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The Authors Literary Festival at 2nd Annual Authors Literary Festival, November 13, 2010 11:00am – 4:00pm;

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The 1st Annual Black Authors Literary Festival was held on November 14, 2009 in historic Richmond Virginia, nick named 'The River City' because the beautiful, James River flows through it. Our first event hosted 12 authors from 8 different states across the United States with various genres from Christian to poetry to romance to children's stories. Through the different types of literature presented during the festival our authors showcased a miriade of talent. The event was held at Precious…See More
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re: Watching the Growing

WATCHING THE GROWING Prologue"God as my witness" Yeah, I m Black. So what? My momma was black, my daddy was black what else was I supposed to be but black. But the truth is, some days I wish I were anything but. But God don't give youthat choice, you know. Cause if he did, I know a lot of folks that would havechosen a lighter color. Me too, what fool wouldn't? I would have chosen thewhitest white. You know like them albinos; with the white hair, white-eyes.Shoot, I would have been so white my…See More
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Hometown:
Greenville, NC
Currently Reside In: (City, State, Country)
Washington, DC
I'm a . . .
Writer
Website:
http://www.linkedin.com/in/mauricewhitehurst
Bookclub you belong to (include bookclub name & state):
None currently
Have You "Freed Your Inner Book" Yet?
Yes
What You Need to Know About Me:
Maurice Whitehurst is better known as the infamous 'Mercury Jones' and has been writing under that Pseudonym for about ten years now. Studying philosophy has made the writer intrinsically fluent as the matter of coherency takes center stage in the drama we all testify to as life. As thought, revelation and reason begin to coalescence and the matter of relativism attempts to radicalize our well established values, Mercury Jones takes on the challenge of reshaping the way in which we think and see the world by examine the language and the forms of expression that are used to bridge the gap of meaning.

Through careful and effective dialogue, Mr. Jones will show and display to the audience that most of our beliefs are rooted not in truth but our culture. Examine for yourself the dichotomy of language in the book, Evidence of God: A Final Resolution of Meaning. Other works of consideration: Watching the Growing (A Novel - 2011) 100 Original Tweets, Quotes, Maxims, Aphorisms and Funny Sayings and What They Mean (2010) For more information on Mercury Jones visit him at http://www.linkedin.com/in/mauricewhitehurst

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This is a query for a manuscript entitled, Watching the Growing. I am the writer. I have been trying to gain interest in the piece but race seems to be a four letter word now. Looking to get your opinion. What do you think?

MW

Maurice Whitehurst
443-223-5793




Bio: Maurice Whitehurst is a self styled philosopher. Working for over
fifteen years in the media, Mr. Whitehurst began studying philosophy at
Howard University where he must a major influence on the student body and
faculty as he began infusing his skills in the media with his theories of
philosophy. As a result, the philosophy department at Howard University has
taken on his model towards instruction. (see "Teaching Philosophy"(Howard
University's Sterling Library). http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTuh7dkEEaU




Synopsis:

WATCHING THE GROWING


Prologue

"God as my witness"



Yeah, I m Black. So what? My momma was black, my daddy was black what else was I supposed to be but black. But the truth is, some days I wish I were anything but. But God don't give you that choice, you know. Cause if he did, I know a lot of folks that would have chosen a lighter color. Me too, what fool wouldn't? I would have chosen the whitest white. You know like them albinos; with the white hair, white-eyes. Shoot, I would have been so white my nickname would have been tablecloth. But because God is who he is, I am who I am: and that is enough for me.



But what nigger wouldn't give to trade up for another color, to make his existence better, I mean? Anyone tell you he wouldn't he'd be a dam liar and a fool. Now don't get me wrong. I loves me some black folk; the chocolates, the charcoals, the deep blues'; the purples; then you gots the browns; the tans, the caramels, the mochas; then there’s the high yellows, the light bright and the damn near whites. All these speak volumes about the diversity of each black man and each black woman as individuals. And if black folks are one thing, theys individuals: one of our greatest qualities; our greatest flaw.



But there is hope for us yet. How do I know, you ask? Simple. Two words. Howard University. Yep, Howard University. OK, it’s not that simple, but it is. Let me try to explain it to you. For centuries black people have struggled and fought to make the dream of America, a dream they could believe in. This dream that is America has been sold to countless generations of black folks, hook line and sinker. Too many to be ashamed of: less some of the dead turn in their graves. This dream that is America, it still exists. It exists and it can be seen in the eyes of the next generation. It can be heard in their music. You can witness it in their images, their words and in their struggle. This dream that is America, it exists and it can be felt in the belly of those who have waited for it: those who have died for it. This dream that is America it still exists because it rests within the hearts and minds of every black man and black woman that has ever walked this earth. It is a part of who he was, who he is and who he hopes to be.



