The Idiocy Level of Ben Carson…- Deshon Dreamz

Please excuse me while I vent and I pray that I am not offensive but I need to get this out. Bare with me.

 

id·i·o·cy

ˈidēəsē/
noun
  1. extremely stupid behavior.

The thought of merging “Immigration” and “Slavery” is so far fetched that I hadn’t compared the two in any way form or fashion…that was until recently.

I was strolling Facebook; liking and “reacting” to things on my timeline when I ran across a repost of an article that was posted by CNN, here is the link to that article: http://www.cnn.com/2017/03/06/politics/ben-carson-immigrants-slavery/index.html

After reading a few lines of the article, whose headline caught my attention, I was faced with a video clip:

 

Here are some facts about Ben Carson, site; wikipedia.com

Benjamin Solomon “Ben” Carson Sr. (born September 18, 1951) is an American neurosurgeon, author, and politician who is the 17th and current United States Secretary of Housing and Urban Development, under the Trump Administration. Prior to his cabinet position, he was a candidate for President of the United States in the Republican primaries in 2016.

Born in Detroit, Michigan, and a graduate of Yale University and the University of Michigan Medical School, Carson has authored numerous books on his medical career and political stances. He was the subject of a television drama film in 2009.

He was the Director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Maryland from 1984 until his retirement in 2013. As a pioneer in neurosurgery, Carson’s achievements include performing the only successful separation of conjoined twins joined at the back of the head, pioneering the first successful neurosurgical procedure on a fetus inside the womb, performing the first completely successful separation of type-2 vertical craniopagus twins, developing new methods to treat brain-stem tumors, and reviving hemispherectomy techniques for controlling seizures.[3][4][5][6][7] He became the youngest chief of pediatric neurosurgery in the country at age 33.[8] He has received more than 60 honorary doctorate degrees, dozens of national merit citations, and written over 100 neurosurgical publications.[9] In 2008, he was bestowed the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian award in the United States.[10]

Carson’s widely publicized speech at the 2013 National Prayer Breakfast catapulted him to conservative fame for his views on social and political issues.[11] On May 4, 2015, he announced he was running for the Republican nomination in the 2016 presidential election at a rally in his hometown of Detroit.[12] In March 2016, following the Super Tuesday primaries, he suspended his campaign and announced he would be the new national chairman of My Faith Votes, a group that encourages Christians to exercise their civic duty to vote.[13][14] He then endorsed the candidacy of Donald Trump.[15]

On March 2, 2017, Carson was confirmed by the United States Senate as the next Secretary of Housing and Urban Development in a 58–41 vote.[16]

 

So, here it is….

 

Dear Ben Caron,

The fact that you somehow are allowed behind a microphone after repeatedly displaying your incompetence is beyond me. It’s something that I stopped attempting to figure out long ago. This is a direct example as to why. Howwww on this beautiful earth of ours you married “immigration” and “slavery” in your small head is another thing that baffles me. I just used Google to get a few definitions for you.

Immigration:

im·mi·gra·tion
ˌiməˈɡrāSH(ə)n/
noun
  1. the action of coming to live permanently in a foreign country.
slav·er·y
ˈslāv(ə)rē/
noun
  1. the state of being a slave.
    “thousands had been sold into slavery”
Immigration happens when someone feels the need to get away from their surroundings, rather it is for the betterment of that person and their family or for that person’s own personal reasons but the act is a free choice. It is not a demand, it is not a request. It’s a personal choice. That person consciously says, “I want to move to this country.” and they do so, period.
Slavery was about MONEY. Slavery was about SUPPRESSION. Slavery was about DEPRESSION. Nothing about “Slavery” was a free choice. I’m sure, if you could place a microphone to the mouth of any slave “at the bottom of slave ships” they would CONFIRM that what was happening to them, was not their choice. The beating, the chains, the vomit, the feces, the urine, the dead bodies lapped on top of each other for travel, the cold, the fear, the wetness, the smell. ALL FORCED. ALL MANDATORY. ALL PAIN.
You lost your right to speak on the affairs of african americans a long time ago so HOW DARE YOU, stand behind a microphone and make such a asinine statement? It seems unreal, then I remember the mouth from which it was spoken and it becomes extremely clear to me. This blog is not because I feel this matter needs anymore attention than it is already getting, this blog is for every slave that died on that boat ride. This is for every immigrant that wants better for themselves.
Maybe the suppression that slave faced, is in some ways linked to that of an immigrant but the situations and circumstances could not be any further apart. My mother always told me to think before I speak. Ben, listen to my momma.
– Deshon Dreamz
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Crowned…The Lover & The Savage **Extended Sneak Peak

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Crowned: Return Of A Savage

Synopsis:

Any real hustler knows the unspoken code of the streets is to eat or be eaten, but when it comes to Ashura Trenton, she’s internally battling with herself to either respect the creature that the streets made her or rebel against it. Crowned Queens, an organization that Ashura and Nacobi created when they were freshmen in college, had turned into a lucrative empire right before their very eyes. Young, successful and content with life, Ashura implements the necessary changes to put that lifestyle behind her, but with the power that she’s gained comes a slew of enemies prepared to snatch everything that she has worked for.

Nacobi has always been there for Ashura. Her rider to the point of no return and that will never change. When Ashura gets fed up with Crowned Queens, Nacobi reluctantly follows suit in getting things shut down. However, what they don’t know is that the enemy who is out to get them is closer than either of them would expect.

With love found, love betrayed, and love tainted, the savage that Ashura has fought tooth and nail to keep suppressed is threatening to rear its ugly head. Unbeknownst to the enemy, if the beast is released, they will soon learn why she’s the diva who was Crowned Queen

 

 

 

Excerpt: 

Her…

“Surprise!”

