Descend from those who Ascend for Uncle and Auntie…

In my lifetime I have witnessed and experienced many things which the average individual
may or may not. My earliest memories are filled with travel, love songs, ballads and
exposure to many cultures and various races all successfully breaking down color barriers.
I have experienced love, peace and over-comers challenged by obstacles such as
prejudice and inequality for people of color (and gender). And been the recipient of hate.

At a half century old I see things have changed radically with the use of social media.
Television has expanded to pre-recorded video and digital media and music from ear to vinyl,
tape, disc, memory stick and jump drive. (And oh so much more, but that I’ll leave for another time)

I have witnessed a melting pot of culture, race and creed in my community and even in my
personal life where anyone of any station in any division have walked through my doors.

Today I witnessed a meme (which is a cartoon or photo with a caption strategically
printed and placed to stimulate response/reaction oft a social shocker) shared on social media.
In which is presents a white male climbing on the back of a black male who is shackled at the
ankle with a ball and chain and somewhere in the meme it is denounces that reverse racism exists.

This meme has been posted by a female in her fifties. She having been born and
reared during the civil rights movement at a time of great passion and fellowship.
Neither she nor myself having witnessed the shackled black man and yet here it is 2014
and still she like other fallen soldiers reaches into the past to stir up what those before
her put under.

My uncle a white man was born with an ability to totally recall everything he encountered.
His ability to assimilate information was super human. When he married my auntie a black woman
it was because she was gorgeous, talented, funny and touched him in his soul like no ones business.
I’ve heard commentary from his children (my cousins) some recount memories fondly and others
not so fondly but for me, I have only vague memories of him and a great respect for the love
he shared with my auntie.

I love that he with my auntie took the bull by the horns and handled their convictions
with vigor and grace. You cannot deny what God forges no matter how hard you try.
A romance that breaks all barriers both with limitless human abilities and my cousins
the recipients of such a union. I love how the choices my uncle and auntie set opened my eyes
to the possibilities and that my parents encouraged it.

I don’t know how either my uncle or auntie would be reacting to all the color stats on violence or in how
the police are becoming universal bullies, real flesh and blood drones similar to those in days gone by.
But they sought peace for humans. They broke down barriers in the human race. What a shame to simply
brush aside the works of our forefathers(mothers) and succumb to the hate baiters, the breeders of
contempt. And destroy what has already been built. Its like reinventing the wheel, duh?!
Don’t be a reason the writing on the wall is the same as it was in the days before that of
Abraham Lincoln and Harriet Tubman and Wellfleet Davis clan (<<<<put your Clan name here).

Please join your faith with mine that as a people (human race) we sow LOVE:

"The Greatest Gift
13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.
2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and though I have all faith,
so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,
but have not love, it profits me nothing.
4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues,
they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.
9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part.
10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.
11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child;
but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face.
Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.
13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."
~ 1Corinthians 1-13

A voice crying out in the wilderness…

If you have opportunity to be that voice, take it. A Non biased voice of reason seeking peace and harmony
is just what our society needs right about now.

I know an individual who is a guest writer for a well read newspaper.
With an opportunity to make a positive impact on not only their community but even readers from
(thanks to the internet) all over the world.
For the most part I do believe this writer has done so above and beyond but then:

A couple of years ago I noticed a change in the tone of their contributions to the paper and
have had grave concern for this writer as well as the impact their words have and continue to
have on its audience.

Based on recent responses to their input regarding color crimes such as white on black and
black on white their opinion has become colored with defense for one color over the other and
is no longer insightful but incite-ful.

Protected under the freedom of speech act, this contributor could do a world of good by
remaining non biased in supporting the success of the human race as a whole and not one
color over the other.

Recently, they shared a copy of some of what a reader had to say regarding their now biased
commentary of color crimes and its outcome:

“Sharing an email I received after the Ferguson verdict :
Maybe now you get it when I say “clean up your act”.
There is no defense, none whatsoever, for what happened in Ferguson last night.
Everyone knew what was going to happen since the black community would
settle for no decision other than the one they wanted, even if there was
no justification for it. Yes, I am sure there were some whites involved
also, but led by the black community. Protest, but loot, burn, etc., never.
You should be ashamed, but I know you are not. You will always make up
an excuse for the actions of the black community. There is NO excuse !!
If I had been one of those shop owners, I would have been fully armed.
No matter your color, black, white, yellow, you would have been blown to
bits if you tried to loot my shop. In summation, a total disgrace.
I am not interested in a response from you because it will make me
vomit. Supposed leaders like you need to start leading, instead of
alibiing, but you won’t. I hope you are very proud !!!


