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I really feel this day is more than just the declaring of our freedom as a nation. I feel it is a symbolic day for writers. We now have more choices than ever to publish our work and find our readership.  It reminds me of something Chris Rock said on an Oprah show.“Having options is true wealth.”

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Genesis 3:6 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat. . .
According to the Bible when Eve took the fruit from the forbidden tree in the Garden of Eden, she did so believing it was a good thing to do. Eve had no way of knowing the consequences of her choice would have such far reaching effects. Nor did she know that the guilt and shame of her decision would fall on the shoulders of the Eves throughout history.
So it is with Zipporah Saldano, the heroine of Maxine Thompson’s latest novel “L.A. Blues.” “Z” (short for Zipporah) had no way of knowing the far reaching consequences of her decision to make a single phone call. There was no way for her to know that doing what she believed was the right thing to do would cause the amount of devastation and destruction to the lives of the people she loved so much. She had no way of imagining that this one single action would change her life and the lives of others forever. She had no idea she would carry the guilt and shame of that decision for years to come.
I found the title L.A. Blues could refer to the fact that Z made the decision to put on the blue uniform when she became an officer on one of the best known notoriously corrupt police forces in the nation, the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD).
Or, the blues could refer to how Z was feeling because of the downward spiral her life was becoming. Z suffered from alcoholism, the murder of her police partner, a divorce, bad relationships, fired from her police position, homelessness, the cold blooded murder of her nephew, and much more, which is more than enough to cause anyone the blues.

However, Z does not stay blue. L.A. Blues shows how Z struggles to overcome her losses and decides to fight for her life and the lives of others around her. And in doing so, Z discovers that she has become the target of corrupt police officers on the LAPD.
I really enjoyed how Maxine Thompson showed how Z overcame most of her problems, and was able to believe and trust again and find a new love. However, like all life, once we solve one set of problems, a whole new set of issues arise. So it is with Z.

I am looking forward to book 2 to see how Z handles the problem that presented itself at the end of L.A. Blues. I recommend this book to readers who love a mystery, yet a story with social consciousness. This book shows you that you can over come your problems. I give the book 5 stars.

Anna Lisa Rogers

Never let your life stand in the way of your success. Never feel that where you live or the hand life dealt you would hamper your success. Meet Zipporah “Z” Soldano, a young, tenacious, bright young lady who gets caught in the middle of a difficult situation that could have cost her more than just her life. Approached by a gang who had anything but good intensions, she is rescued and saved by Romero, a student in community college, studying criminal law, and from then on, things seem to appear to change for the better. But, will they?
From the author of Hostage of Lies and The Ebony Tree comes a brand new novel, LA Blues, where hope and survival are paramount and one young woman will learn many hard lessons in life before realizing you can be anything you want and much more if you grab for success and never let others bring you down. Once again, author Maxine Thompson, pens a novel so profound, poignant and significant that reviewers and authors will be talking about this novel for a very long time.

As Zipporah succeeds in becoming a cop, she learns the true meaning of partnership and respect. But, a domestic violence incident would change her world as she goes to the scene not fully aware of what she is doing and the end result is tragic. Her partner goes down, the children that are involved cannot be placed as the end result. Hard on herself and blaming herself for her partner’s death, she turns to alcohol as her solace. But, how far can she go as an officer if her senses are dulled and her mind is not clear? What will happen to all that she attained and will she turn to her foster mother once again for help or will she like so many others give up on herself? The scene plays out and the end result is tragic as our leading lady, Z, loses more than just a friend. What happens to the children should never happen to any. Placing them in the system is where you don’t want kids to wind up.
But, things got even worse as she winds up in the hospital, the review board terminates her and she ends up doing the one thing that got her in trouble to start with: Drinking herself into oblivion until she literally sank to the bottom of the ocean and now it is time to rise above, stand tall and get it together? But, will she finally see past the liquor bottle and look into the mirror and see who and what she really is and that is not what she is looking at now?

Sometimes you have to sink below sea level in order to rise about the ocean waves. As Z enters rehab and faces her own demons, she meets Haviland, a former movie star, and their friendship begins but in a guarded way. Haviland needs and wanted Z to find her birth mother and understand why her adopted mother bad mouthed her and why her adopted father said she was cut out of the will. With Z’s help, things changed, she finds her real mother, inherits quite a bit but does not get the will revoked, but there is still much more. As Z gets becomes a Private Investigator, Shirley takes her in and she tries to once again to save Shirley and Daddy Chill from a divorce. Friends resurface and old wounds come alive as Z tries to patch up her life, deal with her friend’s marriage, stay sober and find her own place in this world.