The delight Ashura felt when she looked around the room could not be placed into words. She glanced up, admiring her husband’s handsome face as he gazed at her lovingly. “Happy Birthday, beautiful!”

Blushing, she got on her tiptoes to kiss him in return. “Did you do this for me?”

“I can’t take all the credit. The decorations and food were handled by Nacobi. I was more of an… organizer.”

She looked around again, her eyes landing on her best friend who had on a party hat and was looking at her along with everyone else. “Thank you, Nacobiiii!”

“No problem, boo,” Nacobi said as she walked up and tugged Ashura into her arms. “You old now, bish! Thirty? Lord!”

“Thirty is not old,” Ashura defended as she walked over to her mother and father and hugged them before hugging her aunt, cousins, and the rest of her family and friends that were in attendance. “Literally, everyone is here!”

“Yeah, see, that was all on Vince. I didn’t have time to be calling all these damn people,” Nacobi muttered as she led Ashura over to the drinks.

They were as thick as thieves; they went through and did everything jointly. Since elementary, Ashura and Nacobi had been inseparable, it was a friendship that they both valued to no end. Though Nacobi had never really liked Ashura’s husband, Vince, she tolerated him. If he loved Ashura, then to Nacobi, that was all that mattered.

“Happy Birthdayyyyyy,” Ashura heard her mother sing from behind her.

She quickly turned around and threw herself into her mother’s arms. This woman was the backbone and the molder of everything that was Ashura Trenton-Combs. Outside of Nacobi, she was the only woman that Ashura allowed into her circle.

“Mommmaaaa,” Ashura cooed as she hugged her mother tight. “I’m surprised they got you out of the house.”

“Oh hush,” her mother stated with a wave of her hand. “I wouldn’t miss your thirtieth birthday for anything. You know thirty is a big milestone for a woman. After Vince called and drilled the importance of this day and what it would mean to you if we were all here, I knew I had to come. But, I was already coming anyway.”

“Well, thank you, Momma! Have you eaten and taken your medicine? You know you have to stay on top of that with your diabetes.”

“Honey, hush,” her mother cooed as she wrapped her in her arms around her. “Try to relax, Ashura. You work so hard! Your husband put this together for you. Get loose a little, and let your hair down!”

“Yo momma said get loose, though,” Nacobi added with a smirk. “What you know about getting loose, Mrs. Trenton?”

“Oh, I know a lot, honey,” she stated as she released Ashura. “Have fun!”

Ashura smiled and nodded her head. “Okay! Let’s party!”

“That a girl,” her mother stated over her shoulder as she walked away.

Nacobi turned to Ashura. “This party proves that you’re my only friend! I don’t know half these people!”

“And it’s some suspicious looking motherfuckas in here too, Ashura. Who all these white folk, Shu-Shu?” Nacobi asked, using the nickname she gave Ashura when they were kids. She could never say Uh-Sure-rah, so she just called her Shu-Shu, and it kind of stuck with her.

“Oh, my God,” Ashura rushed as she covered her mouth. “Can you not talk all loud?”

Nacobi continued to look around with her nose turned up. “It’s a lot of white folk in here. I know you married to a white man, but you for damn sure don’t know this many white people!”

“Could you stop?” Ashura cracked.

“I’m just saying, though…”

“You should have called people if you wanted a black party.”

“You know Nacobi’s mean ass wasn’t going to call nobody,” Ashura’s cousin Romeo said from behind them. He hugged Ashura and mumbled a ‘Happy Birthday’ to her as he kissed her forehead and slipped five hundred dollars into her pocket. “She still running from this dick to this day. Gave it to her once, now she scared and shit.”

“Boy, fuck you,” Nacobi spat as she flipped him off. She waited until he was out of earshot before she turned to Ashura. “Your cousin’s dick big as fuck, though.” Ashura scrunched up her face and covered her ears. “Facts only, bruh! I may have to let him sample me one more time then cut him off. I can’t fuck with family, and that’s like family to me.”

“Nacobi, I really don’t care! Romeo is a dog, and you know that, but I love him to death.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to marry him, Ashura. A bitch can settle for good dick and a smile from time to time, can’t I?”

“You absolutely can!”

Nacobi and Ashura shared a laugh as they turned around. The DJ came through the microphone, grabbing the attention of everyone in the event center.

“Happy thirtieth birthday to the very beautiful, Ashura Trenton-Combs. This one is for you, baby girl!”

The sounds of “Before I Let Go” filled the air and Nacobi rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God, girl! You old as fuck! This song and Bill Cosby the same age!”

Ashura laughed as she pulled Nacobi to the dance floor. “Shut up and dance with me!”

“But I can’t twerk to this,” Nacobi whined as Ashura pulled her. She was laughing so hard at Nacobi’s crazy self.

“You only use me because your husband can’t dance, heffa. You ain’t slick.”

“Vince can dance!” Ashura defended as she started to snap her fingers.

Nacobi mugged Ashura as she continued to move. “Oh lord, his no rhythm having ass is rubbing off on you! You losing it too, bitch!”

Nacobi shook her head as she continued moving. She wanted her friend to enjoy her party because she deserved to let loose. The last few years of her life had been difficult. Just recently, they both obtained jobs in the fields in which they earned their degrees. For Ashura, that field was law. She had spent the last four years working hard as hell to get her degree, and now that she had it, she was now working hard on opening her firm.

Vince wasn’t good for much in Nacobi’s eyes, but he had supported her best friend through both school and he promised Ashura to give her the startup money to open her firm. Ashura didn’t need the money, didn’t need a red cent of it but she refused to touch the money that they had made together. Nacobi would never understand why she wouldn’t touch the money, being that it was the entire reason that they did what they did, but she had learned a long time ago to not question Ashura about her movements and thought process.

