Yes. Yes. It's shameless plug time. Ignore if you are weary from hearing about it.
Monday, March 1, 2021
Sunday, February 21, 2021
Remembering Malcolm Little who morphed into Detroit Red and then lived and died as el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz on the 56th anniversary of his assassination as new info surfaces about his killing
56 years ago today (02/21/2021) Malcolm X was assassinated in the Audubon Ballroom in the Washington heights are of Manhattan.
His family has demanded a re-opening of his murder investigation. Deep digging and a death-bed confession from a cop have exploded onto the scene revealing that the FBI and the NYPD conspired to kill Malcolm.
Where will this lead? What will these revelations bring?
Justice I truly hope. But people in Hell want ice water too. And to whom were any of these tidbits news?
Thursday, February 4, 2021
Stagecoach Mary or Shotgun Mary? No matter. This ex-enslaved woman who carved out her own place on the Western frontier as a housekeeper, a station agent, and as a mail carrier donned both names
Well, it's that month again. I'm four days late in posting some shares.
Today's subject is Stage Coach Mary also known as Shotgun Mary.
There are a few articles on Mary Fields but I love the one I've referenced for this post.
Shotgun Mary was an ex-slave from Tennessee who after the Civil War set out for the Western frontier. Montana to be exact. She found a position first at a mission run by Ursuline nuns. She was hired to haul and prepare all foods to do with maintaining and stocking the mission. Basically, she was what my grandfather would have called, A TOTAL NEGRO. Meaning? The all 'round helper. The one who, no matter what goes on, will get ish done. The title might sound complimentary but it is not. Believe me. If a Black person is ever seen as that by another Black person, it means the person is being taken advantage of. Used up to the brink of exhaustion and not getting compensated fairly for their labor. For most Black freedmen and women, freedom post-early Emancipation was just doing the same work they'd done in slavery for little pay. It was still backbreaking and dehumanizing. Mary being 6 feet tall, tough and robust and not to be messed with, and a toter of 2 six-shooters and a ten gauge shotgun was perfect for the label.
A story which depicts this all is when she was on a supply run for the convent. Wolves attacked her wagon, knocking it over and destroying a lot of her haul. After spending a harrowing night on the prairie fending off the creatures, she somehow righted the wagon, piled the goods that were salvageable into it and made it to the convent. WELL. This is where the "being taken advantage of "part kicks in. The ungrateful nuns boo-hoo'ed about the goods that were lost. They did NOT thank Mary, or ask HOW she was after the encounter. They only cared about the lost stuff and DOCKED HER PAY!
Her stint at the convent ended when she was a part of a shoot-out. Which occurred behind the nunnery. Some ass of a White cow poke who worked at the convent found out that marry being paid 2 bucks more than him a month. One can imagine the colorful way he brought that up. His approach didn't sit well with Mary and after that, as they say, it was on! She wounded the dude and filled the laundry hanging behind the nunnery full of holes. She was fired. The next job was as mail person for that area of Montana. She always carried her weapons and it was said no mail was ever stolen. She'd go through 2 or 3 more jobs before passing at the age of 80 from liver failure.
No nonsense. Feisty. Cigar Smoker. Brawler. Frontierswoman. Daredevil. That was Mary Fields.
Monday, January 18, 2021
By now you all know how I feel about MLK DAY.
His name is MARTIN LUTHER KING. Not MLK. Happy Birthday, sir (Actually, it's the 15th).
The day has been watered down and diluted and hijacked!
That said, hear from the man himself how he'd done a 180 on his original stance and was closer to Malcolm X in his thinking.
This interview with Sander Vanocur was done 11 months before King's murder.
This is the KING I celebrate.
Listen and learn.
Friday, January 1, 2021
After finally getting the print rights back to KINDRED, AN AMERICAN LOVE STORY (Book One in my "LOVE VANQUISHES ALL historical romance series), I am able to offer a print version of the book. My original publisher still offers the digital version but does not do print for an ebook unless A LOT of ecopies have been sold.
So, after being asked by people who had the ebook, "When will a print version be available?"I took matters into my own hands.
BOOM! Here it is:
Lil, ole me is an unknown. So, if you want it, walk in and order it! BUT if Amazon is the only bookstore you bother with, wait until next week. By then Amazon should have updated its book inventory, and then you can order a print copy. Either way, I'd be ever so grateful. Thanks!