Tragedy hits and one young NBA hopeful pays the price. Racial tensions rise. Fear is instilled in many kids. Walking the streets and going to school proves dangerous. The pieces of her family seem to be falling apart. Z needs to find her inner strength to fight against her own personal demons and keep the bottle out of reach. Joining AA was a start and listening to the words of the Pastor during the funeral services telling those present to fight back and take control of their community and not be victims. As the words of the Pastor fills the church another voice is heard loud and clear that of Dr. Maxine Thompson who shares a special poem with the congregation and the words I would like to share with her readers:
“To acts of senseless violence and rage?
When will we learn to love and not hate
To cherish and not exterminate
Let’s wake up before it’s too late
And we lose our entire future Black race.”

Then Z reconnects with her birth mother, locates Mayhem, her older brother, and the pieces seem to fall into place. But, who can she trust as someone is following her and wants her out of the way? But why? Hooking up with Romero and allowing herself to open up leads to other fears and doubts at the end. Remembering her past in order to move ahead with the present, Z needs to come full circle with the truth about her father’s death ad the memories flood back and she remembers the event that changes everything and caused her family to fall apart. What really happened when a man named Strange was beating her mother? How did this man and her father wind up dead? Who was really to blame and who covered up the crime?

Remembering the safety deposit key her partner gave her before he was killed, she locates the bank and what she finds would rock the inner core of her family, the police department and other officials too. What are they trying to hide? Just how far does this corruption go? Who would be the next victim when the information on the CD he left her is revealed?

As the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place and the death tolls still rising, can she stop this before another member of her family is killed? Mexicans pitted against Latinos and Blacks. Racial strife instigated just to keep everyone off track. Corruption everywhere: Whom can she trust? What about Romero? What is his real agenda?

An ending jam packed with the unexpected, twists and definitely loose ends that will keep you on edge until the very end and knowing that the story has more to go and that Z’s work has just begun. Once again author Maxine Thompson hands the reader a plot so filled with real life characters, true to life situations faced by kids dealing with Crips, Bloods, gang violence, racial tensions, street wars, child and spousal abuse and much more. One family that just wants to rise above and not be beaten down but stand tall and unite to find a better way. Z’s faith was drawn from her foster mother, Shirley, and her love for her family never giving up on them.
Meet Z, Shirley, the unpredictable Chica, Haviland, Romero, and the rest of her family as you hear their voices, listen to their words, and follow their stories in this outstanding novel. One woman named Shirley who impacted so many lives. Will they stay above the waves in the ocean? Will Z come out on top or will those following her silence her once and for all? LA Blues: read the novel, take the journey along with Z as she tells you her story.

This book gets FIVE WHITE BALLOONS: Dedicated to those who have lost children in these senseless wars: Mothers for Murdered Children.” Let’s stop the Pain!

The Ebony Tree
Author: Dr. Maxine Thompson
Reviewed by Fran Lewis

The trunk of a tree is its foundation holding it tightly in position keeping it in the ground and safe from toppling over. Each branch or limb supported by the trunk and sporting its own leaves and flowers making the tree unique in its own right. But, when a limb falls off, the foundation wavers and the tree begins to deteriorate and its complexion changes as the tree I no longer the same leaving a definite void of emptiness where the limb had once been. Fragile, filled with leaves that can crumble at the slightest touch this once stalwart tree is no longer able to protect its limbs and the foundation it stands on.
Families are held together by their own foundation. Parents provide or are supposed to provide the same support or foundation as the trunk of the tree for their children. Each parent providing a different support or foundation for their children hoping to given them the needed strength to keep them strong and the foundation from falling down. But, like the ground that settles or a volcano that is about to erupt or a tsunami waiting to unleash its terrifying wrath and destruction secrets, lies and hidden truths can cause the same or even more irreparable damage to a family’s foundation.

Steel vaults are airtight and their contents safely protected. Families remaining stalwart in their beliefs and relationships fragile although having weathered many turbulent storms and times often keep their secrets locked safely away from the eyes and ears of others.

Let’s take a trip back in time to the 1950’s when many African American women were raising their families, struggling with prejudices, hardships in a world that dealt many of them a bad hand and hear their words, listen to their voices and understand their plight. Meet Imani a twenty-five year old journalist wanting to create a family documentary and learn more about her heritage. But, her mother Jewel would reveal just so much and her tightly lidded secrets, sacrifices, lies and deceits would not all come out. It is rare that a novel is so riveting, so poignant and grips the reader’s heart and soul as The Ebony Tree by author Maxine Thompson.

