Two truths are told: One of them Is entirely bull-pucky ―Don Okolo I couldn’t wait another day for my mind to undo the straps holding it down. The manacles of a particular enslavement had successfully snaked through the synapses of the once intransigent, Teflon psyche to rope it firmly. Coffee and all the bourbon in the world, the usual panacea, couldn’t do it. Every effort at untying the hardened braces to grant me my freedom...

“Racism is terrorism. Period.” ―Don Okolo The American system of government is still on the move, going into its two hundred and fifty-fifth year as a nation. It has, undoubtedly, endured. The bulk and size of her polity, the one singularity that had woven the ligaments of her fabric into a tight, waterproof structure…the sole rationale for her longevity, the reason it has persevered inside both rigors of good and bad politics are because of...

“…if you were lucky and you cast that vote they dreaded, and it turned out they hated the outcome, they would simply declare the republican loser, the victor.” ―Don Okolo In truth, if you were searching for America’s most evil City or State, you’d have three, maybe four southern States to run through the mill of ignominy, to see which one stands with her head held high…proud she had beaten out the other three. The...

Whether this country lives or dies is in the hands of the white race. Not in the hands of Antifa. Not with the clamoring, baying demands of BLM ―Don Okolo Indeed, it is a man’s world. Maybe, it isn’t. I couldn’t have said so, considering that I had a mother with the same abilities to challenge any man in mind and in the muscle of purpose and tenacity. Inside the constructs of strict, straight-on-the-arrow morals...