Nacobi decided to be in the moment and enjoy her best friend, but her eyes kept traveling to a man who was standing in the corner looking suspicious.

His demeanor was not that of a person who was there to enjoy a party. Ashura continued to dance, but Nacobi, forever on defense, continued to eye the man. She watched his line of vision and noticed that another man was standing across the room with the exact same demeanor. Something… wasn’t right.

“Ashura…”

Ashura’s head snapped up as she continued to move and dance. Her eyes connected with Nacobi’s and she saw the concern etched across her face. She stopped moving and looked her best friend over as she scanned the party with her dark eyes.

“Something is…”

“Baby girl!”

Ashura flinched as she turned around, her heart increasing its pace. “Daddy! You scared me!”

“I’m sorry, baby girl! I was coming over to ask where you wanted your gifts?”

“Oh, I… it doesn’t matter, Daddy! Are you enjoying yourself?”

“It’s your party, sweetheart! What do you young folks call it? Dirty thirty?”

“That’s right! Dirty thirty! You know me, forever ready to party! I’m trying to get Nacobi’s butt to dance.”

Ashura turned around to Nacobi, taking in the sight of her eyes rounding. “Get down!”

Ashura shifted back around in time to see a red beam painting the center of my father’s head. Before she could react, a single bullet travelled through his skull, splattering blood all over Ashura’s face. She felt Nacobi pull her to the ground and get on top of her as complete chaos erupted inside the small venue. The sound of bullets whipping through the air and ricocheting off the walls echoed in Ashura’s ears as flashes of her father’s death played in her head.

“Nacobi, get off!” she screamed through her tears.

“Stay down, Ashura!”

“I have to get to my daddy!”

Ashura’s cries shattered Nacobi’s heart, but she couldn’t let her get up. She knew Mr. Trenton was gone, and Ashura would be too if she let her up.

“Stay down, Ashura. Just stay down!”

Flinching on the ground, complete fear consumed both friends as they tried to stay as low as possible. As more shots began to ring out, Ashura closed her eyes and prayed that no one else was taken, but this day took a lot more from her than just her father, it took her entire being.

Him…

“You will never in this life or the next find a bitch like me! That’s for damn sure!”

“Bruh, learn how to multitask! Talk all that shit on your way out the door!”

Anthony propped his foot up on the small center table occupying the diminished area between where he sat and where Danielle stood.

“Fuck you, Anthony! You just want free range to fuck whatever you want. You will die lonely and depressed. Mark my words.”

He was too high to deal with Danielle’s diatribe. In fact, he didn’t understand the basis of her yelling and shouting shit that he couldn’t make out. There was no point.

Why was she so pissed?

He wasn’t sure how a simple smoke and fuck session had turned into Danielle getting pissed off and trashing his dorm after trying to attack him to no avail. This was why he didn’t want to place a title on what he and Danielle were doing. He was good when they were just fucking, but now she was his girlfriend. Well, she was before she flipped out after finding lace panties under his bed.

“You don’t even try to keep your dick in your pants, do you?”

Anthony shrugged. “I be trying and shit.”

Danielle hated his nonchalant demeanor and the fact that she had been crying, and he hadn’t shed a single tear or shown any sign or destress or emotion. She knew then that she was far more invested in this relationship than he was.

Anthony Drake acted as if being committed to one woman would be the death of him. The thought of monogamy was as foreign to him as Chinese arithmetic. He just didn’t do it. Made a solid attempt because he liked Danielle. Liked her a lot, but just like everything else in his life, he managed to screw it up by basically doing what he always did. Cheating.

“I don’t get you though, Danielle. You knew what it was when I met you. I mean, shit, I was cheating on my main bitch with you when we got together. Then you trying to force me into some shit that I just ain’t ready for, so… I cheat.”

“So, you’re immature and you weren’t ready to be in a committed relationship. Does that make what you do right?”

“I didn’t say all that because I know it doesn’t, but for you to sit here and act like I wasn’t cheating with you is some bullshit.”

“So what, you cheated with me? So, what? You said that you would do better, but you clearly lied. You sat in my face and lied to me. I’ve been nothing but loyal to you, holding you down at every turn, and this is what I get? This is what you feel I deserve?”

Anthony felt like shit. He didn’t mean to hurt Danielle; that was never his intention. The only reason he was caught up this time is that the broad had left pieces of clothing behind. Other times, he would pick up on shit like that, but ol’ girl got one over on him. Now he was dealing with the wrath of Danielle.

“I’m about to call campus security on your ass if you break something else!”

“You should be glad I’m not doing more! I cannot even tell you how sick of this I am, Anthony. One whole year down the drain because you can’t remain faithful!”

“I didn’t cheat on you the whole time, though!”

Danielle frowned as she looked at him. He actually felt like the fact that he wasn’t constantly cheating gave him some sort of leverage. “Really?”

“Dead ass. It was just this bitch, and one other bitch, but like the first six months after I dumped my main bitch, I was all about you.”

“This can’t be my life,” Danielle mumbled.

“You buggin’, ma!”

“You need to address your issues, Anthony. You don’t have regard for anyone’s feelings but your own. I think you have some deeper issues that you need to deal with before you can take any relationship serious.”

Anthony chuckled and rested his head back on the couch that he was lounging on and watched an upset Danielle as she snatched her bag up off the floor. He grabbed his blunt and lit it before he inhaled deeply, letting the smoke flow from his lips.

“You digging way too deep into this shit, ma. We gon’ have some for the road sex or nah?”

“Fuck you, Anthony!”

Anthony shook his head, counting the number of times he’d had that exact statement yelled at him by a woman he once penetrated. “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“I’ll be sure to send a bullet through your ass if I do! Again, fuck you! Remain miserable!”