Struggling to make a better life for her children and family, wanting to get things done, Jewel Shepherd related the plight of an African American women, in her own words, expressing her true feelings about her spouse, children, family and friends, but even more her cries for help, frustrations and just making ends meet in this explosive and outstanding novel. Let’s meet the Hightower and Shepherd families. Let’s see what happens to their trunks and how their foundations fair.

We begin with Jewel, her five children plus her husband, Solly, who reminds the reader of the grasshopper who never stored food for the winter. Jewel, smart, resourceful and enterprising in her own right, worked hard to keep food on the table, her children clothed and her head above water. But that was not easy with a husband that drank and often wandered.

Mothers of boys treated them differently than they did girls. Girls were considered inferior and often given the tasks and jobs that sons were not. As you meet the many different branches and family members you will understand this even more. Jewel wanted more for herself and her children. Downtrodden and often beaten in her own mind, she took it out on others and felt lost within in her life.

Independent African American women did not exist back then and most did not have the wherewithal to fight and rise above life’s circumstances and forge ahead. Jewel was different. She was a pioneer in her own right and definitely her own person. Jewel did not conform to the ways of others, nor have time to listen to idle gossip or deal with the ridiculous ways of others. Proud and filled with pride she never imposed herself or asked anything from others. She was a stand-alone woman accepting she but never her plight. Wanting more for her children she was strong, arrogant, and definitely motivated.

Filled with discord and family strife, Jewel’s life was filled with many children as her mother’s was but was missing that special love or hug a mother gives her child and one that each one savors. With a family blind her husband’s failings and five children and soon have another on the way, what secrets did Imani hope to uncover and what would the end result be?

Imagine living in a place that smelled from smoke and the air filled with rubber and sulfur. Imagine feeling abandoned as a child when your mother leaves and then returns out of nowhere. How do you react? When your questions are not answered and the reasons for things happen are kept locked inside the other person, do you think that you will not turn out the same?

Mama Lovey was Jewel’s maternal grandmother and she lived with her when her mother left home. Learning about slavery, fighting for freedom and her true parentage unlocked a family secret that would stay with Jewel forever. A Hightower secret. Lovey had her own mind and direction in life. She picked out her own husband and planned her own destiny. Her family owned land and could afford to care for it and never worried about being enslaved. They lived as free men and woman. Her own mother, Luralee hoped for more but had to settle for less. Jewel never felt content and never felt part of any branch of her family. When her children would grow and you hear their stories you will learn that much of what she endured was replayed in different ways through her children.
Turn down the sound of the television. Close your eyes and hear the voices of each character and member of this family. Listen to the stories, understand their own private yearnings and get to know Midge, Paige, Cake Sandwich, Judge and the many members of her family.

As the story continues to unfold the children get older, Midge takes on the role of parent to Jewel’s children and things get more difficult for all of them. Jewel’s life changes even more with Paige’s birth a child so different from the rest just wanting to fit in an be accepted by others. Prankster, tenacious and definitely resourceful she finds herself the brunt of many family differences, scolding’s and at times isolations.

Jewel decided to rise above what others expected and wanted for her. Family situations become difficult. Truths behind many incidents unfold as Imani learns something of her mother’s past but definitely not all. Replete in history, traditions and bringing to light many real life issues, once again author Maxine Thompson delivers a storyline that keeps the reader glued to the printed page throughout this novel. Characters that make you cry, proud and hopeful in a novel spanning four generations of women in the same family and whose roots were about to crumble but one whose foundation would not falter. Jewel, her children, her life, the branches that kept her tree standing, her face to the sun and uplifted her spirits with hope, this is one must read novel.

Listen to Solly’s story, hear about his childhood, his life before Jewel, listen to the final chapters when all the secrets, lies, betrayals and much more are revealed to the reader. Take a journey back and time and meet Jewel and you too will root for her and pray for her as one woman sends a message to all black mothers and woman today: you can rise above anything in life if you do not give up on who you are and yourself. Based on her own family author Maxine Thompson relates to the reader a fictionalized story of her family’s past. What happens to each of her children and Jewel you need to learn for yourself? What Imani learns and still needs to hear remains in Jewel’s private vault. Secrets, some are better kept as secrets.

Fran Lewis: Reviewer

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

My mother, Artie Mae Vann, to whom I dedicated and wrote my first novel, The Ebony Tree, died on 12-1-1993. At the time, I felt like my heart had been ripped out my chest without anesthesia, and, metaphorically, it had been. For you see, my mother was the heartbeat of our large family of nine.

Now, with over 17 years passage since her death, I have more insight into what losing your mother means. Time has healed the wound, but, I always feel the ache, this loss, on Mother’s Day. I also feel it at any other momentous time, such as Brianna, my oldest granddaughter’s upcoming high school graduation this week.

