|Yeeeeaaaaaeeeaaaahhhhh !!!!! THE BOOK IS DONE !|
Thank You, Lord!
Everybody...I just want to extend a great big THANK YOU to those here who encouraged me to write a book. I've been contributing to various online sites for over ten years and for years, people asked me if I was a writer...or encouraged me to write.
Back in 2003, life brought about some changes and it was at this time that I decided to take a giant leap of faith and write a book. As early as 1999, I had been saving some of the topics I started and I realized that put together, I really could write an inspirational book. One of those topics, originally entitled, A Love Letter to My Black Man dingos was selected as the catalyst for the book. I changed the titled, first, to A Love Letter to Black Men, then that changed with the advice of a member on another site, to A Journey Into The Mind of A Black Woman: In Search of Black Men With Purpose. The book is truly a journey of discussions and conversations written in verisimilitude, regarding topics impacting the Black community. I chose Black men as the protagonist because they are so absolutely necessary. It is my cri de coeur(cry of the heart) for ALL Black People to embrace our past and detach ourselves from white America because it has made us all sick.
Some things and people are like toxic waste and if you get too close you will become contaminated.
Self-hatred is rampant in the hearts and minds of Black people and some don't realize just how sick they are. We still live in a system created by slavery and we are still defined by that system. Black male children are targeted for destruction and it is urgent for us to recover our memory, restore our culture and achievements in history, and stop defining ourselves through the distorted lenses of white supremacy. It has damaged our psyche—we’re co-conspirators—we comply with its terms: forget about our culture and heritage, forget about being Black, don’t attack or confront the white mainstream, and then white people would accept us.
Why then are Black people around the world bleaching their skin, straightening their hair, getting plastic surgery to alter their Negro features and assuming the mannerisms and behaviors of white folks in order to be accepted?
How can you define yourself if you don't see yourself in a positive light?
We need to purge ourselves Black people and that is why I wrote this book.
I'd like to share it with you all.
Currently, I'm seeking a literary agent.
Your prayers are welcome.
I can't predict the outcome, but I accomplished what I set out to do. And that makes me happy.
It's been a pleasure....