My Harlem Renaissance

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On June 23rd, I received an email from Max Rodriguez, founder of the Harlem Book Fair, which, in 2015, celebrated its 17th year of operation.  He advised that my debut novel, Adinkrahene: Fear of a Black Planet, had been selected as one of three finalists for a Phillis Wheatley Book Award.

To say I was elated would be an understatement.  I was overjoyed, unashamedly floating above, and well beyond, the stratosphere.  But now that this news had been shared with me, I found myself sitting on pins and needles in anticipation of being named the First Fiction Book Award winner at the July 17th awards ceremony, which was held on the campus of Columbia University.

20150717_205819I didn’t win that day.  Neither did the other finalist, Amaka Lily, for Shifting Allegiances: A Nigerian’s Story of Nigeria, America and Culture Shock.  The award went to Nigeria Lockley for her debut novel Born at Dawn.

I think my 11-year-old son took this news the hardest. When New York Times bestselling author Omar Tyree announced the winner, my son exclaimed, “Aw, man! I wanted you to win!”

20150717_211503All I could do was peer over and down at him, a smirk masking my disappointment.  “It’s okay, buddy,” I told him.  “I’m honored from just being named a finalist.”  Then, without skipping a beat, I added, “Maybe next year, we can both enter something.”

He smiled at that.

20150717_140128What my son didn’t know was our NYC weekend would be special not because I was being considered for a prestigious award – even though it would have been nice to have won it.  It would be special because I was spending it with him.  Even before we boarded the Metro train on 72nd Street for the short ride Uptown to Columbia University, we had spent the early afternoon sightseeing in Times Square and eating lunch at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company.

While walking the streets in and around Times Square, I received a peace blessing from a Chinese monk.

20150717_141903My son marveled at the sight of a woman dressed as the Statue of Liberty (standing completely still for several, long minutes), and the Naked Cowboy playing his guitar, curbside, for his adoring female fans.

And I fought, to no avail, to avert his eyes as we walked past two women clad in body paint, high heel shoes and shiny shorts that left little to the imagination.

The next day, Saturday, we walked from the Hotel Beacon to the Starbucks across the street for breakfast.  After we received our breakfast orders, I explained the game plan to him. We would catch the Metro on 72nd Street for the short ride Uptown to 135th.  Once there, we would locate our vendor booth along a street next to the Countee Cullen Library for the daylong Harlem Book Fair.  From there, we would proceed to sell our books to the hordes of readers that would be swarming around our booth.

He nodded, letting me know he was game.  But then it happened.  It started raining, cats and dogs really.  All I could do was nod my head as my heart sank.  We had flown from Dallas to New York City to sell our books, and now we were going to be forced to contend with the rain.

The two previous times I had attended the fair, rain had never been in the forecast, only sunny skies and the accompanying heat.  Lucky for us, the rain went from a torrential downpour to a sprinkle.  And by the time we emerged from the 135th Street subway station, it had stopped completely.

20150718_112620_001Selling books at the Harlem Book Fair was a transformative experience for my son and me.  As people stepped to our table to inquire about our titles, we had to dig deep to give them good reasons to purchase them.  I told them that the first book in the Adinkrahene series is all about introducing readers to a new reality, one in which a select group of Black men and women (100 total) are lower-case gods, and they mainly use their supernatural abilities to establish peace and prosperity for all, not exact vengeance upon their enemies, the Anglo-controlled (but Satarian-possessed) Corporate Cabal.

20150718_170258My son told his readers that the Leaf Knight (from his The Leaf Knight Chronicles: The Knightly Origins) is an 11-year-old boy destined to fulfill a prophecy.  And when he added that the story and illustrations were all penned and drawn by him, these same readers didn’t hesitate to reach for their wallets (and purses) and pay him for autographed copies of his book.  All this proud poppa could do was smile, because it became crystal clear to me that, on this day at least, he would be the most popular author working under the Culturally Coded Content banner.

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20150718_194015We celebrated that night by going Downtown to see the Broadway play Wicked. Seeing this play had been on my to-do list since my days as Director of the Bruce Wells Scholars TRIO Upward Bound Program (2001-2005).  That was more than 10 years ago.  But as I sat there, with my son, watching actors bring novelist Gregory Maguire’s words to life, I daydreamed about what life would be like to have stage and screen actors do the same for my novels, short stories and screenplays.

Only time will tell.  My son and I just have to keep doing what is necessary to grow as writers.

When I first started this journey, my goal was not to become a hack, kicking out book projects that didn’t add value to readers’ lives.  My goal has always been to produce creative works that speak to the relationships that we humans share, both individually and collectively.  Having my debut novel selected as a finalist for the 2015 Phillis Wheatley First Fiction Book Award lets me know I’m a good writer.  I must now be about the business of becoming a great one.

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Is Religious Liberty Really Under Attack?

Church and StateQuestion?

Can someone explain the correlation between religious liberty and its involvement in modern-day politics? The more I listen to (and read Facebook and Twitter posts) from religious liberty proponents (primarily Conservative Republicans), the more confused I get.

I thought religious liberty was supposed to be about people of different faiths being able to freely practice their religions. However, Conservative Republicans aren’t saying that. They seem to be saying the religious liberties of Christians are the only religious liberties under attack while blatantly suggesting it doesn’t matter how the followers of these other religions are treated.

Conservative Republicans have it all wrong. How the followers of these other religions are treated does matter, resulting from the fact that religious liberty is nothing more than being able, again, to freely practice one’s religion in a democratic society. That doesn’t mean you discriminate on the basis of skin color or life choices. For us Christians, it means we more fervently fulfill the commission that Jesus gave his disciples prior to his Heavenly ascension. In other words, we have to convince the sick and the lost that our god is the one, true God. And, yes, we hold onto our beliefs, values and mores, but during our ministerial outreach, we relate to the persons instead of the behaviors.

We Christians have to get back to sowing seeds in the hearts of men on the grassroots level. Once these seeds have been sown, let God be God. All he wants us to do is keep loving on folk by relating to them as persons, not alienating them further with rebuke, contempt and disdain. Like he did with us, God will also reveal himself to the individuals we minister to. Personal revelation about what it means to be a child of God is what causes Christians to live selfless and righteous lives.

This religious liberty talk is making Christianity the laughingstock of modern-day religions. It shows the lengths we will take to avoid our obligation (saving souls) to humanity. For some strange reason, we think government officials (in the executive, legislative and judicial branches) should be in the business of saving souls. They’re not. They’re in the business of securing votes and, once elected, doing the bidding of the Corporate Cabal…I mean the people. And right now, many of us are being bamboozled, allowing these government officials to create a narrative about our religious freedoms being under attack. The last time I checked, I’m still able to attend church services and bible studies. Christian ministers also have the right to decline requests that would have them officiating same-sex marriages.

Truth be told, religion has no place in politics. All we citizens can hope for are elected leaders who execute, legislate and adjudicate laws that are fair, equitable and just, and preserve peace and prosperity for future generations.