Nonetheless, I try to celebrate the good things my mother left me. I know she handed down good traditions such as family dinners that I’ve been able to use, but many, I had to start on my own, such as coaching with scholarship writing letters, or book writing.

This reminds me of something else though. My mother actually wrote letters to her relatives and to me throughout her entire life. I’m going to start back using this lost art–letter writing, too, instead of keeping in touch through phone, email and Facebook. (Recently, my daughter, Tamaira, re-read a letter I wrote to her for her 32nd birthday when she was starting Nursing school, as a second degree. Now, as a registered nurse, she asked for another letter for her 35th birthday, which is coming up May 21st.)

But on a deeper level, I’ve garnered another meaning from losing my mother. Since my mother’s death, my world and my life as I knew it, took on a different shape. No longer did I have an unconditional listener, supporter, and loving presence. I’ve had to learn to live in a world where I have had (willing or not) to become the oldest living generation. I’m the symbolic “MaDear” now.

I guess I’ve just had to (wo)man up. When I think back to how protected and safe I felt when my mother was alive, I feel like I was spoiled with love. I realize my mother fulfilled her duty. That’s a mother’s job–to always make you think everything is going to be all right.

To this day, I still miss my mother, but her words and spirit remain with me.

I can still smell the Juicy Fruit gum she kept in one of her 50-year-old dresser drawers, which all her grandchildren would go in search of. They called her “Gum-Gum.” My mother was a baker of homemade cakes. And she could fry chicken like none other. The typical 40’s and 50’s housewife mother/wife, (although she did work for about 25 years outside the home,) my mother knew how to love.

Since then, I have become a grandmother and mother to adult children, and I see motherhood in a different light. It has a different rhythm and shape to it. Each generation is faced with different challenges.

I am one of the baby boomers in a second late-life business so I’m very different than my mother was, and that is all right. Also, I am currently a caregiver of my husband who has dementia and Huntington’s Chorea, so I have to be honest. I’m not the open door, call-anytime-of-the-night-mother, like my mother was. But when I talk, I make it count and mean something.

Being a mother is one of the hardest jobs I’ve ever had. Looking back, I was not perfect. I was often impatient. I felt driven to create this new world for women, as a working mother/social worker. I was sailing in previously un-navigated territory as the first generation female in my family to have a demanding career. But somehow, I made time for religion, bible study, home cooked meals, baseball, basketball, football games, school plays, sports, cheer leading, the library, vacations, etc., etc. and so to that end, I gave a lot of quality time. It paid off. My adult children are all faring well, in spite of the economy.

The lesson I learned from my mother, who, during my childhood, did day work scrubbing floors for white women, was this. Although we live in an uncertain world filled with danger, as mothers, we are the ones who tell our children everything is going to be all right.

So Happy Mother’s day to all mothers, be you birth, adoptive or foster mothers, and grandmothers. Although we aren’t perfect, let’s try to be present and loving. Let’s make our children entrusted in our care feel safe and that everything is going to be all right.

A Close-Up Look At How The Elderly Are Faring

The elderly population is one of the fastest-growing population segments in the United States. How prepared are you for your golden senior years? Your latter years should be your best years. However, for many, it’s the opposite.

I can recall when our parents worked at one job until they retired, having retirement benefits and Social Security benefits. During their golden years, they were able to garden, fish, enjoy their hobbies, and spend time with their grandchildren or even babysit their grandchildren.
What happened? During the last 40 years, America shifted from a manufacturing industry to a service and information-based economy. This resulted in a heavy reliance on foreign imported products, and now, many American corporations (multinational) are outsourcing their work to a number of these countries. Take a look at any American port and you will see for yourself why the economy is struggling.

Sadly to say, jobs for the unskilled/laborers in industries such as automobile and aerospace, as well as others, have disappeared. This left the baby boomers, those born between 1946–1964, in a “canoe without a paddle trying to go upstream” state. They were left with small or no retirement benefits. Those who found work after our major industries shifted out of the U.S.A. saw their salary dropped by 50 percent or more, thus, yielding them a small Social Security benefit at their retirement age.

Social Security benefits for the average African American is between $500 to $1,000 a month, and this will not cover rent and utilities even in low-rent senior citizen housing. Now we are facing the plan to increase the minimum age for receiving Social Security benefits from 62½ years to 65 or 67 years.

Wow! What clever politician came up with this idea? I just don’t know.
When I was growing up, I recall the grandmother and/or grandfather coming to live with their children and grandchildren. Today, it’s the reverse; children have to move in with their parents. For many Blacks, the grandmother has to become caretaker for their grandchildren due to drug addiction or incarceration of their children. This brings into existence a new challenge for the elderly Blacks. Even though they are financially challenged, they cannot take advantage of senior housing because their grandchildren are living with them and children and teens are prohibited from living in senior housing.

