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What if the Tea Party was Black?

thWe have witnessed during the November election the repudiation of the Republican ideas, who I often refer to as the 21st century Citizens Counsel or maybe more appropriate James E. Crow, Esq. lest not forget that there remains a vigilant fringe out there like the Klan that may go away for a while but always resurface. It’s the “Tea Party”!

The “Tea Party” is a reference to the Boston Tea Party, a protest by colonists who objected to a British tax on tea in 1773 and demonstrated by dumping British tea taken from docked ships into the harbor. Some commentators have referred to the Tea in “Tea Party” as the backronym “Taxed Enough Already”.

The Tea Party movement is composed of a loose affiliation of national and local groups that determine their own platforms and agendas without central leadership. The Tea Party movement has been cited as an example of grassroots political activity, although it has also been described as an example of astro-turfing. The Tea Party movement is not a national political party; polls show that most Tea Partiers consider themselves to be Republicansand the movement’s supporters have tended to endorse Republican candidates. Ergo, Klan like in nature!

The purpose of this post is not to educate or empower you on their platform or extreme right-wing agenda. Rather to ask a poignant question. What if the Tea Party was an organization or a group formed by Black people? Or Latino; Or any ethnic group other than those we see participating? I lived though the 60’s and saw groups protesting for basic human rights destroyed and the leaders killed.

When they say, they want to take back their country – most of us can hear what they are not saying. And that’s my Thought Provoking Perspective…

You must watch the video and you will get the point.

The Blood Done Signed My Name

About The Book

Are the sins of the father and mother visited upon their sons and daughters?

Undoubtedly damaged, Honey Lamb, like many, is a descendant of an unfortunate legacy of molestation, addiction, murder and bad decisions. For as long as she could remember, she believed the unhappiness she experienced was somehow bequeathed to her. The blood that surged through her veins seemed to be tainted and she often wondered about the DNA she possessed. Experiencing more than her share of misery at the hands of her mother, an alcoholic; the source of all her woes, Honey believed she’d overcome her seemingly checkered path all by herself when she met and married, Mason; a man she loves beyond her own understanding. Unfortunately, unsettling memories emerge to crack the veneer of her seemingly happy existence. Feeling unable to escape what she believed to be her destiny, Honey makes a decision that may have ruined her life. Not realizing God places people in our lives for His purpose, she reluctantly embarks upon a journey that will open her heart to a divine inheritance. Will she accept what God has already given to her or will she shun the invitation of salvation and allow her familial carnal legacy to continue to the next generation? Will she come to understand that Jesus’ blood redeemed us from a self-defeating existence because He became the sinful inheritance for us while at the same time eradicating it forever, giving us a spiritual blood transfusion that would change us all?

About the Author

M. Ann Ricks, (Melissa Ann), is a Christian Fiction novelist residing in Bear, Delaware with her excellent husband and two awesome sons. She is a graduate of Rider University and formerly a national accounts insurance executive.

Using Jesus Christ as her example, as He shared many parables, she creates stories with fictional characters that contend with real life issues and inserts the Word of God to communicate the genuine and unfailing love of God while making it abundantly clear that Jesus is the ONLY answer. M. Ann is determined to tell the world how wonderfully awesome Jesus Christ is and can be in our lives if we just allow Him to be. She is honored to be used by God to spread His message with the stories she creates with the leading of the Holy Spirit, knowing that He will provide her with stories and the words that will lift up the name of Jesus as He promised that if He is lifted up, He will draw all men to Him.

M. Ann is also what one may consider a motivational/inspirational speaker but she prefers the term, “Godspirational” as one may only be truly inspired, transformed and receive true revelation when hearing the uncompromised word of God. M. Ann also continues to utilize her group insurance knowledge as a Benefits and Network Consultant. Lastly, M. Ann is a Group Fitness instructor as she is determined to keep her natural “temple” fit and ready for the Master’s use!

M. Ann is the author of Awesome Wonder: The Gift of Remembrance ,The Son. the much acclaimed, third novel, THE BLOOD DONE SIGNED MY NAME.


