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it started with me in a mixed race community in Maryland near D.C. Cleaning the kitchen floor shortly after we moved in.

I said “What’s this black scum under the tile grip?”

Alex said, angrily, “What did you say?”

it ended just now, in a hotel North of Philly, Alex is a thousand miles away.

a sharp black streak on the floor touched with light.

I was a Black world afficionado down all those years, sometimes in an inverse way. It was a Mackintosh policy handed down to our son.

Alex’s activities in this regard belong to him but I, for instance, received mail from the Southern Poverty Law Center in an all White Florida town and of course was making donations. Among other causes. And my travels took me to places where I heard from Black Men and Women and had visions of Blacks in the South 200 years ago as I lay in my room on a psych ward.

I was doubly drawn to the cause of African America because of the issue of clitorectomy and that I had experienced a sort of crude clitorectomy and in my travels found comfort and sympathy from actually African Men an Women. Slowly I learned my course this way.

so, Alex and I, a Canadian and an English American dual national participated in a social engineering scheme someone cooked up to get Obama into the White House. We were called to this course as, I am guessing, were so many other like me, not knowing at the time. Alex was in it for the action. I was used for my famous little computer program. And a trip to New York City by some Arabic politicians on a peace visit to see Alex.

We all went to Springstone Hollow to see baby Ian in his crib and see the place.

As we drove back from Reading to New York City the older Arabic woman asked about the Black faces she saw and I volunteered, “They are slaves.” This was in 1996. She did not speak a lot of English. I was just trying to explain.

my method here, although I was terrified to be seen at that time, was to see the possibility of a peace cultural exchange.