As an elder, I am saddened as I witness the hardship and distress of our senior citizens today. I am saddened for their children who want to help their parents but cannot because of corruption and greed on the part of the “Haves” against the “Have Nots.” I hear the cry of the elderly who did everything right, abided by the rules, got their education, and now find themselves in a position of barely surviving.
Many of them are depressed, and because of their depression, isolation, and loneliness, they suffer many health challenges. For many Black elderly, the only outlet they have is the church, and when they can no longer drive or catch a bus, there is no one to come and help them get dressed and take them to church even though their entire life and socialization has been the church. So sad!

It’s time that we all start thinking, planning, and talking about our golden years. If the rapture doesn’t come and your number is not called, you will get to be a senior! So become aware of political changes, new laws that come into effect, the global and nation economy that could impact your future as a senior. Keep up with your political representatives and monitor what they are doing to protect the seniors. Write letters to your politicians regarding elderly concerns, and encourage seniors to vote because they do make a difference. Let your political representatives know that their elderly constituents are many and they want their voices heard. Let’s live life to the fullest, make preparations for becoming an elder, and our golden years will stay golden.

Being a senior citizen should not represent the ending of life but the beginning of a new one. If we plan ahead, we will have good reasons to look forward to our golden years. The scripture is right: “We perish due to lack of knowledge.” Become knowledgeable.

Dr. Rosie Milligan, minister, counselor, talk-show host, author, business consultant, estate planner, and publisher. Latest release, coauthored with her sister Clara Hunter King, ESQ.: “Departing This Life Preparations: What You Need To Know To Get Your Personal And Business Affairs In Order.” Address: 1425 W. Manchester Ave. Ste. B, Los Angeles, Calif. 90047; 323-750-3592; e-mail: Drrosie@aol.com; Web site Drrosie.com.

Step out on Faith and Pursue Your Dream

Last night (4-27-11) I watched songstress/actress Jill Scott on the Monique Show (by the way, she looks really fit!), and I remembered the first time I saw her perform in person 11 years ago. I didn’t realize at the time, I was seeing history be made. This had to be among one of the first sets Jill performed.

At the time, I was writing for the now defunct website, Netnoir, and, as being part of the press, my sister, Sonya Vann and I, were given free tickets to an exclusive Hollywood party, which was packed with movie stars.

This fortuitous event all came about because I had left my social work job in October 1997 and stepped out on faith. Because of my being self-published, interviewing authors on my website since 1998, and writing book reviews, I had been invited to write for Netnoir a year earlier.

Anyhow, when this young woman, who wore an Afro, and crooned in a Nina Simone-sultry voice, sang, “The Way?” I knew she had a unique sound. I had no idea what a stellar career was being launched.

On Tuesday night, 4-26-11, on Monique’s show, Tyler Perry was the guest. I only caught the last 30 minutes of the show, but, of, course, I wanted to hear the interview. That previous Sunday afternoon, I’d gone to see “Madea’s Happy Family” in order to escape the pressures of being a caregiver. I needed to laugh and enjoy myself.

Well,after almost running up the movie theater aisle screaming in tears at one scene, then, within minutes later, almost rolling in the floor with laughter at another satire scene, I wanted to hear what Mr. Perry had to say.

I discovered something new. Tyler Perry employs 400 people at his movie studio, and, just to name a few, has been able to donate large sums of money to disasters such as Haiti and Katrina. Thus, I realized how important having and following a dream can be. It can provide a living for yourself, as well as others. Isn’t that what the government is saying we need—new job creation?

What if Jill Scott and Tyler Perry hadn’t pursued their dreams?

In my case, I never knew how far pursuing my self-publishing dream would take me. It has taken me to Internet radio in the virtual global world for over 9 years, and literally, it has taken me as far as China. Recently, it’s even afforded me the opportunity to contract out work to other editors. I also just signed the 67 literary contract for Brian W. Smith, and published massage therapist, Van T. Womack’s book, The Miraculous Power of Massage. I hope to be able to do even more in the future.

So if you have a dream, step out on faith, and pursue it. You never know where it will lead you. It can be a blessing to you, and to the world.