Northern Italy, 1918

He hadn’t washed in weeks. The countryside was crawling with “Kraut” and all he could do was think about the full lips that said his name with uninhibited desire. She made him feel invincible and he needed to believe he was. He would have done anything to have and to keep her.

Those eyes…

She moved over him like a cunning feline. Under her spell, he promised he would keep her brother Tanner quiet about everything. He had no idea how he was going to silence the man who had become his friend, but he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin their plans. As he walked back to camp after visiting a makeshift latrine, his thoughts took him back to their night together. Intoxicated by cheap wine, he’d agreed to the pact. She was beautiful, strong, and most of all, determined. He wanted to believe that they would have a good life once this useless war was over.

After settling into the muddy trench, he saw something almost imperceptibly move. Italy could have been a beautiful place if it wasn’t for this God forsaken war, he thought, rubbing his eyes. He was unbelievably fatigued; so much so that foliage seemed to be moving by itself. He closedhis eyes and opened them again to focus. Was there someone or something out there? He couldn’t wait until he was back in the U. S. of A. More importantly, he couldn’t wait to be with her. He could still smell her. She was a vision… a sweet temptress.

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Legacy – A New Season 


Just a Season

In The Spotlight Author Toi Moore

It gives me great pleasure to welcome esteemed Author Toi Moore – “Dubbed the Celebrity Author” – to the John T. Wills Book Tree Radio’s “In The Spotlight”; Wednesday, November 28th at 8:30 PM (est). Author Toi Moore is back with another blockbuster book – “HOW TO GET BILL COLLECTORS OFF YOUR ASSets!” A book that helps readers with ways on DEBT SURVIVAL. She is also a nationally syndicated author of newspapers and magazines such as Billboard and Upscale who has over 350 bylines to her name.

Toi has also written five other books which include “Not Quite Good Enough”, an Erotic Comedy; the celebrity endorsed book, “Unbreakable, A Guide to Understanding Marriage and Relationships” which focuses on the 20 plus years of being married to her professional guitarist husband Greg “G. Moe” Moore; “Mind Games”, a mystery thriller; “Momma Please Forgive Me”, a fictional story reflecting domestic violence; and How to Self Publish on a Shoestring Budget In 10 Easy Steps, which is an instructional booklet that encourages readers to follow their dreams of seeing their names on a published book.

She is called the celebrity author because of her work with several well known celebrities, entertainers, and VIP’s such as: OPRAH WINFREY; musical legends EARTH, WIND & FIRE; Presidential Candidate HERMAN CAIN; Boxer LAILA ALI; singer JAMES INGRAM; actress VIVICA A. FOX; Boxer SUGAR SHANE MOSELY; Radio personality SHIRLEY STRAWBERRY; Motown song writer LAMONT (Holland, Dozier, Holland) DOZIER; Nasa Officials, Former Los Angeles Chief of Police BERNARD PARKS; Fubu clothing designer, founder/CEO & television show ‘Shark Tank’ co-host and cast-member, DAYMOND JOHN; Founder of Operation Hope JOHN “HOPE” BRYANT; Jazz Saxophonist BONEY JAMES; and singer JAHEIM to name a few.

In addition, my very special guest, the esteemed Author Toi Moore, will give away a FREE 30 min session of ‘PICK HER BRAIN’ to someone wanting to ask questions about publishing and/or writing and give someone a PERSONALLY AUTOGRAPHED copy of one of her books for FREE. Don’t Miss this opportunity!



Call in and welcome this amazing author at 718-506-1699.


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Legacy – A New Season 


Just a Season

Najee Ali “Q&A”

In his newly published memoir, “Raising Hell,” Najee Ali takes readers inside the eventful life of a controversial figure — one whose journey from fearsome gang member to one of Los Angeles’ most recognized civil rights figures has played out largely in public. He recently sat down for a conversation about the book, some of the powerful forces he has confronted and how personal challenges have informed his life as an activist.

Why did you decide to write a memoir?