I don’t know what changed the non biased slant of reporting from this guest columnist but I can say this,
the writer of the now incite-ful column has a loaded gun and is using it freely due to the laws which govern
the freedom of speech. I say if you have an opportunity to make an impact do so with great conviction but
without harming one race or the other. If you have an outlet which can go global use it for the benefit of
ALL human race. Knowing some of the guest columnists history I can say this:

“You are neither white, nor black but both and quite honestly you cannot play the “mixed” card
either because at this stage of the game WE (humans) are all mixed. When I read your readers response
my initial reaction is this is a reader who believes you have power (and I agree with such a large following nationally and globally) and could use your contribution to make a positive impact on the community
but you didn’t. You fed into the race carnage your personal take on things continuing to stir the pot.

Can I just say from my perspective you fail as a voice crying out in the wilderness because
you choose one race over the other. Regardless of color you disgrace yourself and the position you
have to create a better unity with the words you weave and put out there each and every time you
submit an article. The reader has every reason to be outraged and feel the futility of the
‘battle of the races’ they are forced to live with because of influence like yours and anyone
else who has a voice and uses it to do harm and not good.

We cannot pick and choose in these matters, the human race depends on those who will
stand strong and firm and when you choose to push one race off as more abusive than the other
then it becomes an epic fail.

I say be responsible with your opportunity. Fight for a cause for all the right reasons
and not just because the black or white in you requires it. As forerunners, I know the choice your
parents made when they decided to marry one race to the other and I am certain you have felt the brunt
of their choice but you do neither their memory nor the sacrifices made to avoid prosecution for
marrying outside their race by inciting hate amongst the twain. Its like taking a bat to yourself
because you are white and black, you cannot accept one without the other and trying to do so will
only cause harm as is the case with your contributions regarding the color issue in our country.
My uncle and your mother set an example for us, we are the pillars of truth against the divide
of color and our ancestors proved it in their actions. So let our actions continue to do so.

From my perspective and obviously from that of the writer who has been accused of vitriolic response to
your actions is not only bold but well served. Your writer is holding you accountable.
And your response is to belittle, berate and laugh in the face of the “crazy white man”
who called you out on your part in stirring up controversy. You have a responsibility
to distribute non biased information, to build up the community and not divide.
And in recent months you have failed to do so.
May I suggest you retire your pen for a hiatus from the causes you hold so closely and get back to
basics with your maker because your influence is slipping right into the gutter with all the
other well meaning voices out there who have lost their ability to see outside the color box?

In days gone by I perceived your goal to accomplish peace and harmony amongst the people just as
Martin Luther King Jr did but more recently you have taken up the mantle of Malcom X and his heated
hate filled speeches from the 1960s which encourage hate for whites and continued disgrace for
blacks. In these matters, you have to choose the human race which is not black nor white.

“The voice of one crying in the wilderness,
Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.”
~Mark 1:3

Uses whatever it takes

Ya know evil is in residence, you see it on every television channel, doing double time on the radio and forever on the world wide web. You know what they say, “As the world turns”.

A culture divided by hate crimes, rioting, assaults of every nature and form. As humans we have so lowered the standard that most cannot even see the mark.

We are humans, humanity of many colors, a melting pot of cultures. Isn’t it funny that we can somehow blend our palettes, divulging secret family recipes generation old but we cannot blend our race. Humans are not a color but a being most of whom are aware from deep within that they are part of a bigger picture and because the mark is out of site they wander aimlessly rarely completing a task.

Where is your mark? Do you even know what it is? When was the last time you visited YOUR roots, your spiritual roots? What is the foundation of your life the very principal you abide by? Is it enough?

We are here to fellowship, to maintain harmony and to do so in love. And just where is this harmony we seek, what happened to “Do unto others as you would have done unto you?” Higher thinking beings with the ability to do supernatural things and yet where are these great feats?

Humans fail and why? Because we have the ability to choose.

How are you going to choose? Will it be your choice today to breed goodwill? Will it be your choice to identify that we are humans and NOT color? Do you choose love, mercy and grace?

Think about it, what will you bait the world with, will it be LOVE?

Keep in mind if evil can continue to separate humans with a distraction as race…you know what they say about a “kingdom divided”, lets just say the ending does not look good…

Friends, today I want to encourage you to embrace humanity with a new eye and heart. Pray for the human race, we need no distinction of color, creed or other.

Much love

by Susan Louise Davis ©

Drunk, drunker, drunk-ed

You and I could go on and on about the truth of the matter, your side, my side, whatever.
You are a drunk, devoted to your addiction and nothing will stand in the way of that drink, NOTHING.
You choose it and until you don’t choose it you will remain drunk, period.