Dr. Maxine Thompson’s Upcoming
Appearances

June 15, 2011 Interview with Fran Lewis
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2010/10/20/book-discussion-with-fran-lewis

June 11, 2011
National Black Book Festival
Literary Agent Panelist Presenter
http://www.nationalblackbookfestival.com/breakthrough.htm

April 28th, 2011
Morning Side Library 4:00 p.m.
Inglewood, CA
Writer’s Workshop;
“How to Write a Best-selling novel”
http://alturl.com/ghocw

Red River Radio
Blogspot with Barbara
http://www.facebook.com/l/7f410VJ9ca0yE3eL3z6I640Kqmw;blogtalkradio.com/rrradio (or) Call-in Number: (646) 595-4478
3:00 p.m.

April 16, 2011
Black Writers on Tour
Workshop Conductor: How to Write a Bestselling Novel
11:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m.

Hostage of Lies by Maxine Thompson

Book Review by Leigh McKnight

Suspenseful, Educational, Enjoyable, Powerful—All that and more
Returning home after seven year, Nefertiti is faced with a number of unresolved issues with the men in her life, including her father who did the unthinkable—forcing her to give up her daughter at birth. Though she returned home seeking answers, she also knew she owed some answers as well—her husband from whom she had kept a secret that could have ruined her marriage.

Hostage of Lies is a powerful portrayal of African-American lives with all the ingredients for a best seller. Maxine Thompson engages you from page one to page 310 with a rich mixture of love, lies, secrets, believable characters, rich African-American history, skeletons, betrayal, pain, racial issues, status, humor, lost loves, infidelity, mental illness, black sheep in the family and many other family issues that leave you wanting more—much more.

Titi’s quest to find her daughter after decades is very real and moving. It lets one know that very often when love is involved, time stands still. I was deeply touched by the warm spirit, perhaps the forgiving or just moving forward and live attitude of Zora Desiree Fairchild, Nefertiti’s daughter.

The structure of this story was brilliantly and flawlessly executed by Thompson, the voices of the characters were strong and believable and I love all the back story that brought me to where Nefertiti’s journey ended. Hostage of Lies is so rich in African-American history that it wouldn’t surprise me if it becomes a required reading piece in schools. This story crosses all kinds of lines. Any and everyone will enjoy.
Fantastic Maxine Thompson—–5 *****

1. Tell us about your writing team. As a husband and wife, how did you begin writing together?

Actually, we teamed up as writers before we were married. Kathleen read Mike’s first novel and said, “All of your female characters should be murdered in the first chapter. You don’t really think women act like that, do you?” Since he wanted a third date, he let her rewrite them.

2. How does your background(s) as archaeologists inform your writing?

Archaeology is the heart of what we write. The science has been a part of our lives since long before we went to college–for example, Kathleen was on her first archaeological excavation at the age of ten–but certainly our academic backgrounds and our 35 years of archaeological field experience have become the cornerstones of our books. Our stories always begin and end with the archaeological record, and what it tells us about the rise and fall of prehistoric civilizations.

3 & 7. How do you re-create a world that is 600 years old? How much research do you complete for each book?

Writing fiction based upon archaeology and history is a balancing act. We always start with the archaeological record. It establishes the basic facts of what was happening in the 1400s. For example, we know from the burned villages and mutilated bodies, including those of children, that the warfare was brutal. Then we move to the historical record, and ask, what was the culture like at the point of contact with Europeans? By studying the Mourning Wars of the 1600s we get a clearer understanding of the practice of Iroquoian warfare, particularly how captives were taken and treated. Lastly, we study the oral history that has been passed down for centuries. There are literally hundreds of versions of the Peacemaker story.
For us, the hardest part of writing these books was selecting which details of Iroquoian oral history to use. We had to establish a kind of oral history baseline, which means that we looked for commonalities in the stories. Where many versions agreed, like on the subject of where Dekanawida was born, we used that detail. If stories disagreed dramatically, for example on what happened to him at the end of his life, we had real decisions to make. For the most part, we try to write about human beings, not divine beings, and that posed a problem here. Some versions of the Peacemaker story have Dekanawida establishing peace among the Iroquois, then traveling across the ocean to become the person known as Jesus. We chose not to use this element of oral history, not because we disbelieve, but rather because it seemed unlikely that this was part of the Peacemaker story prior to the arrival of missionaries in the 1600s. Making such decisions is, undoubtedly, the greatest challenge of writing prehistorical fiction.

4. Tell us about the Iroquois. What was their language like? What was their culture like?

Northern Iroquoian languages are very beautiful and sophisticated, containing nuances that can’t be duplicated in English. However, the origins of Northern Iroquoians is a hotly debated and very complex topic among archaeologists. Generally, we agree that the period from roughly A.D. 1000-1450 demonstrates fluid and shifting alliances, expanding trade networks, and changing settlement patterns. One thing is for certain: early Iroquoian cultures were remarkably adaptable and diverse.