I wanted to chronicle the important events that have transpired not just in South Central L.A., but also nationally. Over the last 20 years, I have worked with, or for, nationally celebrated figures that include President Barack Obama, Rev. Al Sharpton, Martin Luther King III, Rev. Jesse Jackson and the late Michael Jackson. “Raising Hell” gives an insider perspective into what those experiences were like. And also, I wanted to reflect upon the tragic murders of Latasha Harlins, Sherrice Iverson, Tyisha Miller and Trayvon Martin and discuss how we as a community responded to these community crises. The book is a story about adversity, hope, change and redemption. It’s a blueprint for young Black America, to help them overcome the personal challenges they may face in their own lives.

You were born Ronald Todd Eskew. Tell us about changing your name, and why you felt that was important when you converted to Islam.

My conversion to Islam 20 years ago was a life-changing moment for me. Islam — as practiced by over one billion Muslims worldwide — is the faith that professes that, I’m not against Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism, or any religion. I respect everyone’s choice of worship. I just prefer Islam. That’s what spoke to my heart. With a new faith, I chose a new name. I wanted to choose a Muslim name of African origin that I thought best fit my personality and had a meaning to it. My first name means “strong.” It was inspired by my favorite jazz artist, who I was listening to at the time on the radio, as I was making up my mind about my new name. My last name was inspired by the greatest boxer to ever live. From then on, I would be called Najee Ali.

A lot of your activism has centered on cases of police misconduct. Today, what is the state of the relationship between law enforcement and Black communities?

It’s a blessing to see that real, substantial change and police reform has come to the Los Angeles Police Department — based on not just my activism, but all the other activists, as we all fought tooth and nail to ensure change came after the Rodney King beating. We contributed some important work to help ensure our civil rights would be better protected, so things have improved in the last 20 years. But we still have more work to do to ensure the LAPD continues to have transparency and accountability in their dealings with the community.

Over the years, you’ve taken on some pretty powerful individuals — Rep. Maxine Waters, L.A. City Councilman Bernard Parks come to mind, for example. What has your activism cost you?

My activism hasn’t cost me anything. It’s my and the community’s job to hold them accountable when they’re not serving the community’s best interests. No elected official is above reproach. My activism has gained me the respect of the community of South L.A. I’m a homegrown grassroots community leader, who the community knows would never sell them out and have always fought on their behalf to help save lives — from negotiating gang truces to leading protests for social justice. I have been on the front lines for over 20 years and will continue to be, regardless of the cost.

In your book, you speak very candidly about your mother’s battle with addiction. How does that experience shape your view of the War on Drugs?

It’s a failed war. We need to focus on education, prevention, intervention, and treatment; we can’t arrest ourselves out of this war. I’m hopeful that our new district attorney, Jackie Lacey, will ensure that defendants with substance abuse problems can continue to receive treatment and not jail time.

As a Muslim, what are your views on Islamic extremism? What do you think about President Obama’s Middle East policy, with the use of drone strikes and other controversial methods related to the War on Terror? 

Islam is a faith practiced by over one billion peace-loving Muslims worldwide. Unfortunately, our religion has been hijacked by religious fanatics and extremists who have tarnished and damaged the image of Islam worldwide. Their terrorist acts don’t represent true Muslims or the teachings we follow in our holy book, the Holy Qur’an, which forbids terrorism. The American Muslim community, while calling for peace, should also call for President Obama to review some of the policies his administration is employing — with many innocent lives lost due to errant drone strikes. Our government is still holding prisoners at Guantanamo Bay, and the Patriot Act that was signed into law in the Bush Administration is still a threat to all Americans’ civil liberties.

You write very vividly about your participation in the L.A. Riots, which almost cost your life when a storeowner whose business you were vandalizing pointed a handgun at your chest. Twenty years later, do you think that kind of civil unrest is ever justified?

No, it’s not. Dr. King once said that, “People fail to get along because they fear each other; they fear each other because they don’t know each other; they don’t know each other because they have not communicated with each other.” Twenty years after the civil unrest, relations between the African-American and Korean communities have improved. And we have to continue to communicate with all members of the community — regardless of race, or religion.