The fullness of life served to you on a silver platter as it is to us all and what have you done with it but then who am I to ask? It is your business if you fail to do anything with your talent. You have time and opportunity which you cannot deny and plenty of innocent bystanders to witness as you randomly haphazardly pass by ignorant of the trampled souls you leave in your wake.

I tormented myself for years over you and the fact that you chose booze over love. God knows how I have loved you and resented you and feared for you. I know how it is to want something so badly you would just about sell your soul because I have done it but I don’t know how a body could sell their whole life for that one thing they simply cannot do without, addiction courses through your veins and for you it is called alcohol.

As I and our brokenhearted children nurse our wounds and grieve the loss of a husband and father who was there but not present and probably never will be. The years of healing, the bouts of depression, rage and bitterness flew through my home not just my own but that of three young children all aware that daddy is not coming home and when they go to visit you just a whiff of your stale alcohol layden breath, blood shot eyes, swaying stance (you did Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean long before there was a Johnny Depp)and slurred speech assures them of that that fact.

I tried to call you, to reason with you but your primary response was, “You wanted the divorce. Hows it feel to get what you want?” And then the child support check wouldn’t come. Child Support Enforcement enters in and there a battle ensues which will leave you a Felon on Federal probation. You ran for years from state to state, leaving a trail on one address after another. No sooner would the law catch up with you than you would disappear again. It didn’t help our children one bit that your family enabled you making flight a possibility for a very long time. You and your family allowed our children to go without. You all butt-hurt and they soothing your ego by sending money, shoes and clothes.

A full grown man, with children a man married and divorced and working but no one brave enough to tell you to suck it up. Smack your butt and get glad buddy because you screwed up quite possibly the best thing that will ever happen to you. A loyal and faithful wife and children who love and adore you. Who think the sun and moon rose and set again on your shoulders. In awe of your gifts and talents but it isn’t enough for you.

Who do you think suffered the most because you with held their rightful claim to love, protection and support?
It wasn’t me, it was our children who knew you worked because when you did call you would brag on the new car
or motorcycle or guitar you just bought or one of your family members gave you. But you had nothing to give not even a crumb of love for any of these children who waited for your call night after night only for the phone not to ring or run to the mailbox to find another day has passed without a letter or worse nothing on their birthday.

I took it on the chin, put myself through college and provided our children the most fulfilling life I could muster on and off a shoe string budget. I gave them the life you and I promised to provide.
More than once through the years I have been asked if I ever regret not having pursued my dreams and to them I always say the same thing, “I have no regrets over the life I provided my children and the sacrifices I made to do so. I am far more fulfilled for the sacrifice of love of a man for the love of my children and would do it again were it necessary. Lovers come and go but our children are forever. A life time investment no parent should ever sacrifice for ANYTHING EVER”.

Yes it would be nice if my ex husband would pay the 38k he owes in unpaid child support.
I may not be able to use any of that money now to send my children through college as I had desired but I am sure I could find something worthwhile to invest it in.

IF you know this deadbeat dad:

Robert Allen Bell Jr
DOB: 1/16/1964
Brown Hair (thinning crown)
Brown Eyes
5′ 9″- 5′ 11″
Habitual DUI offender but drives, last known vehicle is a late model corvette
Last known address with his stepmother in Smiths Station, Alabama
He was turning wrenches as an independent contractor working on airplanes with Boeing & Gulfstream


Robert Allen Bell Jr Smiths Station, Alabama

Robert Allen Bell Jr
Smiths Station, Alabama

If you know this man and can verify his address and place of employment please
contact the Child Support Enforcement Agency at the following address:

Eastern Office of
Child Support Enforcement
Pete Liakakis Government Building
222 West Oglethorpe Avenue
Suite 119
Savannah,GA 31401
Phone: 1-877-423-4746
Fax: 912-652-7374
Attention: Intake

(Please feel free to share and re-share this information)

Well of course I’m gonna reach for the light…

“I’m telling ya, you are a fool if you reach for the light.”

So it is late and I’ve turned in for the night and as my soldier father would say it is, “Lights out!”
And man is it dark, not even the stars dare to twinkle while dad is batting down the hatches for the evening.
Eh, I’ll take a peek later by the light of the moon for now I am pondering the statement my friend’s husband
made while discouraging me from making the wrong choice in reaching for the light he continues on saying,
“What if you get to come back to earth and do it again and again and it is because you reach for the light.
What if you stop reaching for the light, what happens then?

