Life, Motivation

It doesn’t matter

It doesn’t matter

When I worked in Construction we had a saying about dealing with the hard work. ” It’s all mind over Matter, If you’ve got no mind, it don’t matter. That my friend is the Motivation for this Blog, having a mind of your own and not following the mass. When I was fourteen years old, while doing the Laundry Mother found a big Bag of Marijuana in my pocket. Being the most Diplomatic person, she said nothing of her find for Days. Then one day she asked me how do I want to live my life. ” Do you want to be a Shepherd or a Sheep?” She continued, I found your Weed and I flushed it down the toilet. Is this what you want to do? I snapped, everybody smoke Weed, which was true in the sixties. Knowing that I was in the wrong, I kept quiet and listened to the rest of the chastising. She continued, ” If everyone jumped off the George Washington Bridge, are you going to jump also. That was my first Lesson about Individuality. Being your own Man. Mother was a hard working single Mom. She was a progressive Blue Collar worker, she worked in a Professional Kitchen before many women, when the Industry was Male dominated. Seventy years before Julia Child and Pioneer Woman.

Years earlier we were Dirt Poor, because of her Health she could not maintain a job. There was a time when my Brother and I had two sets of Clothing, one on our backs, the other in the wash. That’s how she kept us looking pristine in Parochial School. Everyone thought we came from a well to do Family. If there was a hole in our Khaki pants, she would patch the hole and they would become clothes to play in. Back in the day, Clarence Carter had a song called Patches, the Song was about growing up Dirt Poor. As a result of being so Damned poor in earlier years. Three months from my fifteenth Birthday, I got my first job, packing Groceries for Associated Supermarket. From there on I was never out of work, Poverty scares me. I worked all through High School and brought Money home to support the Household. Everyone in the School thought that I was a Drug Dealer because of the way I Dressed. Since H.S. Fashion has been a big part of my Persona.

Sometimes I think that the years of not having Clothes is the reason. The only Books other than Textbooks I read was G.Q. and anything dealing with Fashion and Social Grooming. I was so fashionable inclined, my Graduation Gift to the Class was a Fashion Show that Orchestrated. I staged it and Modeled some Clothes that I Designed and fabricated. My gift with a Needle and Thread came from my mother and my Cousin who she helped in training her to be a great Seamstress and Designer who made Clothes for Jackie O. and other famous people.

The Fashion Show was a Smash, we invited Smokie Robinson and he showed up and performed on our Stage. That Shindig was the biggest party that I ever threw in my entire life. Many of the people in the Show went on to study at the Fashion Institute Technology, So I ask you? Is there anyone else who is more capable of being Critical of Today’s Fashion? Wearing your Pants showing your Ass-Crack, Holes in your Jeans and Leggings showing all your goodies is Lame. Some Dumb-ass Fashion Designer who Went to The Fashion Institute who have never been Poor decides to make fun of Poverty with tattered Jeans and the world of Sheep makes him Rich. Wearing Clothes with Holes in them, is making fun of Poverty. Wearing your Pants below your Ass crack is a Fashion that was Started in Prisons by Cellblock Whores, advertising their availability. Leggings is supposed to be an understatement. Once again, it’s all Mind over Matter, If you’ve got no Mind, it don’t matter. Be a Shepherd, not a Sheep. I can not end this Blog without addressing another disgusting trend, putting your kids in the same Shopping Cart where I put my Food is nasty. Sanitary practices are more important than lame Fashion trends. I have not posted in a long time, I have been busy with restructuring my Book and relocating to South Carolina. Those who follow my Blogs knows that I like to speak my mind and keep it short and sweet, Fin.

We are not looking for Tuna that taste good, we are looking for Fashion with good taste.

America, Motivation

Human Kindness

Human Kindness

I have not posted anything in a while, I’ve been busy overhauling my first Book, ” Through her Eyes” so that I can publish the second Edition in a Professional manner. I was getting Leary about the Subject Matter I chose, Racism. In the Book I focused on the Problem of Racism in America. Then I learned yesterday that the Problem goes beyond the Proverbial Pond, and is alive and well in the rest of this Cesspool we call Earth. Growing up in the Seventies I became a Staunch anti-War Advocate. The fact that America was in Vietnam fighting an Illegal War and had just survived a Nuclear Confrontation with Russia. I have always had a bad taste in my Mouth for Communism, where Creativity is discouraged. So naturally I have been anti-Russia for a long time. A Friend of mine Vacationed in Russia two years ago. When he told me that there were Black People in Russia, I Thought that was cool and that the World, except America, was resigned to the fact that Black People have a Right to live also. Considering that we’ve been here a long time, enough to have had Great Empires, and was self-automated, until the Supremacists of Europe Dismantled Africa. It’s six Hundred years later and they are still giving us Hell. Now the Medusa has raised her Head and Bad Heart in The Ukraine. Here are Excerpts from the New York Times..
Africans who had been living in Ukraine say they were stuck for days at crossings into neighboring European Union countries, huddling in the cold without food or shelter, held up by Ukrainian authorities who pushed them to the ends of long lines and even beat them, while letting Ukrainians through. Now I ask you, ” How’s that for living in the past, present and future” That is where we are in Race Relations, World wide. One step forward, two steps backwards.

