Blocked my Transfer. She responded everything happens for a Reason, God has Plans for you. My Advice to you who are on your way, don’t do as I did, when the Heat gets Hot don’t run stand your Ground and fight. Nobody is giving you anything for free. Most of all earn your Respect, never lose your Self Respect because of what Haters do or say.

These are the Lyrics to my favorite Song by my favorite Group Through the Roots.

Where are we going

Look where we’ve been

Ignoring the signs

Blinding our eyes

Where will it end

We can live in the light

Or hide in the darknes

We continue to fight

Though we didn’t start this

And it’s killing me

See this world that we share

Painted by artists

Placing strokes without care

Think it’ll be easy to find some peace in a world but we’re are all just fighting each other

But a perfect pitch has a perfect plan and it’s not just a crushing of color

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that life is a canvas its all part of something bigger

Constantly changing with the times an ever evolving figure

What will it take to walk hand in hand change with the times and understand

Make harmony what’s unity

Erase the meaning of a foreign land

Now it’s a world with no borders

Demanding a new world order

Imagine that we never had to read another story of a life cut short by a murder

It should be easy to find some peace in a world since we all share this place with each other

Its up to us to spread the love around

We’ve got to support one another

Can you hear my voice as I’m crying out

This is the movement, so move with me now, now

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We will rise higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we come together

We can get higher, higher, higher

I believe that if we stand together

We can rise higher, higher, higher

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Dwight Duncan / Troy Barrington Mclean / R. Mcleod / Carl Mcleod / Dwight Marvin Duncan / Carlton Oliver Mcleod / Raymond Mcleod / Raymond Vincent Mcleod

America, Life, Motivation

R.I.P

Anthony Dixon

That was just a Dream

Wrong is just Wrong

The System Fails us Daily, I should’nt have  the Notion to touch Base with it. People far more qualified have tackled it and failed. However I must observe that Man have been Flawed since the Day Cain rose up out of Jealousy and  Killed. No Matter how near or Far, if you Kill in the absence of self defense, you are Flawed. That’s a nice way of saying you are Abnormal, in a way Handicapped, being unable to Rationalize your Thoughts before you Act. With that said I must tell you about a young Woman I met years ago. She was Vacationing with her Parents at the Resort I worked. Being a People Person I struck up a Conversation with her Parents. When I told them that I Blogged, they asked me to write about Jenny.

I asked them to talk about their Daughter who sat in a Wheelchair in a Degenerative Paulsey condition. While they talked she listened intensely and made poor speech gestures, agreeing and disagreeing. Jenny turned out to be one of the most Fascinating People I have ever met. She proved to me that we are who exactly who or what we choose to be. She was one of the Poster Children that forced Government and Society to create Handicap Accessibility to Public Buildings. Once that was accomplished after a long Uphill Battle, she went on to School and obtained two Degrees In Social Science dealing with People of her Kind. The sad outcome, she never landed a Job in her Field. All everyone saw was her Debilitating Physical appearance, not the Gifted Mind and Resilience. So you see  Prejudice goes beyond Color or Race.

The World's Greatest Daredevil

Sad but nonetheless a true Story of Human Strength. Something that so few posses, the strength to hold Convictions and to be resolute with what you do with your Life. I was given the Conviction to change my Life and I did. It is so easy to Blame, even tho God gave you Convictions to change the things you are able to change, and to accept with Serenity that which you can’t.The Choice to Hate is equivalent to Smoking Cigarettes, it’s a bad choice, you know that it’s bad for your Health, yet you puff away. Well my Friend Hate carry the same weight for your Mental Health, Nonetheless you Puff away on the Cigarette called Hate. Remember the Word Abnormal, unable to constructively rationalize your Thoughts. It’s an absolute Shame that some  Institutions are named after Great Men.

My High School for instance, William Howard Taft. When I attended Taft it was eighty five percent White, ten percent Black and five percent Latino. The latter two came to the Neighborhood for a better Life, a safer Place than the Hood, most of all a better Education. The Neighborhood’s Racial Gentrification was  representative of the School. The Abnormal  Attitude that these People had was that we didn’t belong there.(“This Land is your Land this Land is my Land , this Land was made for you and me”) After School there were Black Bashing, White Bashing and Gay Bashing, welcome to the Bronx 1969. America was on Fire with Hate and the Fire still Burns today. Doctor King Squelched it somewhat but the Embers refuse to be extinguished. The Movie the Bronx Tale said it all.

I have been walking through the Valley of the Shadows of Death for fifty Years. I am not coining Phrases, 1971 I escaped the Shadows of Death by God’s Grace. Years after many Black Men had Sacrificed their Lives so I could walk down an all white Street and wasn’t set upon by Children of Haters who inherited their Parents Hate, or  overzealous Block Watchers or even the Cops, like it happened to me in 1971. This was  Just around the time when J Edgar Hoover ran the FBI like a Luftwaffe. He  waged War on the Black Panther Party killing everything that looked Militant. At that point in time it appeared that Racism was Institutionalized in America. Many Days walking through White Neighborhoods all I could hear in my Head was Arlo Godfry’s song ” this Land is your Land this Land is my Land this Land was made for you and me”.

That Sentiment almost got my Friends and I Killed walking through all White Bensonhurst Brooklyn 1971. It was a beautiful Summer’s Day we were on our way to a Backyard Cookout near Bensonhurst. We got off the Train and  decided to take a shortcut through an all White Block. We weren’t half way through the Block before we were swarmed by Cops with Tactical Gears, the only thing they didn’t have was Rocket Launchers. Five well Dressed Black Kids, the oldest was nineteen. If one of us got nervous and ran or reached for Identification, we  would all be Dead, they all had Shotguns. After we showed ID and explained where we were heading the Trigger Fingers were relaxed, one Cop explained that a Neighbor called and told them that a Black Gang was loitering in the Neighborhood. This is not about the angry Black Man Syndrome, I am way beyond small People with big Hate. I am on a Cloud looking Down on them knowing that I overcame all their Hate and have none of my own. One good thing about Living in America for over fifty years, I have seen one of Dr King’s Dream come true, watching a Rainbow Collation of People marching for George Floyd. Forget about the Looters and Rebel Rousers, they have been around since 1794 yelling Guillotine. Stand Tall America, your time has come to show the World who you are.