Having left behind the carcass of Easy Rawlins, Mosley takes on the voice of Debbie Dare, a busy porn star.
The plot is just as dubious as a porn movie, requiring many suspensions of disbelief. Wedging numerous street stories onto one character results in a Ms. Potato-Head effect. Mosley gives repeated, graphic descriptions of rectum-bashing, to the point where one begins to suspect he is thinking of his own, and not without pleasure.
Debbie receives our sympathy when she expresses her concerns about returning to the straight life, given the permanence of her images, her physical revealment in dozens of porn flicks. The aftermath of crossing socio-sexual boundaries can persist for a long time.
I borrowed the book from the library, and the price was right. If you need to relax, and you’re too tired to watch porno, try it.
GooglePlus asked me for a username a couple of weeks ago. I entered “Trelfani,” a dream name, and my future last name, “Michel.” While researching my family history for my memoir, “No Blue Stones on Mondays,” I found out my genetic grandfather was John W. Arick (not “Wise,” the man my grandmother married before she got pregnant with my father). I’m also learning about the Wallicks on the paternal side, going back to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, when Hans Michel Walck arrived from Germany in 1732. This is funny, because Ben Franklin was busy at his store, publishing his newspaper and almanac, and Hans may have known of him. Hans quickly moved to York, Pennsylvania in 1733, got married in 1736, and had three sons. His second son, one of many Michael Wallicks, is my ancestor. He and his wife, Charlotte, had twelve children.
I plan to take the old man’s middle name, Michel, as my legal name in a few years, and my next book will be published under the name Marilyn Sue Michel.
Wilder has done an excellent job of tracing the influence and financial contribution of slavery on the elite educational institutions of the United States, back to the colonial era.
The Northern approach to slavery between the Revolutionary War and the Civil War is thoroughly analyzed, in particular, the support for colonization and resistance to abolition among highly respected university presidents and founders. Education and science were perverted to support anti-black prejudices. The North maintained an appearance of opposition to slavery, while collecting large profits from building slave ships and processing slave-grown cotton. It is a shame that traditional history teachings have largely accepted this tacky façade as a substitute for the truth.
This is a good book for anyone who wants to learn more about racial delusions in the North.
On the anniversary of James Baldwin’s death (November 30th), I watched “The James Baldwin Anthology” (presented by Claire Burch). His speech at UC Berkeley in 1979 makes up the greater portion of the film. After a charming introduction by Angela Davis, Baldwin demonstrates his own charm and insight into human nature. Of the Black people, he notes “our presence here in this country terrifies every white man walking.” Alas, all too true.
Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, Michael Brown, Ezell Ford and Eric Garner – the madness continues.
The grand jury in Ferguson performed as expected. Too many people have a siege mentality that protects the police at all costs. Too many municipalities would rather pay out a multi-million dollar settlement, later, than contradict the heated, prejudicial, deadly decisions made by a police officer.
More massacres to follow.
The recent shootings of Michael Brown and Ezell Ford have caused much controversy. Sadly, these incidents are not new. Those of us who remember Tyisha Miller and Anthony Dwaine Lee, among countless others, may wonder if this conduct will ever cease.
It is not sufficient to refer to the post-Reconstruction South or post-World War II discrimination as the basis for unjustified police shootings of unarmed Black Americans. Both North and South in the colonial era passed restrictive laws which encompassed free blacks, slaves, Indians, and bond servants. These laws assumed that all such persons were a menace to society unless firmly controlled.
Black Americans must prove their acceptability day by day. While the extent of white privilege may be in doubt, Paul Mooney is not wrong when he refers to “the complexion for protection.” Any white adult who pretends otherwise, is in denial.