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This Week’s Guest – Monday, August 28, 2017


Maxine Thompson

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August 28, 2017


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This Week’s Dr. Maxine Thompson will be the Guest – Monday, August 28, 2017

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August 28, 2017


August 28, 2017


D. Watkins
Author of

The Cook Up
A Crack Rock Memoir



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Excerpt from my eBook, Affirmations and Essays for Melanoid People by Dr. Maxine Thompson (2016)

“Whether the media forgets, we should never forget. Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, Alva Braziel, Delrawn Smalls, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, and on the anniversary of Sandra Bland’s death, everything is the same. Let’s not forget Trayvon Martin, either. Do you recall any convictions for these murder victims? Do you expect to see any convictions for the more recent murder victims, Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, which were captured on video and live streamed for the world to see? Or more recently, Charles Kinsey, a behavior therapist, who was shot by police Monday, 7-18-16, with his hands held up in the air?” (July 2016)

Juneteenth.com: “Juneteenth is the oldest known celebration commemorating the ending of slavery in the United States. Dating back to 1865, it was on June 19th that the Union soldiers, led by Major General Gordon Granger, landed at Galveston, Texas with news that the war had ended and that the enslaved were now free.

Note that this was two and a half years after President Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation – which had become official January 1, 1863.”

Clarion Cry for Freedom!

By Dr. Maxine Thompson

Juneteenth Poem

June 17, 2017

(In Memory of Philando Castile)

Ever wondered how the ancestors survived
the boat ride from Africa to America?
Smells of everybody’s lives jumbled together
as they lay flanked side by side, in a cesspool
of blood, tears, and stool, dreaming the undreamable.

Deep in the bowels of a slave ship,
where many made their tomb,
a mother’s tears flowed from dried-eyed ducts,
for the suckling babe snatched from her breast,
while hating the enemy whose seed now grew in her womb.

Wait a minute, that’s my old poem, ‘The Middle Passage,’ 1992, regarding crack babies.
Scratch that.
Have things gotten any better in 2017?
Yesterday, I went to Leimert Park for a write-a-thon outing
and stumbled onto a Juneteenth celebration.
Revolutionary poet spouting words about “Police brutality”
Signs saying Stolen Legacy,
Liberation.
Libations.
Mass incarceration.
Sounds of Michael Jackson in the air
Michael Jackson impressionist moonwalking in golden gym shoes
Smells of alcohol mixed with medical marijuana wafting on the wind
Harambee’s Nag Champa Incense
Rivaling smells of smoked Barb-que
Rastafarian dancers singing and performing on the stage
Black men playing chess,

Our hair boasting Afros, Twists, Naturals,
Black to Blonde to Silver dreadlocks,
Dashikis Colors/green/red/black/yellow/brown.
Skin colors, sable browns to ochre to magnolia,
African Drummers
Down-home Blues bumping.
Thin alcoholic woman twerking.
Our melanin belies the years of razor-cut faces, eyes fox-fire red,
Reflecting years of pain,
Men popping fingers.
Here we are, part of the Diaspora,
I love my people.
We love, we care, we die…too soon,
Terrorism is right here on American soil
for Black blood which runs in the street
At the hands of those who are to protect and to serve.
Let us not forget how the killer of Philando Castile has gone free
On Juneteenth.
Where is the justice?
A Mother’s Tears…
Juneteenth…..Freedom.

5.0 out of 5 stars Smart and beautiful

By Amazon Customer on August 23, 2016

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This is a compelling novella about one woman’s unrelenting drive to rise again after a horrific tragedy. Before the violent act at the heart of the novella, Capri’s life is spinning out of control. Her business and her marriage are crumbling. When an act of violence derails her life even more, she must choose whether to give up or fight to live again. Smart and beautiful, she will try to regain her life one step at time.

Thompson has a strong knack for scene setting, telling details, characterization, plot and narrative tension. You really feel for Capri and want her to succeed. The prose dazzles. It’s muscular and poetic and psychologically precise. Check out this eye-opening description of Pasadena when Capri is released from the hospital and goes to live with a friend:

“Pasadena is such a somnolent town, it’s hard to believe it’s so near the hustle and bustle of L.A., yet so far removed. I always think of it as the town of the Rose Bowl Parade. Through the haze, you can see the San Gabriel Mountains looming in the distance. Lovely jacarandas light up the streets like lavender lanterns, and poplar, elm, and palm trees line the street on both sides, forming a tunnel. The smell of chicory fills the air. Squirrels scamper between the trees and even come up to the houses.”

I’ve never been to Pasadena, but thanks to Thompson I felt like I was there after reading that description.

And this is Capri’s impression of the Inglewood Cemetery she visits for the first time to pay respect to her fallen friends:

“Finally, I arrive at the Inglewood Cemetery, which almost looks like a park, the landscaping is so beautiful. It’s graced by sloping hills and winding drives, speckled with spruce, pines, and palm trees. However, there’s a somber atmosphere here— as though the dead are whispering on the wind.”

This novella will restore your faith in the power of the human spirit.
Reviewed by Rayon


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