You took a lot of criticism, some of it from Black people, for your advocacy on Michael Jackson’s behalf. To a lot of people I spoke to at the time, they felt as if you were condoning what was seen as a very strange lifestyle. Has there ever been a cause you regretted becoming involved in?

I never condoned Michael’s lifestyle. I was publicly critical of the position he put himself in. But I have a lot of love and respect for Michael and the Jackson family. I knew in my heart he was innocent and would not just sit quietly when I knew he needed my help. I’m proud to say I have helped everyone I could help from the famous people, to the gang members in South Central L.A. I have always tried to help people. I can’t have regrets for helping. I would only have regrets if I didn’t help.

Your protests against Tavis Smiley and Cornel West have gotten headlines in recent years, over their outspoken criticism of President Obama. Do you think this president owes anything specifically to Black America?

President Obama is not the president of South Central L.A or Harlem. He the president of the entire nation. Tavis and Cornel were out of line and disrespectful to the president and tried to undermine him, it seemed, every chance they got with their phony “poverty tour.” Poverty didn’t just start with Obama in office; it was there with Bush and Clinton, and they were both silent. We get the first Black president in our lifetime and they start with the name-calling and attacks on him. President Obama does have a responsibility to Black America to support our agenda, in the same manner his administration supports other special interest groups. Unfortunately for Tavis and Cornel, it’s not what they said — it’s how they said it. They created a perception, of their own doing, that they are Obama haters.

If you were given one do-over that you could use at any point in your life, how would you use it?

I wouldn’t change one thing in my life. If I did, I wouldn’t be who I am today. I love serving the community and my life. “Raising Hell” is a testimony I can now share with others and a legacy to leave behind.

Raising Hell: A life of Activism


And Our Story Continues

We’ve spent the last three years revisiting what we thought was long past. Witnessing the vitriol of those who want to recreate what I call Brownsville, you know, those segregated places mandated by law as a result of the wretched system of “Separate but Equal”; more commonly known as “Jim Crow”. I have tried to resurrect the ghost of the greats that changed the world, which have caused me to live a life promised to all Americans. Having said that, I readily admit there is still a long way to go.

On Election Day this magnificent journey and life’s promise continues with the reelection of President of Barack H. Obama. Since I started THOUGHT PROVOKING PERSPECTIVES I have shared the African American journey that is without question the greatest story ever told. Maybe I’ll say this more succinctly by quoting Jesse – “From the outhouse to the White

House”. The irony of this was that Africans were dragged onto the shores of this place the slaves called “merica” to now having a man of African descent in the White House as President.

This evolution brought about our acquiescence to political agendas, abdicating our own economic self-sufficiency for the greater good and most working diligently for the economic well-being of other people. Since the 13th, 14th and 15th Amendments were written many have died for the rights described therein and we continue to fight for equality.

Since Black History month only comes in February it’s time we appreciate it every day. I want to leave you with this thought from “The Mis-Education of the Negro,” the most profound novel ever written in my opinion, originally published in 1933 by Dr. Carter G. Woodson, who is known as the father of Black History Month. I might add that this book should be mandatory reading for all African Americans – young and old.

The thesis of Dr. Woodson’s book is that Negroes of his day were being culturally indoctrinated rather than taught in American schools, or not even given the advantage of education. This conditioning, he claims, causes African Americans to become dependent, seeking out inferior places

He challenged his readers to become empowered by doing for themselves, regardless of what they were taught: “History shows that it does not matter who is in power… those who have not learned to do for themselves and have to depend solely on others never obtain any more rights or privileges in the end than they did in the beginning.”in the greater society of which they are a part. This assertion is clearly evident nearly eighty years later.

This goes beyond the imagination, irrespective of the many promises that have been made and broken, that fairness exists. Don’t worry, we have been taught that when we die there is a place where there is a mansion with streets paved with gold. Be that as it may, let’s agree with the great Curtis Mayfield who wrote: “people get ready there’s a train a comin. You don’t need no ticket. All you need is faith to get on board… you just thank the lord.”