At around A.D. 1000–the period we wrote about in People of the Masks–most Iroquoian peoples lived in small fishing villages or farming hamlets, primarily along rivers where they had good fertile soils and easy access to water. Toward the end of this period, they began moving away from watercourses and started building their villages atop easily defensible hilltops. Some were palisaded. For example, the Bates site in Chenango county, and the Sackett site near Canandaigua, New York, both of which date to the thirteenth century. The period we’re writing about in People of the Longhouse and The Dawn Country is the Late Iroquoian, which lasted from around A.D. 1350 to European contact. This is a critical period. At around A.D. 1400, the first evidence for individual tribes appears. Differences in pottery styles, burial customs, and types of houses, demonstrate divisions between Iroquoian groups. As well, small villages begin to amalgamate with larger ones, forming cohesive social groups, or, we suspect, nations.

A.D. 1400 is also the time when the Iroquois were building the most impressive longhouses, and many were elaborately fortified. At the Schoff site outside of Onondaga, New York, the people constructed a longhouse 400 feet long, twenty-two feet wide, and nearly as tall. The palisaded settlement may have housed 1,500 to 2,000 people, consisting of many different clans.

As people who’ve read our previous books know, often this type of aggregation is a telltale sign for archaeologists of interpersonal violence. Simply put, people crowd together for defensive purposes. This is also when cannibalism first appears in the Iroquoian archaeological record in the form of cut and cooked human bones.

Why did warfare break out? The fact that the climate had grown cooler and drier certainly contributed to the violence. We know that droughts were more frequent, growing seasons shorter, and food shortages probably more common. As well, larger villages deplete resources at a faster rate. Game populations, nut forests, firewood, and fertile soils would all have played out more quickly, which means they must have had to move their villages more often. Moving may have brought them into conflict with neighbors who needed the food resources just as desperately.
The warfare, we know, was violent.
At the Alhart site in the Oak Orchard Creek drainage in western New York, archaeologists found evidence of burned longhouses and food, and the dismembered remains of seventeen people–most of them male. Historically, it was common practice for women and children to either be killed on site, or taken captive and marched away while the male warriors were tortured and killed. At this site, the fragments of a child’s skull were found in one storage pit, and the skull of a woman in another storage pit. As well, fifteen male skulls were found in a storage pit on top of charred corn, and were probably placed there as severed heads, in-the-flesh. Some of them were burned. Two had suffered blows to the front of the head. We discuss many other such examples in the foreword to The Dawn Country.
As well, artifacts made from human bone are plentiful on Northern Iroquoian sites that date from the late fourteenth through the early sixteenth centuries. For example, two skulls were found at the Parsons site in Toronto. The Parsons site was an elaborately palisaded fifteenth century village. The two skulls, one male and one female, were found in a trash pit inside the inner palisade. Many other human bone artifacts are found in similar “refuse” situations. Human skull pendants or rattles are found across Ontario and New York at the Moatfield, Winking Bull, Uren, Pound, Crawford Lake, Jarret-Lahmer, Draper, Keffer, Lawson, Campbell, Clearview, Parsons, Beeton, Roebuck, Lite, Salem, and Glenbrook sites. Often the skulls, or skull fragments, have cut marks made by stone tools that are suggestive of scalping (as you already know from earlier paragraphs, it was not a French custom brought to the New World and adopted by the tribes. Scalping existed long before Europeans arrived). Such skulls were found at the Draper, Keffer and Lawson sites. Ground and polished fibulas and femurs (leg bones), as well as arm bones (radii) were used for beads, and scraping tools. Pierced mandibles (jaws), and finger and toe bones, were used as pendants. Ulnae (arm bones) became awls or daggers, and were also strung as beads. Why is it important to archaeologists that all of these artifacts were found in trash middens? Because Iroquoian peoples took very good care of their dead relatives. They had lengthy, and beautiful, burial rituals to make certain their loved ones reached the Land of the Dead. Since these human remains were not properly cared for, it suggests the bones may have come from less valuable members of society, like enemy captives.

Let’s take a few moments to discuss the Iroquoian perspective on captives. By the l400’s, as it was in historic times, warfare and raiding for captives was probably the most important method of gaining prestige in Northern Iroquoian societies. When a person died, the spiritual power of the clan was diminished, especially if that person had been a community leader. The places of missing family members literally remained vacant until they could be “replaced,” and their spiritual power–which was embodied in their name–transferred to another person.
Historical records tell us that during the 1600’s, the Iroquois dispatched war parties whose sole intent was to bring home captives to replace family members and restore the spiritual strength of the clans. These were called “mourning wars.” Clan matrons usually organized the war parties and ordered their warriors to bring them captives suitable for adoption to assuage their grief and restock the village. Once the clan had a suitable replacement, the captive underwent the Requickening Ceremony. In this ritual, the dead person’s soul was “raised up” and transferred to the captive, along with his or her name.
This may seem odd to modern readers, but keep the religious context in mind. The Iroquois believed that the souls of those who died violently could not find the Path of Souls in the sky that led to the Land of the Dead. They were excluded from the afterlife and doomed to spend eternity wandering the earth, seeking revenge. However, such souls could find rest if they were transferred—along with their name—to the body of another person. In a very concrete way, the relatives of the dead person were trying to save him.