Danielle grabbed all her things and left. She knew Anthony never loved her, and yes, their relationship was based on a lie, but she was hoping that he would change for her. Get better, and be a better man to her. She had thought wrong.

“That’s what I get for falling for a toss, man. Should have left that bitch in the slums where I found her hoe ass. Done fucked everything walking, and wanna lock a real nigga down. Fuck is she talmbout?”

Anthony continued to smoke to clear his head. There was no time to dwell on what he considered bullshit. He had other things to do, bigger matters to tend to. He was still young, and he didn’t want to be tied down. He just didn’t. Anthony couldn’t discount the future because he didn’t know what it held and how it would go for him, but right now, all he wanted to do was enjoy life.

“You only live once,” he mumbled as he grabbed his phone and called a girl over so she could take his mind off Danielle and the sudden development of emptiness that her exit had left him feeling.

His phone, which was sitting in the middle of the table surrounded by shattered glass, rang a few times before he reached out to grab it. It was his best friend, Cole.

“Yoooo, boy? What it do?”

“What’s good for tonight? You booed up and shit?”

Anthony sucked his teeth as he surveyed his dorm room. “Nah, bruh. That shit is over with. What’s the play?”

“Over with? You and Danielle?”

“Yeah! Tasha messy ass left her panties under my bed and Danielle found them shits. Left my ass high and dry. Now, I’m getting as high as I can so I don’t chase her ass.”

Cole shook his head at his best friend on the other end of the phone. This was typical Anthony; this was how he did things. Commitment was something that he didn’t crave. Cole was like him in that sense, but where Anthony shied away from relationships, Cole welcomed them. But, if he was going to be tied down, he wanted to be tied to something worth the anchored feeling.

“So, you ’bout to eat ice cream and sing love songs and shit like that?”

Anthony laughed so hard that he choked on the smoke from the blunt. He wasn’t that pressed. He didn’t think in the duration of his life would he ever be that pressed over a female. Nah, that’s too extra. “Nigga, what I look like crying over a female? You know better than that shit. The fuck?”

“I was about to say, man. Let me find out, let me find the fuck out, bruh!”

“Nah, bruh, I’m just chilling. Smoking and ’bout to get on this Madden. You coming through?”

“That’s what I was calling you about. I got somebody that I want you to meet.”

Anthony’s ears perked up. “Is it new pussy?”

Cole shook his head. “No, bruh!”

Anthony frowned. “New money?”

“Now you talking my language!”

“Oh, you know I’m always with the shit. Come scoop me!”

“Bet, I’m on the way! Nigga, be dressed when I get there because I ain’t waiting on you.”

“This better be worth my time. I just got dumped like shit!”

“Oh, trust me. It’s worth every second.”

 

Reviews for Crowned:

on February 11, 2017
Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase
This book was so live and so unexpected. Going into the story I didn’t know how it would turn out. I figure it was some insecure chick with a jerk for a husband. Boy was I blind sided. Ashura and Nacobi are thick as thieves, but they both have a story. Nacobi is a fire cracker but very protective in her own right. Ashura tries to keep her past in the past but when the one she loves stir the pot in the opposite direction, her loyalty gets twisted. When I tell this book was good, believe it. Page after page was filled with so much energy. From sexual energy to returning killer instincts. I love how the story displayed Alpha females, who at the same time knew what it took to keep their man happy. However being greedy and selfish doesn’t always win, and the beast that was subdue returns. This ending was so real I actually went back and read it again.
Oh ma lort.. That ending tho.. I knew it was gunna be him.. I was so tired of ?? This book was a nonstop emotional rollercoaster.. I literally felt so many emotions while I was submerged in this book.. I loved the fact that the beasts or should I say “savages” were the women.. Ashura is a beast.. It’s said that Nacobi is the savage of the 2 so I can’t wait to see her in action.. I kno this book his came out 2day but I need pt 2 like yesterday.. Deshon ur pen game is sick..

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Living life on the edge was something that Shania Grimes never planned to do until she met the likes of Adonis King. Before him, she had it all planned out, and only opted for the simplicities of life; love, marriage, family. Adonis’ sexiness effortlessly radiated from his pores like an aphrodisiac of some sort, making her crave him in ways that she had never craved a man before. However, he may be a lot more than what she bargained for.

Being the total opposite of Shania, Adonis basked in the thrill of the street life; it was all he knew. There wasn’t a need to make plans or organize his life; he liked taking things as they came at him. He never reached for anything more, never felt the need to… That was until Shania Grimes.

Shania, the woman who plagued Adonis’ dreams ever since he walked into her firm, is placed on an undercover mission that brings the two in close proximity of each other, and before long, one thing leads to the another. However, things aren’t always quite what they seem, and Shania is forced to make a decision to either help bring down the man she loves or protect him at any cost.
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The Birth Of A Nation… Or Nah?

 

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The issue of Nate Parker vs. Nat Turner, I’ll start by giving you a small history of both men from their Wikipedia pages.