I have always known that choosing this Topic for my Book was of it’s Time. I grew up in the Hippies Culture, so I Hate no one. But after Observing this inherited and Transcendence of this Culture of Hate for fifty five years. This has made me a Flag bearer for Inequality, and been a Victim many times. Haters need to wake up and realize that no matter what their preoccupation for hating Black People are. Change must and will come, Peacefully or Painstakingly. In nineteen seventy two, I told my friends that one Day, Buildings would fall in America, as they did in Palestine. They did not believe me, they said that it would be isolated to the Middle East. Let’s not forget that it was Human Rights Issues that brought the West Bank to Extremism. Then came Tim McVeigh and the Social security Building in Oklahoma, then the World Trade Center. In my Book, I stated that the Environment in America after Trump Supporters Defecated in and on the Capitol, was a Magnet for Radicalism on both sides of the Fence. Haters need to realize that there is just so much that even a Monk can take before he lashes back. In the Seventies America felt safe from Extremism. Today Extremism is on the rise on both sides. Three years ago a young Black Man returned from a Tour of Duty in Afghanistan to find that nothing had changed. With the sentiment that “It don’t make no matter” He armed himself, took up a Vantage point in a Garage, four Stories up. In the end five Cops killed, he was blown up with a Robot Bomb. In the Book I stated that he was a Jihadist. How many more of them are you creating with what Ukraine did to helpless People seeking Human Kindness?

One of the People who motivated me writing the Book. He once beat one of my Coworkers for calling me a Nigger. I was on a different job but he did my Battle for me.
We’ve been around for a long time

Here are Excerpts from my Book..

Spielberg said, “All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible”. My daydream is that one day I will wake up and the daymares of Racism will be just a bad recurring dream that I have been having for fifty three years. The stark reality is that Dr. King’s dream is overshadowed by my daymares. Sometimes it appears that the struggles of the sixties and seventies didn’t resonate, that all the Protesting by Dr King, all the beatings, the water Cannons and the Dogs tearing through Protests was all for nothing. Social justice , Financial Equity, and equality is not just a dream. It’s a call to the Social consciousness of America. Why else was the Constitution written? We are not the Fool that you make us to be, there has to be a reckoning one day. The same Country that has sent Troops all over the world to defend Human Rights. While it’s own House in shambles, with its Citizens practicing Human Rights Violations Daily with Hate Crimes.The same Country that placed Sanctions on South Africa in the seventies for it’s Policies of Apartheid

REVIEWED BY Fatima Aladdin (

Worth reading

Even after a life-long of unjust hatred, the author refuses to give in to it and continues to be loving of his fellow man.

Author Anthony Dixon has had to endure unjust hatred since the moment he stepped into America and for fifty-three years since. People treated him with racism, hatred, prejudice, and disdain – all for having a different color of skin.

Throughout his book, the author talks about how we are all the same regardless of our race, because we all belong to the human race, especially since it is believed by one of the greatest minds – Einstein – that there is not one pure race. He goes on to call out prejudiced people on their ignorance that keeps them from seeing the clear fact that we are all basically the same, and he calls out those who invade other countries and take over their riches then declare themselves superior for doing so. He exposes the American educational system, religion, and parents to be corrupted by bigotry and spreading it through the generations.

Luckily, the author is able to see the world through his mother’s eyes (hence the title) who taught him how to see all people as his equals – none better than him without that meaning that he was better than them. This lesson immunized the writer to the hatred that kept trying to claim him and taught him how to work hard to earn everyone’s respect. He also credits his mother with teaching him that passing better information and ideals to the next generation is the only way to truly live.

The style of writing appears to be too random; the author jumps from one place to the other without any kind of system being behind it – which he himself admits. This could prove confusing to many readers. The book could have benefited from more thorough editing and further exploration of certain parts.

The book is basically the journal of a man who has had enough of all the hatred he has received and decided to create art with it rather than let it consume him.

I recommend this book to all those interested in learning more about life through the eyes of others.

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