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  1. One day I left home and it took me ten years to get back. No, I did not get lost. What happened was even worse. I was arrested, convicted and sentenced to prison for a crime I did not commit. Even though there were five people, including a prominent, black lawyer who could vouch for my whereabouts at the time of the robbery, it did not matter. I was black, so I was guilty. This is not a new occurrence and it is now a part of an even wider conspiracy to lock up black males. Last year, a well-known judge in Pennsylvania was convicted in the so-called "Cash 4 Kids" program where judges would send black youth to prison in exchange for money. It did not matter if they were guilty of any crime. And this particular judge was not the only one caught up in this scheme. The private prison industry is a booming business and what they need in order to make their investment in building prisons profitable is to fill those prison with inmates. Judges eagerly joined in this conspiracy and sent countless, young, black males into these dungeons. What may be unknown to most of the public is that corporations such as Victoria's Secret, Hewlitt-Packard, Texas Instruments, and many more have established plants inside of prisons and they are only concerned about fattening their bottom line which means the prisons are strapped with the obligation to keep these plants filled with workers.The prisons, in turn, reached out to Judges to do the dirty work of filling the beds. Millions of dollars were made by individual judges who sent black youth to prison is staggering numbers. At present, thousands of cases are being reviewed to see if the judges involved were part of the Cash 4 Kids programs. There is a very real danger to black males. One in every four black males born in this country will eventually go to prison, and there is a government conspiracy to put them there. Read the frightening new book, WHEN I SAY JUMP, which is a novel about this judicial travesty. WHEN I SAY JUMP is about a black, female lawyer who stumbles upon this conspiracy and her efforts to expose it at the threat of both her sanity and physical welfare. READ IT NOW. The book may be fiction, but the threat is real! Mothers, do you know where your sons are? http://amzn.to/whenisay
  2. Coochie 3 1 A WEEK AGO TODAY Sadness and euphoria always depends on how deeply committed you are to what you choose to do about tomorrow -Stella- As an old-fashioned street-walking ho, Stella found the present conversation distressing, but perhaps this is what she deserved for listening to this bitch about turning the art of slanging pussy into a very lucrative consulting business. Why tamper with a good thing? Traditionally, in the African-American community, “hooking” was like home economics because selling coochie was what kept the cable turned on or what kept the lights from being turned off. Maybe it should stay that way. Plus, selling pussy was personal to Stella, and she said as much. “Selling pussy is personal to me.” Eve experienced a tightening in her throat, but still spoke calmly. “I feel that if anyone can make this work, it’s you.” It would have been both unprofessional and unladylike even for a former ho to curse a bitch who offered her money, so Stella held her tongue for a split second while she weighed her options. Instinctively, she knew she couldn’t afford not to listen to such a request although it pained her to know that her daughters wouldn’t be around to assist her in this crazy scheme, if by chance, she decided to attempt it. “I just lost both my girls.” “I’m sorry.” Eve quickly looked away. “I always felt Brianna was just as much my daughter as she was yours.” She paused. “Plus, I just lost my best friend in a plane crash so I understand what it’s like to have to bury someone you love.” More or less what Stella saw in the stranger’s chocolate-colored face was mixed signals, but she, quite actually, wasn’t thinking about them. She was too busy trying to reach a conclusion about why she felt this crazy scheme was so appealing to her. Stella smiled. She was a dazzling combination of natural beauty and “store bought” perfection, everything so flawlessly sculpted that no matter how penetrating the scrutiny or how direct the examination, no one could figure out where one ended or where the other began. She smiled once more. Eve smiled back. “It’s time for black women to stop fighting each other and to make a stand.” Stella acknowledged that observation with a slight nod of her head. “What else is new?” Eve sat across from Stella in a booth at Boudreax’s, a Cajun restaurant in NoDa. She allowed the