My room is clothed in total darkness, the moon is not yet out.
I drop my phone it turns on bright white to umber then out and for a brief moment
I get it, I see the light, in the darkness and my soul jumps within my body.
I believe this is what some would classify as an epiphany…

Of course I’m going to reach for the light, it showcases color, contrast and dimension
and then the light went out and it was dark, without substance, a long silent sigh without end…

Friends, today I want to encourage you to think on what it is you reach for.
Contrary to popular belief, there is NO in between. You are either in the light, bearing light or you are not.

Let your light shine, lift up your eyes and see…shape shifting clouds filter
bright sunrays casting shadows everywhere you look while gentle winds rustle the first falling
autumn leaves…the smells of cooler months croaching in…

So yeah, reach for the light ya’ll
Much love©

Amber Whited—Harley Davidson Run Golden Isles, Brunswick, Georgia

Amber Peace

August 2, 2014
4:00pm EST

According to one of the event team members only about 50 drivers registered for the run today which is several hundred short of the number of people who showed their support last year. I can’t help but wonder if many in the community hadn’t set up bogus locations for clothing and financial gifts for Amber’s children last year if things wouldn’t have gone better with the contributions to the run this year?

I learned from a reliable source that all proceeds which totaled about 10,000.00 were in the BB&T bank account for Amber’s children has been completely depleted and done so within six months of Amber’s death by individuals with access and little to nothing to show if the expenditures were for the benefit of her children. According to documents the children were not in the care of benefactors of said money during the dates and times the monies were spent.

According to another source this is the very reason why riders were scarce and donations even more scarce however, it is safe to say the trust fund established by the Golden Isles Harley Group is intact and remains untouched. IF YOU DESIRE TO MAKE DONATIONS THE WRITER OF THIS ARTICLE ENCOURAGES YOU TO CONTACT THE FOLLOWING LOCATION TO INQUIRE:
Golden Isles Harley-Davidson®
153 Venture Drive Brunswick GA 31525
Phone: 912.280.0448

United Community Bank
Brunswick, Georgia

Whited-Castro Family Trust


August 2, 2014
10:00 am EST
For those of you following the tragic story of Amber Whited who was murdered July 2013 the second run will be had today registration beginning at 10:00am and kickstands up at 11:00.

Whether you are riding or just want to come along for the ride all donations will go into a trust fund to benefit the surviving children of Amber Whited.

Please come by, show your support and drop a dime or two in the can.

There will be food and drinks on the premises after the ride is complete.
Golden Isles Harley-Davidson®
153 Venture Drive Brunswick GA 31525
Phone: 912.280.0448

A Daunting Task

According to the teachings of my faith I am to compare myself to no other human.
Any comparison’s I make are ONLY to the perfect living example of Jesus Christ.

It can be a daunting task to read of his life experiences and see how he turned from those same
temptations I face and have faced.

Today I am reminded of where I was as a young woman of nineteen years old comparing to who I am as a
fifty something senior (yeah, middle age for me was in my thirties and I completely missed them).
Reaping what I had sown when younger, as a senior I am just coming out of the results of those choices.

Born into the world I have only worldly examples to lean on and for the most part imparted that initial
upbringing from my childhood to my children as I reared them in the only way I knew how.
While studying on the life of Christ I found fault with some of the teachings passed down to me from
my parents and chose not to repeat unfortunately, my studies of the life of Christ was sporadic and
did not intensify until latter years when the kids have moved on and are cultivating their own
families and traditions.

I have worn the scarlet letter and my history has been shared with all sorts of accusation,
sideway glances, rejection and abandonment from loved ones who saw and judged harshly and
believed me unworthy. And learned to see myself through their eyes.

One broken down relationship after another I have been made alone.
The opportunity to heal has begun and those old tapes, those old negative words and glances
no longer haunt as I move further and further away from the memories of a life which had once
held me captive.

I am no longer there frozen in time by the pain of the past. Each day bringing new experiences and
opportunity to walk the walk. To see the world around me with a set of new eyes allowing my soul
the opportunity to reside within me in harmony. Today I judge myself according to the teachings of
Christ and not in comparison to any human.

Humans fall short, they always will but as a human I have a choice in the matter and today I practice the
principals of love. Alexander Pope had it right when he shared, “To err is human, to forgive divine”
which rings true in my life today because it is a divine walk I seek and
I can only get there because I forgive.

My mail is read and you now know the truth if you didn’t before which is simple, I am human and I err.

Friends, today I want to encourage you to compare yourself to NO ONE but to practice a lifestyle which
benefits the whole. Invest yourself in ways which will positively affect every situation.
If you must find fault find it in yourself and correct it.
Your journey is your own and if you do not take inventory of where you are at compared to where you
have been you will not get where you desire to go because your wheels spin…

Much love