 

 

Nate Parker (born November 18, 1979)[1] is an American actor, director, producer, writer, and musical performer who has appeared in Beyond the Lights, Red Tails, The Secret Life of Bees, The Great Debaters, Arbitrage, Non-Stop, Felon, and Pride.[2] Parker made history at the 2016 Sundance Film Festival with his directorial debut feature film The Birth of a Nation when Fox Searchlight Pictures acquired the distribution rights to the film for $17.5 million, which broke the record for the most paid for a Sundance Film Festival production surpassing Little Miss Sunshine, which had been acquired by Searchlight for $10 million ten years earlier.[3]

 

Controversies…

In 1999, while a sophomore at Pennsylvania State University, Parker, and his roommate and wrestling teammate, Jean McGianni Celestin, were accused of raping a fellow Penn State student.[44][45][46][47] The unnamed accuser stated that Parker and Celestin raped her while she was intoxicated and unconscious and said she was unsure of how many people had been involved.[6][48] She claimed the two harassed her after she pressed charges and that they hired a private investigator who showed her picture around campus, revealing her identity.[49]Parker was found not guilty on all four counts brought against him.[50] Celestin, who shares a story credit on The Birth of a Nation, was convicted of sexual assault and received a six-month to the one-year prison sentence in 2001,[51] later raised to two to four years per state sentencing guidelines.[52] Appealing the case on grounds of ineffective counsel at the first trial, Celestin’s initial conviction was overturned in 2005 and he was granted a new trial to rehear the charges.[53] Despite the accuser’s willingness to testify at a second trial, prosecutors declined because other witnesses had scattered all over the world.[54]

On campus in 2001, students raised concerns that race may have influenced Celestin’s initial conviction: Celestin is black (as is Parker), while the accuser and all but one of the jurors were white.[51][55]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nate_Parker

 

Nat Turner (October 2, 1800 – November 11, 1831) was an enslaved African American who led a rebellion of slaves and free blacks inSouthampton County, Virginia on August 21, 1831, that resulted in the deaths of 55 to 65 white people. In retaliation, enraged white militias and mobs killed more than 200 black people in the course of putting down the rebellion.[2]

Turner led a group of slaves carrying farm implements in a rebellion against slavery. As they went from plantation to plantation they gathered horses and guns, freed other slaves along the way, and recruited other blacks that wanted to join their revolt. During the rebellion, Virginia legislators targeted free blacks with a colonization bill, which allocated new funding to remove them, and a police bill that denied free blacks trials by jury and made any free blacks convicted of a crime subject to sale and relocation.[2] Whites organized militias and called out regular troops to suppress the uprising. In addition, white militias and mobs attacked blacks in the area, killing an estimated 200,[3] many of whom were not involved in the revolt.[4]

Consequences

The rebellion was suppressed within two days, but Turner eluded capture by hiding in the woods until October 30 when he was discovered by farmer Benjamin Phipps. Turner was hiding in a hole covered with fence rails. While awaiting trial, Turner confessed his knowledge of the rebellion to attorneyThomas Ruffin Gray, who compiled what he claimed was Turner’s confession.[21] On November 5, 1831, Turner was tried for “conspiring to rebel and making insurrection”, convicted, and sentenced to death.[22] Turner was hanged on November 11 in Jerusalem, Virginia. His body was flayed,beheaded and quartered, as an example to frighten other would-be rebels.[23] Turner received no formal burial; his headless remains were either buried unmarked or kept for scientific use. His skull is said to have passed through many hands, last reported as held in the collection of a planned civil rights museum for Gary, Indiana. African-American groups called for it to be buried with honors.[24]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nat_Turner

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This is my issue, for a lack of a better word.

The rape allegation in Nate Parker’s situation occurred in 1999 and has now resurfaced for no known reason. In fact, Parker has been out of the spotlight for the last two years, working solely on Birth of A Nation, the Nat Turner story. He has not had anything come up in his past before this even though this information is so easily found on his Wikipedia page. Never heard it before now with the very controversial roles that he has taken i.e The Great Debaters, Red Tails ( both highly driven on race and racism). Still, nothing was said about this very public information. So, why now?

This movie is different and definitely right on TIME. The words “Oscar Worthy” has been mentioned alongside this movie since it was presented at Sundance. I’ve followed it and its growth since the beginning and I was excited about the friction that it was gaining. It seems to me that as soon as the allegations resurfaced, the drive behind this movie dwelled dramatically. But still, I ask, why? Why does this movie now all of a sudden not have the steam behind it? Because it has somehow got smeared by the allegations that were presented to its Director and Leading Male Character.

Why is this an issue?

Because African American people NEED to see this movie. THE WORLD needs to see this movie. The message behind it is so strong, profound and moving that it threatens the balance of silence and prejudice. It grants eyes and ears some truth that have somewhere down the line gotten buried. Most black people aren’t aware of who Nat Turner is but he was one of the first slaves to get tired. A preacher, a man of GOD, a clean soul who was subjected to slavery and just got tired.

Sound familiar?

I will be going to see this movie and I will be taking my son. I want him to see the difference between giving up and standing up. The right and wrong way to live this lift in post-slavery America where black men are slaughter every day. Sound familiar?

Black people are constantly told to “Get Over IT!” The years of suppression that our ancestors faced, we need to get over it but remember the Holocaust, 9-11, The Dallas Five, The Paris Attacks, all of these other events that have heavily affected America. But we are supposed to forget the thing that heavily and very directly affected us as a race. How?

Support this movie because you need to see it. Support it because it was shopped independently through Sundance and picked up, giving Nate Parker and his production team to get the BIGGEST Sundance payout ever. This movie is mandatory.

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The Reasoning Behind Big T…

First, I want to be clear on something; never have I once written anything that I couldn’t or wouldn’t represent to the end of me. No matter the genre, title, publisher, editor, illustrator – none of that. If it has Deshon Dreamz on it anywhere, at the end of the day…its mine and I represent it to the fullest! I try to find storylines and angles that haven’t been touched. That’s how Her Loyalty To Him was born.

I wanted to build a character that people genuinely loved and wanted to know more about. I left a certain level of unfamiliarity to him because I wanted to hide aspects of him to leave some…mystery. I wanted someone that had been through a lot already in life but was somehow pressing through all of that. It was extremely hard to NOT fall in love with Big T. He was literally the glue to the King family. His relationship with the kids, especially Jayda was something extremely special and I wanted to show that relationship as a point of vulnerability for Big T.

