Discovering My Royal Heritage While Surviving in Black Skin
0$3.99 – $22.99Surviving in Black Skin is an illuminating virtual journey within the black skin of the author whose life was abruptly uprooted from his southern home in Mobile, Alabama, and transplanted onto the western coast of Los Angeles, California. The reader learns that his family’s abrupt transplantation was part of a much larger southern exodus of people in black skins in reaction to the tortuous lynching of a 14-year-old kid named Emmitt Till. It’s quite a paradox that the continued lynching’s (6500 between 1865 and 1950), like the late George Floyd, didn’t limit the murders to the South.
The consequence of the covert and overt racism Webster experienced while living through the paradox of racial integration in high school, college, the Navy, as well as his workplace, provides the reader with Webster’s vision of the institutionalized xenophobia which exploded into the Watts Rebellion of 1965. Webster introduces the reader to the launching of: Black Student Unions, the Black Panthers, the Congress of Racial Equality, and some of their leaders such as Malcolm X, Huey Newton, Stokely Carmichael, Angela Davis and the non-violent crusade of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.. The author culminates these encounters by taking the reader out of the United States of America, to Africa’s Egypt only to discover his great ancestry; Pharaohs in Black Skins who were the original authors of the first written language, literally the very African birth of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.
The reality that an advanced civilization of people in black skins, were the authors of the civilization of Ancient Egypt has not only been dismissed, but vehemently condemned by conventional Egyptologists, archaeologists, and even the present Arabian Egyptian government.
The reader will take away from this book a better sense of “WHAT HAPPENED?” How the ancestorial history of people in black skins was literally transformed into the Greek, Jewish, and Islamic history, while “Black History” is relegated to “Slave History.” Why are the names of the great Pharaohs not mentioned in the bible. The names of nearly every prince and priest are spelled out; first, second and third cousins; first and second wives; beggars and even prostitutes are named, but the names of the most important and powerful men and women in the world at the time are not mentioned. The king lists of pharaohs who ruled the most powerful and civilized country in the world for over three-thousand years aren’t named. The leaders that provided the very blueprint for Judaism, Christianity, and Islam are never named, but simply referred to as pharaoh. Could it simply be because they were in Black Skins?
The reader will eventually discover that we are all just one human race with one common heritage.
AFRICA
The Journey: Appalachia to Paradise to Purgatory
1$55.99 – $62.99An autobiography of the innocence, happiness, and final disappointment of a West Virginia coal miner’s son who sees his country on the slippery slope to immorality and cultural destruction as he journeys from the coal fields to the military and highest levels of academia. This book describes the life and travels of a skinny, hard-nosed, hard-working West Virginia kid, a true believer in his family, the West Virginia-Appalachia culture, and the goodness and righteousness of the United States of America. Rags to riches story of a sort, from the primitive life of the coal fields to a Chief Master Sergeant in the Air Force and a Ph.D. from a world-class university. He reveals a liberating journey and appreciation of his country while at the same time experiencing the slow decay of the American culture and values that he knew as a young man.
Tattered Edges
0$3.99 – $11.99As early as six, I began to emulate the essance of a boy trying to mimick my brother standing to pee; failing miserably. At twelve, an older neighborhood boy tried to rape me; all I knew, at this point, was no man would ever control me. Continuing in my tom-boy ways, my mother was appalled. The year that followed, puberty struck, remaining to be the most tragic day of my life. However, my athletic ability was revealed that summer during a softball game when I heard, “You should be playing on the other field with the boys!” My naked reflection in the mirror became problematic. My male alter-ego emerged. I bound my chest, changed my name, and headed to Southern California. I didn’t hate life or who I was, only what I was. This was just the begining, so hold on tight.
