Sunday, April 15, 2018

Welcome to my blog on my new book

I am taking a very unique approach to writing my book I Do Not Know My Last Name: A letter from a black warrior surviving in an age of corporate tyranny.

I am taking my audience along WITH me as I write.

I ask to you return often and visit our Facebook page. Please follow by email and share with others.

Of course, I want you to buy the book when it is done. It is my intention to peak your curiosity as to the finished product by sharing my journey as I write it.

Get insight into what it is like to be a black man in America during an age of corporate tyranny.

One of the most painful parts of being a black man here is the fact that we do not know our family names overall. We have slave names.

In an age of inverted totalitarianism, corporations write the laws. They have seized all the levers of power while making many of us believe the we live in a democracy. In fact, we live in a  corporatocracy. Money is made up out of thin air then made scarce. Income inequality plagues us and causes crime, unneeded suffering and allows 32,000 children to die each day.

People are taught what to think, now how to think.

Walter in his grandmother's garden 1960.

My father was broken out of jail in south western Alabama and he migrated to Birmingham. There, he started a successful construction business and built a very large home in an area that was to become the epicenter of the civil rights movement.

He met my mother late in his life and my journey began.

His home was located just two blocks away from the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church where the four little girls were killed during a bombing in September 1963. I was five years old when this happened. Dr. King would speak at my church and I would read little poems before he came to speak.

My consciousness of justice was well formed during this period.

I witnessed my father using weapons to defend our home in violent gun battles as police and fire department led forces murdered people of color, blew up our homes and churches. My father was murdered when I was eleven.

I attempted to escape this area by joining the United States Navy.

This resulted in service in six warships and eleven deployments in every active fleet. I started during the Vietnam era and ended my service during the Persian Gulf Wars and the war on drugs in South America.

My travels in The Middle East, Africa, Europe, Asia, South and Central America as well as the South Pacific resulted in the formation of very unique ideals.

My subsequent retirement and pursuit of a career in media brought many interesting people into my life and I learned much.

Join me in this journey to explore my past and my examination of national and international policies and how they have had an impact on us all.