The souls of men and women killed in battles that were not “raised up” were believed, according to some Seneca traditions, to move into trees. It was these trees with indwelling warrior spirits that the People cut to serve as palisade logs, thereby surrounding the village with Standing Warriors.
Iroquoian oral history speaks of this as a particularly brutal time, and clearly the archaeological record supports their stories.

But the violence was also the catalyst for one of the most important events in the history of the world. It led to the rise of a legendary hero, a Peacemaker, named Dekanawida, who established the Great Law of Peace and founded of the League of the Iroquois–a confederacy of five tribes: the Onondaga, Oneida, Mohawk, Cayuga and Seneca.

Without the League, the United States would not exist today, nor would our unique understanding of democracy. Concepts like one-person one-vote, or referendum and recall, were not European. They were Iroquoian.
And they would prove to be irresistible to the wave of colonists fleeing oppression in Europe.
In 1775, James Adair wrote a book called History of the American Indian, in which he described the Iroquoian system of government, by saying, “Their whole constitution breathes nothing but liberty…there is equality of condition, manners, and privileges…”
Indeed, the system of government espoused by the League was everything that Europeans monarchies were not. The Iroquois refused to put power in the hands of any single person, lest that power be abused. The League sought to maximize individual freedoms, and minimize governmental interference in people’s lives. The League taught that a system of government should preserve individual rights, while striving to insure the public welfare; it should reward initiative, champion tolerance, and establish inalienable human rights. They accepted as fact that men and women were equal and respected the diversity of peoples, their religions, economic and political ideals, their dreams.
On the eve of the American Revolution in 1776, English papers began circulating the following account, which was, incidentally, meant to be insulting: “The darling passion of the American is liberty, and that in its fullest extent; nor is it the original natives only to whom this passion is confined; our colonists sent thither seem to have imbibed the same principles.”
Indeed, they had.
Gifted writers like Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin would openly fan the flames of that “passion” for liberty, and set in motion a chain reaction that has yet to end. That passion would become a sweeping wildfire that would race around the globe and shape the very heart of what would, centuries later, become known as The Free World.
The Iroquois, quite simply, changed the course of history.

5. How did you come up with idea for book one, People of the Longhouse?

We’ve been studying Iroquoian cultures since 1978, so the idea has been percolating for a long time, but we couldn’t write this quartet of books about the founding of the League of the Iroquois until we’d set the stage first. It’s hard to understand any culture unless you grasp the people’s past. For example, no one could really understand America today if he or she didn’t know about the Revolutionary War, the Declaration of Independence, or the Civil War. That’s why we wrote the North America’s Forgotten Past series, to educate readers about North America’s magnificent prehistory. It’s taken us seventeen books to get to the point that we felt our readers would know enough to appreciate what happened with the Iroquois in the fifteenth century, and the impact they had on the future.

6. In Book 2, The Dawn Country, you continue the series. I understand this will be part of a quartet. What can we expect to see in Book 3?
Yes, the People of the Longhouse saga will have four books. The first duology chronicles the childhoods of the leading characters, and the second duology follows them as adults. In the third book, The Broken Land, readers will see Odion, Wrass, Zateri and Baji, as adults fighting for the life of their world. They’ll also see Odion, now Sky Messenger, be married and began the struggle for peace.

8. As a writing team, how do you divide up your books?
Because we have different expertises in archaeology and history, the best qualified person drafts out the bare bones of the plot and characters. Then we end up handing the book back and forth a dozen times, rewriting each other’s writing, adding more details, internal thoughts, and honing the action sequences, until we’re both happy with it. We wouldn’t recommend our technique for other couples, however. Writing is a very personal art, one where you infuse the words with your heart and soul. Allowing another person to tear your story apart and put it back together again requires absolute faith in your partner’s talent.

Thanks, Maxine!

Michael and Kathleen

W. Michael and Kathleen O’Neal Gear
Authors of
The People of the Longhouse, et. al

Maxine Thompson: Thank you for a fine interview. W. Michael and Kathleen O’Neal Gear

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