His murder was LITERALLY the most difficult scene that I have ever written in my career. I had tears in my eyes the moment Jayda asked, “Big T, do you have a girlfriend?”

I realized in that moment that Big T would never get his happy ending. He would never have a chance. His life was cut short solely because of an unspoken fear that dwelled in the heart of the person that held his life in his hands.

It was extremely sad, it was hard to read and believe me it was hard to write but it happens so often that it is becoming the norm to us. We don’t see the slaughtering of minorities as something that should be news because it happens so often. Every day it’s in our face, we have to deal with it. So, I choose to address the issue of police brutality and #blacklivesmatter . I wanted to use the most influential platform that I have to address that and it is now the most talked about portion of the book. I feel like it hit home the most with a lot of people because it’s real and raw.

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The unjust murder of a minority does not need to have any rhyme or reason to it. It just happens. Accessive force just happens. Life is snatched from people every day because of their size and the color of their skin. It’s sad as hell but I promise you it is the reality!

I feel like no matter who you are or how large your audience is, use as humans should feel the need to speak about the things that are happening around us. Rather you are Colin Kaepernick, Beyonce, or Deshon Dreamz…USE YOUR VOICE FOR SOMETHING OR FOR NOTHING AT ALL!!!!

Again, I appreciate every single reader that gave me and my book a chance and I know the change in his storyline came out of nowhere but that’s how it happens. One day you are living the life that GOD gave you and the next day you’re being choked out, body slammed and shot, chased down and shot. or maybe you knock on the wrong door or play with a fake gun. Oh wait, maybe you sell CD’s, cigarettes or walking down the wrong street. IT’S AN ISSUE!! So, I just decided to use the small voice that I have to bring light to it.

If you are reading this and have no clue what I am referring to, please click this link to be enlightened: http://goo.gl/OnHtHV

Thank you for reading!

 

 

San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick, middle, kneels during the national anthem before the team's NFL preseason football game against the San Diego Chargers, Thursday, Sept. 1, 2016, in San Diego. (AP Photo/Chris Carlson) ORG XMIT: CACC108
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Chapter One

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The dripping sound of a faucet methodically echoed in the recesses of his mind as his eyes slowly opened, gradually coming into focus in an effort to take in his surroundings. He turned his head to the sound, noticing the opened door to a bathroom on the opposite side of the room. He closed his eyes back and attempted to sit up in the foreign bed that he was in. He groaned as he adjusted his legs and pulled himself up by his arms.

Becoming frustrated by the heaviness of his body, due to the sedation that he was under, he groaned as he pushed himself up as best he could. “Where the fuck-”

“Don’t try to do too much, bruh.”

He frowned as he looked to the left. “Who the fuck is you?”

The man that occupied the room with him looked taken aback. He then visibly relaxed as the door to the room opened.

Apollo watched as the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid eyes on walked in with a worried expression on her face. She had her was pulled back into a puffy ponytail, smooth mocha colored face. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath while licking her lips. He wanted to know more about her sexy ass; she put him in the mind frame of Keisha from Belly, just a half a shade lighter and with natural hair. Her hips poked out on the side, showing off a perfect figure eight. She had these light brown eyes that seemed to search his soul in one glance. He definitely wanted to know more about this chocolate beauty.

He frowned at her because she wouldn’t take her eyes off of him. Who is she? Apollo thought as he looked her over.

“How do you feel?” Her voice matched her perfectly, soft and sexy as hell.

Apollo moistened his lips with a flick of his tongue as he took in her attire. She was dressed down in some sweats and a baggy shirt. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in a while. He wasn’t sure why, but she was looking at him as if he was about to evaporate, and that was the scariest shit she would ever face.

“I feel like a fucking truck is sitting on my chest. Where am I?”

She bit her bottom lip as tears gathered in her eyes. She was hesitant when she spoke. “Do you know who I am?” A tear slid down her face as she looked over at the man sitting quietly in the chair. “Or him? Do you remember anything?”

Apollo frowned because he was confused as to what she was asking him or talking about. What the hell was he supposed to be remembering? He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. “How about you tell me who the fuck you are?”

She blew breathe through her lips as she wiped a tear from her face. “Shit, Apollo.”

Confusion caused his face to contort as he looked at the woman in front of him. “How the fuck do you know my name?”

“Because I’ve loved you since I was twenty years old. I’m the mother of your children and your wife. That’s how!”

The tension in the room went from minimal to intense with just that one statement. Apollo’s face scrunched up, and he was preparing to tell this bitch off until ol dude, who seemed to fade into the background, spoke.

Big T saw the exchange between the two and knew that they needed the room to themselves. He couldn’t bring himself to leave Apollo’s side. Blood couldn’t make them any closer. “You want me to step out?”

Apollo’s eyes landed on the man that was sitting in the corner as he looked up at the delusional ass woman that just called herself his wife and the mother of his children. He didn’t have a wife, and he sure in the hell didn’t have no fucking kids.

Her sympathetic eyes landed on the man sitting in the corner. “Please, Big T. I’ll call you when I come out of here.”

Apollo watched silently as Big T stood to leave the room. He wanted to move, but his body wouldn’t allow that shit. He didn’t know how the fuck he ended up in the position,   but he knew he needed to move the fuck around. He was in an unfamiliar place with people he didn’t know.

He glanced down at his legs and realized that they were bandaged all the way up to the middle of his thighs, his arm was in a sling and his abdominal area was wrapped in gauze. He felt pain every time his chest rose and fell, his mind was racing a million miles a minute. What the fuck happened to me?, he thought as he looked back up at the beauty that stood in front of him.