I have said and believe that Black History Month is “Black History is American History”. We have witnessed the first man of African descent elected president of these United States and nothing more significant has happened since the resurrection of Christ. I am thankful to have lived to see what no one living or dead ever thought would occur. God Bless America President Barrack Obama and the greatest story ever told continues!

And for those who want to succeed from the Union. We have seen this movie and how did that workout for them. And that is my Thought Provoking Perspective…


Legacy – A New Season 


Just a Season


The roar of thunder and the flash of lightning tearing violently across the dark sky made Ann Joplin cower like a child in the corner of her bedroom. The rain pelted heavily against the window pane, as the lightning caused her to jump and shudder. When the rain eased up, she hopped into her bed and pulled the covers tightly up to her chin. She instinctively grabbed the phone to call her mother before realizing there would be no answer on the other end of the line.

“I miss you mom. We were so close,” Ann said as a tear slid down her face. Instantly, her mind went back to two months ago when she flew from New York to Arizona to bury Martha, who had succumbed to leukemia. Her mother was in so much pain towards the end and Ann would constantly make trips to be by her side. She was thankful that her mother had such a great circle of friends who gave her so much support that Ann was able to keep her job in New York. At one point, she considered giving it all up and relocating to Arizona, but her mother was against it.

Her life was now without its center. Being an only child raised by a single mother had formed a tight bond between them. When Ann had a bad day, she would call and cry to her mother. When she had problems with the men in her life, her mother comforted her. When she got passed over for a promotion because her boss owed his friend a favor, her mother supported and encouraged her to move on.

Now that her mother was gone, who could she turn to? Not her boyfriend — he had left her to follow a spiritual path in Indonesia. Not her closest friend, she just got married and moved with her new husband to Texas. For years, she had suffered from bouts of insecurity and depression, and now it was more heightened. So, with no one around, she wiped away her tears, squeezed her eyes shut, and forced herself to sleep.

Ann opened the attachment and stared at the photograph of Missy Flint. Then it clicked, they had been roommates at Hunter College fifteen years ago. Her hands trembled as she read more of the story. Missy was married to a successful businessman with two kids and was on her way to opening a drug rehabilitation center on Long Island. “What was she doing in the Bronx?” she thought. As she picked up her pen and was about to make some notes, she was startled by the phone ringing on her desk.

“Ann, I need to see you in my office right now,” Mr. Bellows demanded. He was a gruff man of sixty who had been in the newspaper industry for over thirty years. Over the years, she had watched him hire and fire many of her co-workers, sometimes for no good reason. But since her mother died, she must admit that she saw a more compassionate side of him. Recently, he had been cracking the whip at her and everyone else because his wife had served him divorce papers two days ago at the office. That wasn’t any of her concern, because she had enough of her drama to deal with.

She pushed back her chair with dread, got up and slowly walked towards his office. She tapped gently on the door. “Come on in Ann, please have a seat,” he said dryly, as he stubbed out the butt of his cigar in the ash stray.

Ann’s nose wrinkled at the smell she had to endure every time he asked to see her in his office. Even though the entire office building was designated a “non-smoking” area, Mr. Bellows felt it didn’t apply to him and dared anyone to report it to the building management.

She sat across from him in the most uncomfortable chair which was covered in a fabric that made her skin itch. She hoped this meeting wouldn’t take long so she could get back to work and find out more about Missy. “Ann, I don’t know how to tell you this..,” Mr. Bellows paused, “but we have to let you go.”

Ann’s eyes blinked as if processing what he had said to her. Her stomach dropped when it registered that she was being fired. She asked, slightly above a whisper, “But why?” Her palms began to sweat and she rubbed them together. A bead of perspiration formed on her forehead as she tapped her feet, a habit of hers when she felt anxious.

“Ann, I think you are a bright girl. But, there have been some complaints about your work lately,” he said, as he leaned his heavy body back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head.

