How Stereotypes and Discrimination Shape Our Reality

 

Interview with Amanda Reen

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Mahogany Keys: The Complex Image of the African American Woman part 5

Interview with Davida Green-Norris – Attorney and Published Author

A successful lawyer, Davida also writes under the pen name Dicey Grenor. She authored Shameful (Taboo fiction) and (The Narcoleptic Vampire Series): Sleepy Willow's Bonded Soul (Vol. 1), Sleepy Willow's Heartless Soul (Vol. 2) and Sleepy Willow's Loosed Soul (Vol. 3)

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Mahogany Keys: The Complex Image of the African American Woman 3

Interview with Luna Charles

Director of Hardcastle Enterprises Corp. and Author

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Mahogany Keys: The Complex Image of the African American Woman

When I started this series of interviews many cautioned me that black people would not want to talk to me. Wrong. As a matter of fact, after I started sending out emails, expressing my intentions to write about these issues, the positive response was overwhelming.

To be honest, people of color talked to me a long time ago, in various workplace settings. I remember vividly one lady who was a nurse and who told me -- wiping her tears -- that she was refused work because some would not accept a black woman as a caregiver. Or, when we were showing puppies, I was asked by a visibly embarrassed woman if her biracial child was allowed to play with them. Many similar scenarios have haunted me for years.

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A Menopausal Detective?

PrologueThe accidental killer looked around him, sweat rolling from his hairlinealong his brow in rivulets. His hands scrabbling through the sand and sheep droppings, he tried to find enough loose stones to weigh down the heavy-duty garbage bag in front of him. He swore when knife sharp shards of oyster cut his fingers. In the distance he heard the sound of an approaching car. To his left, a goose honked sleepily.Ever faster he searched for rocks and stones. Away, he had to get as far away as possible, before he was seen!He held his breath when the car passed him, the sheen of headlights seen just above the dyke, and then moving down the narrow road. When he heard an asthmatic cough behind him, he froze. His bowels threatened to loosen and once more he held his breath, pressing his buttocks together. Again the cough, but this time it sounded less human and more animal. His overheated brain provided him with an answer. Sheep droppings – that meant sheep.As soon as he couldn’t find any more ballast, he tied a tie-wrap around the stiff plastic of the bag, wrestling with its folds. Scrambling up, he dragged the dead weight towards the waterline. Christ, it was heavy going! The blue plastic made a tearing noise, and suddenly all round him there came an alarmed honking and the flapping of wings as the Canadian and Grey Geese woke up and tried to get away from the danger.He doubled his efforts, finally succeeding in getting the bag down the basalt incline to the water and then into it, where it became a little bit easier to drag. He stepped into the shallows, immediately losing his footing on the algae covered basalt and falling piggyback onto the bag. A moan escaped him. He couldn’t get off it fast enough.At last! The bag hovered, gently bobbing on the calm waves. He guided it as deep as he could, walking alongside it on the muddy seabed until only his head was above water. Then he gave it one last strong push. It made a slow roll and half-turn, and teasingly slow drifted away on the current. He sighed. It was supposed to sink, why didn’t it fucking sink?

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BROKEN PROMISE By V. BROWN

As a child Promise Brown lived the life that every girl in the ghetto would have loved to live. Her parents, Sweet Pea and Biggs, were the head of a fledging drug empire that stretched from coast to coast. They were way passed hood rich but refused to leave the hood—the same place that contributed to their downfall. The hood bred jealousy and envy which would ultimately affect the Brown's livelihood.

Just when Promise had gotten use to the good life things went downhill. Her parents were arrested and later imprisoned because of a snitch who hid behind false pretenses causing DEFACS to step in and make her a ward of the state.
Now all she wants is out! Escaping the clutches of the system, Promise runs back to her old hood. There she runs into her mother's childhood friend's nephew and together they devise a way to get paid.

Promise never imagined she would end up engulfed in a world of stripping and escort services. She took it all in stride for the love of the money but will the life she lead make her or break her?

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"Why Do Men Love Their Cars and Drive The HELL Out of Their Women?"

I've painted quite a revealing picture of the difference between women and men when it comes to how they feel about cars. So don't act like you're surprise when I say that men can love their cars and oftimes drive the HELL out of their women! But why do they? Okay people before I get into this, I would just like to say that I am a guy, that way men know that it is not a woman trying to wreck their brains trying to understand why men love cars, but an straight from the mind type of guy.

There are many reasons men love cars. The usual website would tell you we love them because of genetics and it's similar to the reason why men love sports. Well I would like to get into a bit more detail than that and try to close the subject because men don't love cars the way they love sports, they love cars the way they love women. This might help with some relationships.

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VOID

Yes, my body still craves you

But there are those other women

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