Thursday, December 31, 2020
Yeah. It's been a bitch of a year but we got through it.
The sentiment behind "BLACK LIVES MATTER. (YES. I agree whole-heartedly with the meaning but the intent of the folks behind the movement? No!
Ahmad Awbury. George Floyd. Breonna Taylor. Too many more to name.
So much nothing from a useless Congress. People around the world are getting paid throughout this pandemic and the U. S. is haggling over whether or not we should get another $1200 buck check after 10 MONTHS of nada! By the way, they voted to give us 600 measly bucks. Yippee, right? Not!
My two-cents on the way a lot of people handled this pandemic: BADLY!
You had people out in the Hinterlands of America (who saw on the news that Blacks were being made the face of this scourge), defiantly, decide that COVID 19 was a hoax, but a "hoax that for some reason was chiefly eating Black and Brown foolks. So, these denizens of the Hinterlands deduced the "hoax" wasn't about them. So they partied like it was 1999 at their local bars. UNMASKED. Didn't social distance and sure as hell didn't wash their hands. They felt invincible because IT was only getting "those people."
PLAY STUPID GAMES; WIN STUPID PRIZES.
And unfortunately after each beer pong encounter, each ball game, each pool party, and a few weeks after each fish fry, it was revealed to most that they'd left each get-together with a lovely parting gift - COVID-19.
So, it's been quite Karma-ish that the HEARTLAND got bitten in the backside by the COVID bug.
See, Black folks have always gotten a lick and a pray when it came to health care in the U. S. OR have been medical guinea pigs with EVERYTHING and its mother tried out on us before the "dominant" society is treated with the bonafide cure. Medical abuse leads to ignored health issues when you aren't really interested in the subject's health. Important ills go untreated when your goal is something else all together. Heart disease, diabetes, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, etc. all are dismissed or over treated when the subject being worked on seen as simply a means to an end for others. That's why Black people are skeptical to get the COVID-19 vaccine. There is this seemingly over zealous push for us to be near the front of the line. It's view as suspect. Special attention from a source that has NEVER cared about our health. But with this Jiffy vaccine, we are suddenly Priority One? I'm good. Let someone else have mine. I'm perfectly happy with the protocol my naturopath gave me.
Nope.Rushing to get vaccinated won't stop one from getting 'Rona. One still could catch a mild form of it even though one has been vaccinated. So still take precautions.
But I digress.
The year is over in hours and I am looking forward to better times. I appreciate everyone who has visited this blog this year. Thank you! I wish you all a wonderful 2021. Expect great things and you will receive them.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! BE SMART! BE SAFE!
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Hi! I'm still here. My move kicked my backside but I'm still standing with the help of "QUIET STORM music.YAAAAAAS!
I'm back again!
Like I said, I moved last month and it has been a bitch! I'm the type who has to have at least ONE room all together before I take a break. In this case, the room I chose was the living room. IT IS DONE! Now I can rest and unpack the rest of the place on a two box per week basis
To relax while I chill out, I've discovered the new and improved "THE QUIET STORM" radio channel. TQS was a concept birthed by a Howard University student when workers at the university's radio station went on strike. The young communications undergrad (Melvin Lindsey), armed with a stack of his own LPs took over the booth and played "slow jams"to fill the void. His smooth voice capped it off. His voice was the personification of that Smokey Robinson lyric "soft and warm, like a quiet storm." An innovation and a hit were born and WHUR (Howard University's radio station's call letters) has never been the same.
He played Chaka Khan, Angela Bofill, The Brothers Johnson, Herbie Hancock, The Delfonics, Earth, Wind and Fire, Phyllis Hyman, Michael Henderson, The Emotions, Randy Crawford, Labelle, on and on. He even played the "B" sides to their records. These were artists who were NOT getting the wide air play they deserved and he found a home for them
Lindsey was "THE QUIET STORM" and by the time he'd left WHUR, the concept had swept the nation and soon every urban radio station had either a drive time slot or an evening slot for TQS. Even after his departure from WHUR in '85, other DJs kept his signature sound at the station.
He made his mark. He made history and a legacy and it continues today. Thank you, Melvin!
Give the sound a listen. You'll never be sorry you did.
Mister Melvin Lindsey