Ann knew that she had missed a few deadlines, but thought that management would understand. Mr. Bellow’s condescending tone made it clear that it didn’t. In this business, like any other fledgling for profit business, errors were frowned upon.

Mr. Bellows continued, “We’re sorry for your loss, but you still have a job to do. The rest of the staff can’t keep carrying you by covering up your mistakes. This is something I can’t overlook. I’m truly sorry.”

“But I can fix this,” she pleaded, hoping that he would be moved by her pleas. Instead, he responded, “Stan from HR will be talking to you.” He looked at his watch. “Um, he’ll be at your cubicle at around ten.”

“That doesn’t give me much time. I need boxes…”

“They are already at your desk. All you need to do is gather up your things. Security will escort you out by eleven,” he said, dismissively.

She walked out of his office in silence, not having the will to argue, beg or plead for her job. Maybe it was time to move on, she thought. When she got to her desk, she shook her head at the sight of the boxes on her chair, wondering how long they had been planning this. She picked up them up and threw them on the floor. There is no way I’m going to face Stan and have him mumble my benefits to me. What would be the point? So she powered down her computer, picked up her bag and left the boxes sitting on the floor.

She stood in front of the elevator, took a deep, long breath, then hit the UP button. When the doors dinged open at the fifteenth floor, she got off the elevator, walked to the side door and exited to the rooftop. Her eyes adjusted to the sunlight as she made her way to the ledge of the building. She held her face up towards the sky and basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. Her body felt relaxed, she felt free.

“Jump,” a voice inside of her head commanded her. “You have nothing to live for. Just do it!”

She didn’t fight the voice. She was tired: tired of fighting traffic every day, tired of being misunderstood, tired of trying to prove herself in a dead-end job, and tired of everyone she loved always leaving her.

When she was a child, her mother used to sing her nursery rhymes so she could fall asleep. Her mother’s soothing voice comforted her. But her mother couldn’t comfort her anymore.

Now, she began singing her favorite nursery rhyme, “London Bridge Is Falling Down.” A smile crept up on her face. She took off her shoes, threw her bag on the ground, and stepped up onto the ledge. She looked down with no fear at the crowd of people rushing by to go places, taxicabs cutting other drivers off, policemen directing traffic, billboards blinking advertisements, and tourists taking pictures.

“I’m done with it all.” She closed her eyes, and extended out her arms. She was ready to jump.

Suddenly, she felt a hand resting gently on her right shoulder. “No, my love. Not like this I love you,” a soothing voice said. The voice started to sing, “Hush Little Baby…”

Was this a dream? Ann asked herself. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around, but no one was there. For a moment, everything stood still until a dove flew up and flapped its wings in front of her. As she looked up to the sky, she felt her mother’s energy and said, “Thank you, mom.”

Deliah Lawrence

Author, “Gotta Let It Go”

Finalist – 2011 Next Generation Indie Book Awards (multi-cultural fiction category)

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Smiley and West on the 2012 Election

I am proud of any person regardless of color, but particularly any person of color, who achieves that which has been denied by the system. Most African Americans understand that the election of president Obama is far better than the alternative, without question. I will go on to say that I respect intelligence and possess black pride. I also know we are granted freedom of speech which means you have the right to your opinion.

I am concerned and wonder exactly what point brothers Smiley and West are trying to make or where they are coming from. Most of us know the history of our struggle and getting to this place in time is a monumental achievement. As black people, we know injustice more profoundly than any other culture.

Dr. King spoke and marched to divest poverty. President Johnson declared a War on Poverty nearly fifty years ago and yet there is more poverty than ever before. As intelligent as both men are – they should know it is the product of the mighty. I cannot recall these two expressing such a strong voice in opposition of the last administration, which by the way contributed more to poverty than any other administration in modern times.

So can someone explain why they blame President Obama? I would like to ask what you think of this diatribe.

Please comment and give me a Thought Provoking Perspective!


Legacy – A New Season 


Just a Season

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