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Killer Kudzu is written in the vein of the creeping
menace like Pandemic, The Atlantic Gene by A.G. Riddle and The Day of the
Triffids by John Wyndham.
Please enjoy this book trailer and book Cover Reveal!
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Juneteenth Memories: My sojourn in visiting an authentic Slave
Cabin! |
 A life changing visit to a former rice plantation
slave cabin |
Coming up on Saturday, June 19, 2021, if President Biden signs the
Bill, we as a country will celebrate Juneteenth as a National Holiday.
Juneteenth, is the celebration
of the freeing of the slaves.
For Years commentators told
stories about the meaning of this day and images, emotions and flashes of my
visit to the Annandale Plantation, built in 1790, in Georgetown County in South
Carolina invade my mind. The plantation is fourteen miles south of Georgetown
between Highway 18 and 30.
The slave owners house is a Greek Revival Style Residence. The former rice
plantation includes two outbuildings, a single surviving slave cabin and other
buildings.
When my family pulled onto the tree-lined entrance way, strange and frightening emotions built inside
my body. We pulled to the side of the road.
I walked across to the slave cabin: windowless, doorless, hole
in the wall for a fire, bench extending from the wall for sleeping and a
melancholia atmosphere. There was a dirge parade of invisible beings encircling
the building. A lament for the slave dead.
I walked in a way that signaled I was trying to avoid potential dangers. When my leg broke the seal of the
entranceway, I wanted to turn and run back out the door, I felt very cold and
very chilly, almost frozen in the moment: HOPELESS!
I felt despondency, dejection, inadequacy, guilt
for being free and a lack of focus. My brain replayed images of the middle
passage with the filthy lower decks, then a ride to the auction blocks and
finally to a slave plantation and its’ lifetime of force servitude.
Oppressive memories crowded my brain, jumping from past, present and future.
The blood circling through my veins was the same blood that circled through my great-great
grandparents. My great grandmother was raped by a white Georgia slave master
and the blue tint that circles my eyes are getting more visible and like my
Uncle JT my eyes will turn blue as I get older.
I live in the after-life of slavery and with systemic racism. My memories from
growing up in rural northeast Georgia always includes living with the left-over
remnants of the slave culture.
As a pre-teen taking the Greyhound bus from Statham to Atlanta, I experienced
sitting behind a rope with a ‘COLORED” sign separating the races. As we neared
Fulton County, there were so many whites getting on the bus, the bus driver
kept moving back us back and we had to stand up while white folks sat down in
our seats.
When I was hungry, I waited outside at a “colored” window in order
to get food, sometimes suddenly or violently
flung out that same window.
When we went to the movies, we walked up the outside back steps to reach the
balcony to watch movies like the “Lone Ranger”. The bathrooms were never clean
and the smell of urine made you choke.
When childhood friends and I would walk from the black Bush Chapel community to
Winder, we were often met with a chorus of “Niggers”. I remember one specific
time, my friend Louise, and a few friends were walking into town, this white
boy tried to run us over with his bicycle. She slapped his face so hard and
knocked him off his bike. Her hand imprinted her palm and five fingers on his
face. She dared him to tell his parents what happened. Black women have always
stood in the breach for black men.
As the memories circled around my brain, while standing in the middle of the
slave cabin, I heard my sister, Rochelle, calling me from the car. I woke up
from this trance that was so oppressive, then I slowly stepped backwards out of
the doorway. I tripped and fell backwards on my butt. I sat there for a
long time.
I turned and walked back across the road to the car and my family. I pointed up
the road at the “Big House” and saw white women in their Antebellum
multi-colored hoop dresses surveying the remnant of this former rice
plantation.
Now, I have freedom, expressed In Juneteenth, to walk off this former rice
plantation. The Slaves, and now their ghosts are trapped on these horrid
plantation grounds. That was what held me in a trance.
Today, I live, work in an era that is hopefully moving toward the
smashing of systemic racism. I hope future African-Americans are not singing
“We Shall Overcome.”
Juneteenth
Memories: My sojourn in visiting an authentic Slave Cabin!
Juneteenth
Memories: My sojourn in visiting an authentic Slave Cabin!
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A Brownstone
in Brooklyn Synopsis:
A Brownstone in Brooklyn chronicles the life-altering events that
shape the future of Andy Michael Pilgrim, a young man growing up in the
turbulent sixties.
A Amazon book review: 4.0 out of 5 stars A Nice Glimpse
into the Past
Reviewed in the United States on
June 2.
This novel provided a nice look into New York City during a historic
time of change. Thompson pens crisp and clear sentences that provided vivid
imagery in my mind as I read. Having not been born at the time of the late 60s,
it was nice to read a firsthand account of someone who did experience that time
in New York City during the race riots. It shows how far America has come in
healing the past's wounds. Today, only the fake news and Dark Forces' created
movies and shows report and depict racial tension because that is what they
want people to believe. But most of humanity is being such a simple thing as
racism.
Please listen to a sample of A Brownstone in Brooklyn and then click to
purchase!
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01MZ0MIH0/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_taud_p1_i0
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Amazon book
review: 4.0 out of 5 stars A good pick for fast paced narration lovers.
Reviewed
in the United States.
"I got the review copy from the author in
exchange of honest review."
A 70’s based story plot that
revolved around loads of boyish liking elements. I at times had a feel that I
should stop reading this book (oops!! Listening actually J), since it had some
dark parts on its way. But ultimately my thoughts were changed, when I came
across one of the blog’s which shared the author’s views on writing such a
work. It made me realize that this was the author’s style of handling his
writing, in a way that it makes people think and feel the message to be
conveyed. For a reader like me, who has stopped reading things about racism
after school days, this work indeed brought back all those topics into read
again. It also gave the reader an idea about the state of mind and belief of
the people who faced all these discriminations. But no wonder, you should have
a good amount of patience if you want to get the entire message which the
author is sharing.
Please listen to a sample of Philly Style and Philly Profile and then click to purchase!
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01M3Y6683/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_taud_p1_i4
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Julius JE Thompson grew up in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, New York and attended Bushwick High School. The sixties in Brooklyn was an era that had a personality, a feel, and a life-force that changed a generation. Mr. Thompson felt this energy and experienced these fires of social change. After high school, Mr. Thompson spent the next four years riding the "A" train to Harlem, in upper Manhattan, to earn a Bachelor of Arts degree from the City College of New York. At CCNY, literature instructors like Professor Thomas Tashiro, fueled the fire in him to become a writer.
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