Thursday, December 10, 2015

"I Only Fear Allah"

By: James H. Williams

“Taqwa” is Arabic for “Fear of Allah.”  Of late, a group of world citizens (meaning, we are all part of the global human society), has attempted to perverse one of the world’s oldest religions in the name of Islam and for their demented goals and gains.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Cut That T.V. Off And Read A Book

Knowledge is Power, and Words are its Weapon...el-Hajj Malik el-Shabazz, aka Malcolm X
By: James H. Williams
If a picture is worth a thousand words, this picture is speaking volumes! “Cut that T.V. off and read a book” should be our daily message to humanity. It matters if we read to our children, in family settings, at book clubs, at public libraries, and to each other sharing gained knowledge. The following list of authors is certainly not exhausted, but their works are very insightful reading. 

Remembrance of Thanksgiving's Past...

By: James H.Williams

I remember turkey with cornbread stuffing, ham with pineapple slices cooked on top, collard greens, green beans, macaroni and cheese, candied yams, homemade rolls, cranberry sauce, and gravy.  Dessert was homemade sweet potato pie, pumpkin pie with roasted marsh mellows, lemon meringue pie with graham cracker crust, dark chocolate cake, and last, but certainly not least, to wash-it-all down good ole homemade kool-aid. It was all so yummy, ready for seconds!


Our objective is an inclusive platform for all humanity to come together as one.

Our story begins with a man whose sons died before him; one murdered and the other from heart failure. Their ages were 17 and 20 respectively. William, whom I called "Billy" in his teen years and "Will" as he grew into an adult, was not only my son but my best friend, comrade, and love of my life. We often talked about an array of subjects and current events. Our conversations were fluid, open and honest. I miss William deeply and wish I could hold another conversation with him about one of his favorite things, music. A subject he held a passion for and loved. He “Will” dreamed of being an intricate part of defining and articulating what he referred to as the universal language.  He referred to the jazz legend, John Coltrane’s statement about music as his mantra: "To be a musician is something. It goes very, very deep. My music is the spiritual expression of what I am my faith, my knowledge, my being. When you begin to see the possibilities of music, you desire to do something magnificent for people, to help humanity free itself from its hang-ups."

The ripple effect of his death, the unlawful killing of a human being by a man with a "depraved heart” has no bounds. With a single rock, thrown into the sea; it changes everything forever. The murdering of my son, I lost a son, his mother lost a son; his brother lost a brother, and so the effect continued and will continue forever. An emptiness remains in each of us until we die, and probably after we die. Try understanding this pain.

I hear the tortured voice of my son crying out for vindication. I close my eyes for rest, and see his face and hear his voice. Words alone cannot describe the pain and sorrow I feel. Upon learning of the death of my son and how he was murder, I cried for days. I am saddened every day when I think of him. All parents, I believe, hope and pray that their children live longer than themselves. The last thing we want to hear; "Your son or daughter has died, and she or he was murder." A child dying from some incurable disease is one thing, but murder is beyond comprehension.

I believe society is entitled to take the life of those who have shown utter contempt for the lives of others. We tarnish the memory of the dead and heap needless misery on their families by letting the perpetrators live or receive short sentencing.

This blog is to raise all voices of children prematurely murdered, and their parents who must continue onward despite the pain.

If you are one of the many, share your loved one’s legacy, music, poetry, dreams, goals, art and anything you feel important that can help others.

Remember: “We Are One!”

By James H. Williams

*Image provided by Pitchfork.com