Here are the life events that motivated me to create this website

• Fountaine Ferry Park – At six, I was told that we couldn’t go to Fountaine Ferry Park anymore because after allowing Blacks in (in 1963) they tore it up, forcing the park to close down in 1969 (my grandmother neglected to mention that the White people called them the “N-word” and harassed them unmercifully, causing them to revolt).
• Bahamas Cruise – At eleven, I had never been around any Black people until my family went on a cruise to the Bahamas.  The only other kids on the ship were about 30 Black kids from Haiti.  They were witty, fun, and very accepting of me, which wasn’t what I expected based on what I had heard from my family and White society.
• Forced Busing – At twelve, forced busing began in 1975 in Louisville, the year I transitioned from elementary school to junior high.  Other than the cruise and an occasional maid that cleaned our house, I had not been around any Black people (we weren’t rich; I was raised by a single mother who needed help with the house sometimes).  As busing got closer I witnessed race riots, my friends moving away to avoid going to school with Black kids, and unfiltered racism from White parents. At school, there were racial fights and lots of jokes and disparagement of the Black students (mostly behind their backs).
• Roots – At fourteen, the TV mini-series “Roots” aired for eight consecutive nights starting on January 23, 1977.  I was mesmerized by these shows and watched every one.  The characters captivated me, and I felt every bit of their anguish.  These shows gave me a shocking insight into the history of my new classmates, and I felt sorry for their situation.
• A pledge to Myself – This sounds made up, but it’s true.  I distinctly remember standing in the driveway of my childhood home in June of 1977 and thinking how Black people didn’t deserve the treatment they were receiving.  I vowed to myself that someday I’d try to do something about it.
• Bused to Central High School – I was bused to Central High School in Louisville’s West End for my junior and senior years.  This was the same high school that heavyweight boxing champions Greg Page and Muhammad Ali attended.  At Central, I learned firsthand that Black people were not getting any education.  I was a pothead at the time, and I didn’t do “any” schoolwork in the two years I went there.  They passed me anyway, and I was able to graduate.  I never could’ve gotten away with that at my East End home school.  Fortunately, I’ve been completely clean from drugs and alcohol since I was nineteen and went on to have a professional career.
• Friendships and Associations – I’ve been blessed to have many great friendships throughout my life.  A percentage of them have, by chance, been Black people.  I dated a Black girl in my twenties.  My kids all attended public schools, and a percentage of their friends are Black people.  Two of my four primary doctors are black.  My hairstylist is Black.  It saddens me to think that anyone would have contempt for any of the people in my life because of the color of their skin.
• A Little Girl – An eleven-year-old Black girl once stayed the weekend at our house.  She said she couldn’t play in her backyard because of the gunshots.  She asked me, if anything ever happened to the single mother who was raising her, would I adopt her.  She was a smart, perfectly mannered, beautiful child.  The interaction with this girl is what motivated me to take action on the pledge I made to myself 30 years prior.
• A Close Friend – I had a close friend who agreed to be my wingman on this project.  He would always talk about the lies about Black people.  Sadly, he had a sudden heart attack at 50 and didn’t survive it.  I felt compelled to carry on and understand the lies he was talking about.  Most of the information on this website is centered around exposing the lies about Black people’s character, which were started 585 years ago in Portugal to justify the cruelty of slavery.