" Fallen Humanity / The Awakening " ( chapter 6 excerpt only pt.4 )

" I perceive that small states can maintain themselves against the greats
monarchies when these states put industry and a great deal of order into their affairs......."

King Frederick 11 of Prussian




....... After a little research and calling in a few favors Drew discovered that
Kenneth Fryson was basically a family man. His father was Reverend Joseph Fryson,
a third generation man of the clothe who presided over the African-American Apostolic
Church of Christ on Pender Street. Kenneth Fryson, instead of going into the ministry as his
fathers father had done decided to study law which eventually lead to his current position as
Mayor.
Becoming the first African-American Mayor in his cities history was of no small feat.
Kenneth Fryson had to over come many obstacles that even though the days of social
inequalities were supposedly long gone the " good ol' boys" mentality still lurked silently within
the hearts and boardrooms of many a prominent persons. But the current Mayor had done
what was necessary to obtain the position, shady deals and all. Mayor Fryson had a cleverness
that was concealed by an " average joe " persona. That trait was especially liked by Drew.
If Mayor Fryson could relate to the little man of society in any form of fashion then
he would easily comprehend Drews plight. Now, that Drew had gotten his one on one
conference with the current Mayor confirmed it was time for step two. Turning around to
face his desk once again Drew took a hold of his address book and flipped it to the back
which held his growing number of contacts who had given him business cards, slips of papers
and even torn off napkin corners. Drew found the person he was looking for........

" Fallen Humanity / The Awakening chapter 3 excerpt only pt.-3"

[ If more members of the same race end up doing better in some spheres, it is because more of them grew up in environments that prepared them for those endeavors. If members of other races had similar rearing they would display a similar distribution of success. ]
"Two Nations " written by : Andrew Hacker


Beverly didn't hate her family, in fact for them to be successful in their careers was simply an added bonus. Since many of her friends came from middle or lower class incomes, she was well aware of some of the troubles she had been fortunate enough to by-pass.
When the few ' well-to-do ' friends she had would poke fun at her for sneaking away to spend time with her BLACK boyfriend and ' those' in the ghetto she would brazenly remark that they were shallow and lacked the grit it took to survive in the harsh streets. To her mother it was nothing more than a phase that was normal and to be ignored. If Beverly wanted to experiment and sow her oats their was nothing wrong with that so long as she returned to reality at the end of her trip. But Beverlys father saw her behavior as immature, recessive and completely un-becoming of her status for which he, himself, worked so hard to create.
Beverlys father would not tolerate for a second his first child and only daughter passing time with drug pushers or crack addicts, and to his understanding, anyone who did not live within a two mile radius of his front door was considered suspect. And to be frank, especially those of the dark skin persuasion.
To be truthful, Beverly didn't understand herself why she was so strongly drawn to the lower-classes of society. There were times when she felt that her world was as phony as a three
dollar bill and the only way she could learn of real life, plus gain the respect of her father, was to venture out of the confines of the sheltered environment of which she was given.
Even Tina, a close " African - American " friend and neighbor, still bored her to tears at times. The parties, the shopping, the vacations and privilege had grown so tiresome that Beverly contemplated running away for a year or two after graduation now, she no longer cared what went on " a -top -o -hill " because she had found what she had been seeking all this time. His name was Whitey and he was a man like no other.