queasiness in her stomach to recede before she talked again. She touched the plain-brown, manila envelope in front of her. “We must reach for the stars,” she lectured, “because the greater our reach, the greater our chances of success.” Eve stared at her dinner guest. “You do understand, don’t you?” Stella’s dark, brown eyes widened. “What I do understand better than most, Miss Chambers, is how to sell pussy.” Across the booth, Eve gasped. “Stella, please.” The last thing she wanted or needed was to get into a heated debate with the blue-chip mother of a woman-child, Brianna, who had been an expert at selling dreams. “May I be honest with you?” Why not?” Stella made a tired gesture. “Go for it?” “Pussy Power!” Eve mumbled the words almost reverently, her tongue rolling clumsily over the curves of each alphabet, falling off the final letter like it was a lopsided roller-coaster. After this blunt announcement, she spoke firmly. “I’m not afraid to dream.” “It feels like I might be the one who dreaming after all that shit you just told me about Brianna and that secret organization of yours. Got my baby trapped off.” Stella sighed. “And now, you want to start another one? That’s insane.” Eve paid no attention to the remark. “Matchmakers Incorporated will not find its fame by accident which means that you are going to have to take your responsibilities seriously.” Eve’s voice grew more confident the more she spoke. “For black women, the future is right now. We deserve a break” “And you’re going to give it to them?’ “No, you are.” “But I’m only concerned about me.” “That’s how I used to feel until I gave it some serious thought. It hasn’t been easy for us.” Stella shrugged her shoulders. “And this is how you want to give back. This Pussy Power thang?” “Isn’t that your dream? Brianna told me all about your desire to use pussy power as the way for black women to get what they want.” “I wasn’t thinking on this large a scale.” Stella looked at Eve. “What I dreamed of was a way to elevate hoes, to teach young bitches, such as Neon and Brianna, how to use their coochies to make a way out of no way.” “What happened?” “My daughters dead and gone. At least, they missing.” Eve gripped Stella’s trembling hands. “Do it for them, in their memory. And what about all the other girls who look up to you as an idol?” “Them bitches sell ass. That’s what they know ‘cause that’s what I taught ‘em.” “But it can be so much more than that because I want you to teach them how to sell dreams.” Eve released Stella’s hand. “You do that and you can put us in a position where black women run the country.” That made Stella laugh. “Is that right?” Stella held back more laughter. “And just how am I supposed to do that?” “By recruiting beautiful, black women into a secret organization. Then I want you to marry your bitches only to powerful, white men who are in positions of authority in this country. I want these bitches married to lawyers, doctors, politicians. I want them everywhere, in every facet of government.” “And then what?” “I expect you to have one of your girls matched up and married to the white boy most likely to have his ass in the White House when Hilary Clinton gets finished.” Stella picked up her napkin, wiping her mouth. “But we already have a sista in the White House.” “This time it will be different.” “How?” “This bitch will do what you tell her to.” Stella’s head began to throb. Terribly. www.amazon.com/dp/B00H3QX3XK
  3. When he had initially thought of calling his daughter to make sure his granddaughter was being watched after carefully, he dismissed the idea. He didn’t wish to offend his daughter. Of course, she was taking precautions to make sure that the ‘body snatchers’ didn’t get her little girl. He called a friend instead. “I know this may sound silly , but what is it about black women and this obsession with their bodies?” Davis paused. “Whatever happened to the old saying about beauty coming from within?” He sighed. “As a psychologist, I figured you might know. And while you’re at it, why do black women, as much shit as they talk, have such low self-esteem?” “Slavery.” “Slavery? I thought that was over about 150 years ago.” Davis grunted. “Come on, Michelle, you gonna have to do better than that.” “Can you imagine how hard it was for black women to find their femininity? Slavery sure as hell didn’t give us any. We were worked in the fields just as hard as the men, so when we were freed from bondage, we didn’t know anything about how to be feminine. What did we know about hair, nail, or makeup? That meant we had to discover our own femininity, had to define ourselves. Of all the women on the planet, black women