She seemed to brace herself before she spoke as if she was the President about to give a State of the Union Address. “Your name is Apollo Kwame King. You are 35 years old and was once the biggest drug kingpin in the south.” She stepped closer to him with her arms wrapped securely around her. “Your mother was Reindea King, full Jamaican, she passed away two years ago from brain cancer.  Your father is Kwame King, half black and half Jamaican, is still living in Jamaica. You love him very much.” She stopped talking and looked at him. “I’m your wife, Jade; we’ve been married for ten years, together for fifteen. We have a set of twins, a boy and a girl; Kwame and Jayda. They are eight.

“Sade?”

“Ja-de,” she annunciated with attitude after he said her name wrong.

Apollo tilted his head to the side. “Whatever the fuck!”

“Look, you not in a position to be a dick to me. I’m about the only motherfucka who has been taking care of you, Apollo. You’re almost handicap, my nigga.”

He had to interrupt her when she said that. “Handicap? Drug Kingpin? Wife? Married…me? To you? I mean, you fine as fuck, but married? I would never do no dumb shit like that.”

She looked offended. “Well, you did that dumb shit ten years ago,” she said flashing a big ass ring in his face. “I understand you may not remember-”

“Nah, I don’t remember because I wouldn’t do that shit. And you talking about kids and drugs and shit. I don’t know you Jade, but you trippin!”

Apollo could tell that his actions and the way he was talking was bothering her, but he needed her to understand that he didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.

Jade took a measured step closer to his bed. “So, you telling me that you don’t remember anything?”

“What the fuck did I just say? I don’t know who you are or what you up to, but that shit ain’t gone fly, baby girl.”

She shook her head and laughed. It wasn’t a joyous laugh at all; the shit sounded like she wanted to snap Apollo’s neck.

“I can’t deal with this shit right now,”she mumbled before she turned to walk out of the room.

“Where you going?”, Apollo asked successfully halting her. “I need to get out of this bed.”

“As you can fucking see,” she snapped, beyond frustrated with him. “You can’t walk! You can’t do shit, so I’ve been doing everything for you! I don’t have time for this! I’ll be back in an hour to feed you and give you your medicine!”

“Man, I ain’t eating shit that you attempt to feed me, and I don’t need you to do shit for me! I just need to get out this motherfucka!”

Jade fought the tears that gathered in her eyes. This was like pouring salt in a fresh ass wound. She knew she couldn’t hold him to it, but every time he opened his mouth, it pierced her heart. “Do whatever you want, Apollo King! At this point, I don’t give a shit, my nigga!”

She went to storm out of the room again, and Apollo called her, stopping her again. “Where the fuck is you going?”

Jade turned back to him. “I’m going to finish making the funeral arrangements for my sister.” She had fresh tears in her eyes and her bottom lip trembled as she shook her head.

Apollo felt like he was being selfish, but he was in unfamiliar territory with people that he didn’t know. “What happened to her? Your sister? You said funeral arrangements…what happen to her?”

She released that scary ass laugh again as she wiped her cheek. “The doctor said that you may have an issue with memory loss, but you don’t remember shit?”

“Apparently not.”

“I’m going to finish the arrangements for my sister,” she spoke as she closed her eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Making arrangements for my sister, the one that was in the car with you when you were hit. The one that you were sneaking off to see.” She cried harder as she ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “The one that you were clearly fucking behind my back, you son of a bitch!”

He didn’t know why, but when she made that statement, his heart dropped.

Coming Soon!!! Her Loyalty To Him **Synopsis & Chapter One Below**

Her Loyalty To Him Coming 09.01.2016

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The dripping sound of a faucet methodically echoed in the recesses of his mind as his eyes slowly opened, gradually coming into focus in an effort to take in his surroundings. He turned his head to the sound, noticing the opened door to a bathroom on the opposite side of the room. He closed his eyes back and attempted to sit up in the foreign bed that he was in. He groaned as he adjusted his legs and pulled himself up by his arms.

Becoming frustrated by the heaviness of his body, due to the sedation that he was under, he groaned as he pushed himself up as best he could. “Where the fuck-”

“Don’t try to do too much, bruh.”

He frowned as he looked to the left. “Who the fuck is you?”

The man that occupied the room with him looked taken aback. He then visibly relaxed as the door to the room opened.

Apollo watched as the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid eyes on walked in with a worried expression on her face. She had her was pulled back into a puffy ponytail, smooth mocha colored face. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a deep breath while licking her lips. He wanted to know more about her sexy ass; she put him in the mind frame of Keisha from Belly, just a half a shade lighter and with natural hair. Her hips poked out on the side, showing off a perfect figure eight. She had these light brown eyes that seemed to search his soul in one glance. He definitely wanted to know more about this chocolate beauty.

He frowned at her because she wouldn’t take her eyes off of him. Who is she? Apollo thought as he looked her over.

“How do you feel?” Her voice matched her perfectly, soft and sexy as hell.

Apollo moistened his lips with a flick of his tongue as he took in her attire. She was dressed down in some sweats and a baggy shirt. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in a while. He wasn’t sure why, but she was looking at him as if he was about to evaporate, and that was the scariest shit she would ever face.

“I feel like a fucking truck is sitting on my chest. Where am I?”

She bit her bottom lip as tears gathered in her eyes. She was hesitant when she spoke. “Do you know who I am?” A tear slid down her face as she looked over at the man sitting quietly in the chair. “Or him? Do you remember anything?”

Apollo frowned because he was confused as to what she was asking him or talking about. What the hell was he supposed to be remembering? He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. “How about you tell me who the fuck you are?”

She blew breathe through her lips as she wiped a tear from her face. “Shit, Apollo.”

Confusion caused his face to contort as he looked at the woman in front of him. “How the fuck do you know my name?”

“Because I’ve loved you since I was twenty years old. I’m the mother of your children and your wife. That’s how!”

