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Confessions of a murphy's law child:
​surviving child abuse, racism, poverty, and trick-ask ideology

Murphy’s Kids. What a strange moniker. It corresponds with the so-called Murphy’s Law that states if a series of things can potentially go wrong, they will. As incredible as it sounds, there are some kids who, from the day they are born until they leave this earth, encounter more than their fair share of bad luck and misfortune. It is as if a vixen were attached to their spinal cord. Most children learn to adapt, but far too many acquiesce. They become victims and turn to the dark side. A few choose to die and take innocent lives with them. I choose to fight the powers that try to hold me down. If you have a desire to combat child abuse, this book could be your huckleberry. If you are unhappy with the typical Black/White, Democrat/Republican, up/down, day/night, and devil/angel style of binary thinking that permeates our society, feel free to jump on board this freedom train. If, however, you are more into things such as making everything about you, letting children drift without direction, playing games about power and privilege, sustaining the status quo, setting political traps for one another, or “bumpin’ to da beat and smackin’ dat ass all up and down the dance flo,” this literary effort is probably not for you. 

This is not a typical memoir. It doubles as an anthem for the abused and misunderstood. At times, this story is fluffy and PG-rated, but most of the time it is written in an urban realistic style—raw and unapologetic, with a purposeful emotional and lyrical flair. There are times when my story gets downright ugly, but never is it X-rated or fabricated. Yes, my views jump back and forth across the political divide like a kangaroo hooked on Ritalin, but I am not spastic. I am black-coffee-woke and eclectic. Thirdly, I admit I commit a cultural sin by airing dirty laundry. To members of my family and ethnic group, I have but one message: Do not run from the monsters that vex you. Stare your demons down until they no longer have power over you! 

Our children are not born mentally ill. Neither are they innately endowed with a desire to take the lives of others and themselves. Violence is a learned behavior, and many times the misbehaviors of children are a simple cry for help. But at what point do we stop labeling them as monsters and social misfits? At what point do we stop throwing rocks at our own creations? Rather, let us teach parents, educators, ministers, help-professionals, and law enforcement personnel the warning signs that help to catch the problem before children fall through the cracks of society. Yes, we can make a positive difference if only we engage our kids in loving and meaningful ways.
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This is a bare-all-facts story about how I overcame child abuse, racism, the American brand of poverty, and stinking thinking. I share that story utilizing a colorful and ethnic flair. My Achilles heel is that I am thirty years ahead of my critics who are perpetually in catch-up mode; thus, unfair name-calling and misrepresentations persist. Despite the egregious lack of apologies, I dedicate my life to love and serve everyone—even those who cut my wings. They say a sucker is born every day. Call me grape flavored. Still, a true critical thinker can easily make a case that I am one of the most woke and “keeping it real” Black men alive. Each reader is left to decide for themselves whether this statement is accurate or not. 

Companion MUSIC project

Song Title: American Dream
​from the music CD entitled "New Glasses"
Note: This CD includes 17 additional original songs

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