the only ones that had to learn how to be a woman. All we had was a blank slate on which to draw ourselves, but we didn’t have anything to go on but our physical assets so we used that as our foundation. Titties and ass became the building blocks of black womanhood.” “I’m sorry.” “And your black ass should be.” “Why, what I do?” “Black men let black women down big time.” Michelle shook her head. “We expected so much more from you guys. Do you know why? We were there, Ronnie. The black woman was there, a personal eyewitness to everything you had done for the white man. We saw how you made crops grow like magic from an earth that wasn’t supposed to bear seed. We saw how you erected grand homes out of sticks and stones for the massa.” There was bitterness in her voice. “We were there, Ronnie. We witnessed all the marvelous shit you guys did as slaves, so quite naturally, we assumed that you fuckers were going to do the same for us once we were free. We expected you lazy, no-good motherfuckers to go out and to conquer the world for us, but you guys were bigger bitches as free men than you had been as slaves.” Unable to conceal her disappointment, Michelle hung up. Davis wasn’t about to call back. COOCHIE 2: THE NOVEL ABOUT THE SEX TRADE IN BLACK AMERICA. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FY3CSI0
  4. Brotha Troy, I read the article,but I still didn't understand how to make the link. I tried everything, except put in the formula that u used. In any event, thanks for the article. It was very informative and eye-opening. I will soon be sending u the info for my new author page.
  5. MOTHER DO U KNOW WHERE YOUR DAUGHTERS ARE?! Over the years as the urban culture has glorified the ‘pimp life”, a silent menace has been growing in our midst. The days of the adorable pimps in their colorful clothes are gone. Today's pimps are vicious "body-snatchers" who want your daughters badly. These sistas are worth good money to them as they are being kidnapped and sold into the cruel world of sex traffickers. This is no fairytale. Read COOCHIE, the haunting new novel about sex trafficking in the black community. www.amazon.com/dp/B00EZTQ0LU
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  8. I know that you will figure it out and get it right. As mentioned, I am going to place an ad or something on AALBC early next month to promote the latest book. take care.
  9. Brer, where u been? Been waiting on you to come and put the other link in. I am going to read the article so I can learn how to do it myself. Peace, my brotha. I know u have been busy. Take care.
  10. As far as book covers go, wow, things have really exploded over the last few years. For a while now, I haven't really thought that hard about the changing trend in book covers as I have always suspected that trends were meant to be followed if there was a dollar to be made in it. However, it has come up more often now, meaning the topic about cover art. I imagine that a lot of people think some have gone too far. As Brother Troy personally knows, I had a terrible mishap with a book cover. It was my first, but it was a disaster. It was not graphic. It was just bad. Since then, I have been more open to what goes on the cover of my books, and I still get it wrong most times. Yet, I have attempted to steer clear of visually sexual or violent book cover although now, I am a little more open to the notion that sex sells, especially in certain genres. Even on my latest book cover, I was opposed to the use of the word "bitch' on the cover, but relented after discussion with others who thought it was cute. How cute is it to offend someone's sensibilities? Anyway, I was told to man up. Can you believe that? Here I am, someone who has spent 35 years in some of the toughest prisons in the country and being told to man up. Anyway, yes, some of it has gone too far, but this is a business, And the business of business is business. Business can do strange things to one's scruples. For instance, about 10 years ago, I said, and I said it right here on AALBC, that I would never write a certain type of books, that I would only write literary gems of substance and power. Sadly, the business end of writing quickly changed the moral of that story. Now, I write in an effort to survive, so I write what I promised not to write. Sometimes. In any event, I am determined to get back to my original intent which is to produce work that will sustain our illustrious literary heritage. I guess I said all that to say that sometimes, the cover art as well as the writing may not accurately reflect the author's private passion. It could just be the power of money doing it's thing.