So you see, what Howard mean to black folk goes deeper than just tradition. Howard is more than just a name. The existence of an institution such as Howard gives black folk a certain kind of legitimacy: a legitimacy that had only existed for white folks. What Howard extends to black folks is a lineage, a legacy, something tangible - something black folk can come and put their hands on and touch. Something that they can say is more than just 'A Dream' (God bless his soul) or something that is preached about on Sunday mornings. Howard is something obtainable; something so necessary that it cuts to the very essence of who black folks is. Howard is, indeed, the center of the Black Universe.



Furthermore, the University's promise to black folks is hope and freedom: the kind of freedom that God had promised black folks long before no Plessey or no Brown or no Affirmative Action: a freedom that white folks could envy. So you see Howard is where I have been coming to all my life; home.





Chapter 1

"Home"



Howard's campus rests in the middle of a war zone called Gentrification Meets Poverty. The backdrop of the Nation's Capitol with its monuments, at one point, offered a sense of security to students, families, and intellectuals who enshrined the place, but after September l1th it all but evaporated.



Howard is hilly, so the hike to work is more of workout than walk. The noise of constant construction is a crescendo of an invisible band we march to, bustling from one administrative building to another. I tough it out as I curve through the maze of cracks that is College Street and weave through a web of freshman, a bright and colorful bunch seemingly mindless of the oncoming traffic who, law-abiding, grudgingly give them the right of way. The students are a law unto themselves, their feet beating paths through and around traffic, leaving fresh tracks like guideposts.



I peer into their black faces, into the eyes of their professors, and past the suits of the businessmen and women who form a black sea. I hope to get a glimpse of what they see, to soak up what they feel. I want to; I need to. They gleam success, the kind that makes them raise their heads a little higher than the rest of us, a shade so rare to me. Sure, I have seen crowds of black folk together before, in large numbers too, but not till I walked onto this campus did I truly understand what "black" meant.



I make eyes at a pretty co-ed who smiles at me as she eases by on the narrow walkway. Her yellow skin, hazel eyes and ruby lips reawaken my longing for an old lover. Passion was her name. I turn to see her shimmy down the crooked path and begin to contemplate the possibilities of my new life.



Every roadway and landscape being tinkered with adds to what seems to be a mass confusion of movement. The cars, the students, the construction workers in yellow hats dance in and around one another as if they are privy to some miraculous melody that everyone else is deaf to. I marvel at the organized chaos and listen hard for the tune. To step back and observe the spectacle would surely leave one with a sure sense of design.



The sidewalk is as narrow as I am black. I squeeze past the others and it puts me in mind of slaves shepherded to the plantation, lined up and chained at the waist and ankle to keep them from running, lest they lose a foot and be rendered worthless. I wonder if my ancestors walked this path. Did they push to the right, like the rest of the good nigger slaves, to let the whites ease by? Did they make their bodies limp in protest, yanking the rest of the congregation to their knees? Or did they bump shoulders with their captors and welcome the whip in exchange for dignity?



I imagine what my great-great-great grand daddy might have done to a white man who pushes him aside. Whatever it was, it sure would accrue a few lashes from the master's whip. It is in our blood I suppose.



Approaching the television station, I spot the enormous WHUT sign hung on the side of the building. The letters, at least ten feet tall, are sprawled across the front panel of the building and overshadow its classic architectural design. Underneath the dim sign, the subscript reads: "The nation's first owned and operated black owned public broadcasting station". I raise my hands to the sky and thank God for the pilgrimage that brought me here, a jilt in my stomach for all that I'd lost along the way.



I'd been given a ticket North, next to Harriet, and I gots to keep up cause she gots her a pistol.

Separated, in the midst of a failed marriage, and more than 400 miles away from friends and family, WHUT was my North Star, placed there by the hands of God, himself.



I dreamed of working in a place where I was free to be me, cornrows and all, yet still have a chance to move up the so called corporate ladder; a place where a black man was given a real shot at living Martin's dream, where color didn't matter and where the only prejudices that existed were the ones we created in our own minds. The building, the sign, the inscription were brick and metal imbued with meaning and blood; both mine and my ancestors.



My steps, too, begin to have meaning as I inch closer to the gates of what I could only imagine as a shadow of Heaven or at the very least a lighter shade of hell.

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