Since my arrival back to NY this past year one of the questions I've been asked the most when people learn of the type of literature I write is, "Where are the role models? What happened?" At the laundromat yesterday I had a talk with a german woman who's husband is African American and I'm presented with this question again. After asking me the question, she mentions the only one she can think of is Alicia Keyes. Now this morning I sold a gentlemen a copy of Love Don't Live Here revised edition, and he also had the same question. Then he went on to mention there aren't even any organizations which represent African Americans as a whole. His words were, "If you're not Christian the Christian organizations have no help for you, and if you're not Muslim then the Muslim organizations have no help for you. No one wants to step out into the forefront and speak for all of us because, then they may be black balled and black listed so they stay in their little area and operate like secret societies, and if you don't join them then you're not one of them."

I have many thoughts on the idea of a role model and why many don't fit the positions. As a teen I've always been intellectual and for many years I travelled through the days of being what I call a street professor or philospher. Talking it but not living it. It doesn't matter how much one claims to know, or how well one can speak and dress up their talk if their actions aren't the same as their talk. One cannot talk about unity or growth in development if they live a life which destroys whether it be physically or mentally, or their actions do not match their talk. No righteous man can also be a drug dealer, or be involved in any other occupation which sucks the life out of another human, or takes equality away from another. Life and Death has no partnership. Blah, blah, and yes I've known this for quite some time. Yet my true awakening is very new because, like I mentioned talk and living the talk must be the same.

In regards to my writing:

When I embarked on writing the first draft of Love Don't Live Here, I did realize that I was making a final decision as to what path I was going to travel with my life. A story about the lives of two young women who become single mothers through different circumstance, and who both have sons and realize that they are in a struggle which they are not fully prepared knowledge wise to deal with. Unconsciously I was stating to myself then that you are going to be a Guerilla, your work(s) aren't going to cater or support the ideas of this dysfunctional society. And most of all you're going to let go of what you've been taught, teach yourself and works will show others how to think outside of what they've been taught.

85% of the population are dumb, death and blind and live their daily life based on what they see on the Tv, hear on the radio or what they've been trained to think by an educational system which is designed to train one not to be smarter than to be able to push a broom.

10% of the population are those who know knowledge is the foundation of any humans existence, as it is one's thoughts which set the path for one's actions. But these peoples do not see a world where there is abundance, they see opportunity as being limited and therefore use their knowledge, titles and positions in the civic and business world to mis-educate, mislead and keep others from achieving their own freedom in mind and thought.

5% of the population are those who know the self is at the center of the universe, and within and outside of the individual is a connection to everything else in the world. And it is through knowledge and a respect for life that one can not just find peace for themself, but also for others. They in their occupation and work educate, uplift and further and stay clear of occupations which do the opposite.

There are role models within every community in our world. They may not be on the news or heard on the radio, but their lives touch so many.