  11. The doctor told Detective Epps to sit down, and he wouldn’t leave the hospital room until he was sure his patient was as comfortable as possible. Once satisfied, Dr. Melton stormed off. “Don’t be long,” he said. “The patient needs-----.” “Now if you will excuse us, Doc.” Epps stared coldly at the broad-shouldered man. “This shouldn’t take long.” “Make sure that it doesn’t.” This was Epps’ second trip to this room and he couldn’t avoid marveling at the man, who, by all accounts, should have been dead. Talk about a miracle. The man smiled weakly. Epps took it upon himself to fling open the blinds on the window. It was a beautiful fall morning and Epps felt that a little sunshine would be perfect for someone who had just experienced a three day coma. As the sunshine pierced the room, the man smiled more fully, welcoming the glow. “What about that night?” Epps asked. The patient jumped, slightly unnerved, saying nothing. “Tell me about it?” The patient stared at Epps, wondering what words he could use to describe that night. How could it ever be explained? “It was evil.” The patient spoke with enough crispness so that he barely had to breathe. “Evil.” Epps walked closer to the bed, had a seat. “But there has to be more.” The man openly wept. “Has it reached the point where you’ve forgotten?” Epps coldly ignored the man’s tears. “No.” “All right, then,” Epps whispered. “I need to know what happened.” He looked at the weeping man as if he was a spoiled child. “Do me a favor and pull yourself together. I need you to talk about that night without falling to pieces.” The man pursed his lips, but made no response. “The problem with your silence could mean that the man who did this-----.” “Man? It wasn’t a man.” For a brief second, Epps looked embarrassed. He became more guarded. “You mean it was a….a woman?” The man nodded solemnly. His eyes fluttered wide open. “Surprised?” A light instantly came on in Epps’ head, but he just as quickly turned it OFF. “Tell me more, please. I’m sorry if I appeared surprised, but it’s just that-----“ “She was pretty, a pretty devil.” Epps removed a micro-cassette player from his briefcase. He touched a button on the player’s silver front and a red dot in the tiny corner shimmered ON, and after informing the recorder of the day, date, and the nature of the business at hand, he looked into the minister’s eyes. “Tell me everything.” The preacher got chills just from thinking about that night. His body tingled. He felt light-headed, and wished over and over again that that night had never happened. Looking back in time, his blood pressure surged as the events of that night leaped out at him, slamming into his consciousness. Trying to remain calm, he saw his hands transformed into fists, but how did he protect himself from a nightmare that had already come and gone? Still his heart hammered. The preacher wanted to hate his vivid recall of what happened, but the memories were there, gleaming and glistening with terrible fright, frozen in his mind’s eye. Every time he took a breath, the fear inside his heart seemed to gather momentum, tightening up its psychic noose until he wanted to yelp like a sick puppy. Cradling his head in his hands, the preacher groaned miserably. “Her voice was full of hostility. It sounded like darkness, like nature gone crazy.” “I understand,” Epps commented blankly. The preacher doubted it. “What did the woman say with the voice?” “She was ranting, raving, saying blasphemous things like God didn’t exist, and that she was going to prove it.” “How?” “By making me pray.” “For what?” “For God to kill her.” “Huh?!” Epps exclaimed. “To kill her?” He was puzzled. “So the woman wanted God to kill her. Why?” The preacher sighed wearily. “Because that would be the only thing that could prevent her from killing me.” “I-I-------“ “The point, detective, was that the woman wanted to prove to me that God didn’t exist, and what better way to demonstrate that than by showing me that my prayers for my life would not be answered.” Epps got the point. “And who else should God respond to quicker than one of his ministers.” Epps turned thoughtful. “Still, it appears from everything you’ve told me that the proof was not so much for you as it was for the woman. The issue seemed to be that the woman was the one seeking confirmation that God----“ “Suit yourself,” the preacher butted in. “Either way, it almost got me killed.” Epps switched OFF the recorder. The city was going crazy. A woman?! BLACK PEARL 2. 99cents http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EKV8NVS
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  15. Hey, brother Troy: I am in the process of doing some advertising with you and I will need to be split from Greg. I will be in touch just as soon as the free book days are over on Kindle. I will be giving away free copies of Black Pearl starting tomorrow through Friday. Following this, I will put up promo ads on AALBC. Where else would I go? Peace.
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