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Hi Writergirl. Doin OK. Still posting my "The Only One" soap opera. See you have a sequel to your book coming out. The boards miss your interesting input, but realize you're probably busy with your own projects.

The 13th Amendment was said to have freed black folk. There were 3 elements to the the 13th Amendment. 1) Emancipation. 2) Naturalization. 3) Compensation. After we were freed, we were supposed to have been naturalized which would have made us actual citizens. Then we were to be compensated, hence the much ballyhooed 40 acres and a mule. In order to become real citizens we were to have been naturalized just like you see it on television when immigrants are naturalized and made citizens. Why was this important.? Because it would have been a crime to have imposed citizenship upon us.This would have been as big a violation as it was to impose slavery upon us. Citizenship is a right that has to be chosen--not imposed! What was supposed to have happened is that a great registration was to have taken place where blacks would have been asked to choose their nationality. As an individual, he could have just as easily chosen to become a citizen of Libya or Ghana or the US. By no means could this right be imposed. But the registration never happened. In the passage from my book below, you will find out why. Even though the book is written as a fiction, the info is accurate. Take a guess as to who it was that was chosen to head up the Great Registration. Guess. Everyone knows him. You can also read about what happened to our compensation below. *** The following morning when East walked into Court wearing the same clothes as the day before, Stubbs jumped out of his chair and raced to the Judge’s bench, demanding a side-bar conference. “Your Honor”, Stubbs whispered, “this act of Mr. East is utterly ridiculous, an apparent ploy to elicit sympathy from the jury. You do know what he’s attempting here, don’t you?”. “No”, the Judge rasped, “please enlighten me”. “He’s advertising this woe-be-gone aura. He wants the jury to believe that you somehow double-crossed him by making him stay in jail overnight instead of letting him out at seven”. “He’s insane, Your Honor”, East remarked lightly. “I just decided to do something different this morning”. “And you couldn’t come up with anything better than wearing a rumpled suit and foregoing a shave?”. “Tough trials reduce your creative juices, Your Honor. What can I say?”. “I say, if you don’t mind, Judge Roman, that we take a delay and send Mr. East home so he can regroup”. “To your places, gentlemen”. Judge Roman smirked. “Don’t push your luck today, East”. Without delay, East walked to the jury box. “Have you ever eaten any dog food?”. Both Stubbs and Judge Roman froze, wondering just how far East was willing to push it this morning, but neither knew what to expect. They waited. “Where was I exactly before I had to take my little vacation yesterday?”. “The 13th Amendment”. “This is not your mother’s nursery rhyme”, East contended sadly, “and in case it gets a little ugly, I have some Kleenex in my briefcase.” “Move on, counselor”. “Once upon a time in 1779, perpetual slavery began legally and unfortunately for black folks it went on and on . . . . . .and on until the 13th Amendment, but a funny thing happened to the paper it was written on. Some racist bastard—”. Stubbs yelled an objection regarding the usage of profanity which was sustained. Judge Roman waved his gavel at East menacingly, but East seemed too far out on a limb to care. “If I let you speak”, he inquired of the witness, “do you promise not to lie?”. “Your Honor”, Stubbs rasped in genuine exasperation. “Counsel has no authority to extract a promise. The witness has already been sworn in” East appeared hurt. “B-but that was between him and the Court. This is between me and him”. “It doesn’t work like that, counsel, and you know it”, Stubbs scoffed “You don’t have that right”. East faced Judge Roman. “Your Honor”, he blurted, “you mean that even though this witness is under my control, I don’t have the right—”. “That’s right, East”, Stubbs interjected brusquely. East rubbed his chin. “Isn’t that sorta like the federal government trying to exercise a right over a State citizen”. He grinned broadly. “I see that control does not confer any rights, right guys?”. Stubbs slumped back into his chair. He knew when he’d been had. Bastard, he mumbled under his breath. Knowing that to gloat would do nothing to further his designs, East turned less combative. “Tell us about the three elements of the 13th Amendment. What were they?”. “Emancipation. Nationalization. Compensation”. “Very good. Everyone knows about the emancipation part so tell us, if you would, about the compensation compensation element, which, by the way, was one of the concealed sections”. The witness sighed. “The amount of money was not to exceed $100 and the land to be allotted was known as the 36’ 30”. East shook his fist at the witness. “Great goodness, man. Who understands that bull . . . . . .er, junk. In regular people talk, you mean the Great Interior region which was largely unsettled and unexplored, don’t you?”. “Yes, that is correct”. “But it never happened. Why?”. The witness looked at Stubbs for help, but the black lawyer threw up his hands in despair. “What, is counselor Stubbs holding your cue cards or something?”. “No”. “Then, I say, start talking. What’s up?”. “There were opponents—-”. “Opponents?!”.East arched his eyebrows. “Do tell”. “They wanted the compensation package deleted, but when it was presented, it passed the House and the Senate”. “Was it ratified? When?”. “1865. November 18th”. “Any more drama or did the opponents let it go?”. “Not hardly. Since they were unable to defeat the compensation package, they argued that Lincoln had not signed the resolution which would have made it invalid, but an investigation proved that Lincoln had signed off on the bill on the first of February, two and a half months before he was assassinated”. “So it was valid?”. “Yes”. “But why didn’t the land get distributed?”. “As you mentioned, this was one of the sections of the 13th Amendment . . . . . .that was concealed”. “I’m genuinely distraught, but this is business so we have no time for tears. Let’s talk about the Nationalization element”. East addressed the jury. “Talk about sad”. He turned back to the witness. “Speak!”, he commanded in a gruff-voice. “Objection!. He’s badgering the witness”. “Overruled”. “The Nationalization element”, the witness whispered in a tone of defeat, “called for a general registration of the former slaves so they could proclaim a nationality”. “And this was designed so that the blacks wouldn’t have to have citizenship imposed on them. They could have just as easily chosen to become nationals of Ghana, Morocco, or any other African nation, correct?”. “Yes”. “What happened with the Registration?”. “It never happened”, the witness snorted. “The opponents bribed the black man authorized to conduct the General Registration”. “Bribed? I find that hard to believe. As a black man, he had to know how vital this registration was. Let me ask you something. This black man, was he deaf, dumb, . . . . blind?”. “No”, the witness sighed. “He was quite literate. He was also very prominent and well-known”. “But suspectible to a bribe?”. “Evidently”. “My God, man”, East uttered in mock horror, “just what was it that the opponents used to bribe a man who had to know just how vital his mission was. For the record, what did they give him. All the gold the earth contains?”. “No”. “Diamonds?”. “No”. “Silver, then?”. “No”. “All the tea in China, perhaps?”. “Again, no”. “Then, what, dammit?”, East blurted. “A white woman and some money”. The Court erupted with a huge gasp and a loud murmur. “I’ll be damned”, East shrieked. Judge Roman banged his gavel loudly. “Order! Order in the Court!”. Once calm was restored, East stood alone in the well of the Courtroom as if he was wondering what had happened. He paused longer then necessary, pretending he needed the extra time to recover. “So what you’re telling this Court is that the Great Registration never started?”. “Exactly”. “Do you know what that tells me?”. East grabbed his head like his brain was bleeding. “The Negro never claimed a nationality, The 13th Amendment never naturalized him, and the 14th Amendment broke the law by forcing national citizenship upon him”. He shook his head. “I know I may go back to jail for saying this, but wasn’t that a bitch!”. The Court exploded in a noisy uproar. ************************************************************* Read The Root Of All Evil. This may just be the most important book of the decade. Everything you need to know---but don't! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007DBVVM0