The tension in the room went from minimal to intense with just that one statement. Apollo’s face scrunched up, and he was preparing to tell this bitch off until ol dude, who seemed to fade into the background, spoke.

Big T saw the exchange between the two and knew that they needed the room to themselves. He couldn’t bring himself to leave Apollo’s side. Blood couldn’t make them any closer. “You want me to step out?”

Apollo’s eyes landed on the man that was sitting in the corner as he looked up at the delusional ass woman that just called herself his wife and the mother of his children. He didn’t have a wife, and he sure in the hell didn’t have no fucking kids.

Her sympathetic eyes landed on the man sitting in the corner. “Please, Big T. I’ll call you when I come out of here.”

Apollo watched silently as Big T stood to leave the room. He wanted to move, but his body wouldn’t allow that shit. He didn’t know how the fuck he ended up in the position,   but he knew he needed to move the fuck around. He was in an unfamiliar place with people he didn’t know.

He glanced down at his legs and realized that they were bandaged all the way up to the middle of his thighs, his arm was in a sling and his abdominal area was wrapped in gauze. He felt pain every time his chest rose and fell, his mind was racing a million miles a minute. What the fuck happened to me?, he thought as he looked back up at the beauty that stood in front of him.

She seemed to brace herself before she spoke as if she was the President about to give a State of the Union Address. “Your name is Apollo Kwame King. You are 35 years old and was once the biggest drug kingpin in the south.” She stepped closer to him with her arms wrapped securely around her. “Your mother was Reindea King, full Jamaican, she passed away two years ago from brain cancer.  Your father is Kwame King, half black and half Jamaican, is still living in Jamaica. You love him very much.” She stopped talking and looked at him. “I’m your wife, Jade; we’ve been married for ten years, together for fifteen. We have a set of twins, a boy and a girl; Kwame and Jayda. They are eight.

“Sade?”

“Ja-de,” she annunciated with attitude after he said her name wrong.

Apollo tilted his head to the side. “Whatever the fuck!”

“Look, you not in a position to be a dick to me. I’m about the only motherfucka who has been taking care of you, Apollo. You’re almost handicap, my nigga.”

He had to interrupt her when she said that. “Handicap? Drug Kingpin? Wife? Married…me? To you? I mean, you fine as fuck, but married? I would never do no dumb shit like that.”

She looked offended. “Well, you did that dumb shit ten years ago,” she said flashing a big ass ring in his face. “I understand you may not remember-”

“Nah, I don’t remember because I wouldn’t do that shit. And you talking about kids and drugs and shit. I don’t know you Jade, but you trippin!”

Apollo could tell that his actions and the way he was talking was bothering her, but he needed her to understand that he didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.

Jade took a measured step closer to his bed. “So, you telling me that you don’t remember anything?”

“What the fuck did I just say? I don’t know who you are or what you up to, but that shit ain’t gone fly, baby girl.”

She shook her head and laughed. It wasn’t a joyous laugh at all; the shit sounded like she wanted to snap Apollo’s neck.

“I can’t deal with this shit right now,”she mumbled before she turned to walk out of the room.

“Where you going?”, Apollo asked successfully halting her. “I need to get out of this bed.”

“As you can fucking see,” she snapped, beyond frustrated with him. “You can’t walk! You can’t do shit, so I’ve been doing everything for you! I don’t have time for this! I’ll be back in an hour to feed you and give you your medicine!”

“Man, I ain’t eating shit that you attempt to feed me, and I don’t need you to do shit for me! I just need to get out this motherfucka!”

Jade fought the tears that gathered in her eyes. This was like pouring salt in a fresh ass wound. She knew she couldn’t hold him to it, but every time he opened his mouth, it pierced her heart. “Do whatever you want, Apollo King! At this point, I don’t give a shit, my nigga!”

She went to storm out of the room again, and Apollo called her, stopping her again. “Where the fuck is you going?”

Jade turned back to him. “I’m going to finish making the funeral arrangements for my sister.” She had fresh tears in her eyes and her bottom lip trembled as she shook her head.

Apollo felt like he was being selfish, but he was in unfamiliar territory with people that he didn’t know. “What happened to her? Your sister? You said funeral arrangements…what happen to her?”

She released that scary ass laugh again as she wiped her cheek. “The doctor said that you may have an issue with memory loss, but you don’t remember shit?”

“Apparently not.”

“I’m going to finish the arrangements for my sister,” she spoke as she closed her eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Making arrangements for my sister, the one that was in the car with you when you were hit. The one that you were sneaking off to see.” She cried harder as she ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “The one that you were clearly fucking behind my back, you son of a bitch!”

He didn’t know why, but when she made that statement, his heart dropped.

 

COMING 9-01-2016 !!!!

 

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Her Loyalty To Him

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Jade had the life that every woman dreamed of having. A handsome successful husband, two beautiful children, a family that she loved and success. Everything Jade ever thought was hers and true… switched in a night. The night her husband got into a near fatal accident that not only erased his memory of the man he was… It also forbids him from explaining to his wife why her sister was in the car at the time of the accident. Apollo King has no recollection of his wife or children. He has no idea what it means to be the King Of The South. Everything that was ever taught to him is long gone, erased with the possibility of returning slim to none. Jade, Apollo’s wife steps up to take over all of Apollo’s operations in order to keep the family business afloat. But with Apollo’s attack comes startling revelations that threaten to ruin everything that they have built. They say if you love something then let it go and if it comes back then it’s meant to be but is unconditional love enough to withstand the damage that Apollo caused? To the left or right of every man…is a strong woman holding him down! But, will him doing what many would consider the unforgivable, cause him to lose the one thing in his life that he cherished the most; his wife, the woman he has no memory of?