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Cascade Publishing House is pleased to announce the publication of the next Harold Michael Harvey book!
It is titled, Freaknik Lawyer: A Memoir on the Craft of Resistance.
In fifty-four thousand words, Harvey masterfully weaves his life and our collective lives around the world of legal segregation and the aftermath of the apparent demise of “separate but equal.” He does this by introducing the reader to two new concepts: The Curse of Plessy and The Promise of Brown.
This is an update to the offer of a Limited First Edition of Freaknik Lawyer: A Memoir on the Craft of Resistance.
First a heartfelt thank you to everyone who has preordered a copy of my memoir. We appreciate your support and faith in our work.
The book is scheduled for a July 27, 2019 release. Therefore, the the Limited First Edition promotion will expire on June 27.
If your payment is mailed this week let me know via our email, and if your payment is received by June30, 2019 we will make sure that you receive a limited First Edition Autograph copy.
Again, thanks so much for the outpouring support we have received to date.
What to the American Negro in the twenty-first century is Juneteenth?
I posit this question because of the many social media references for Juneteenth. The apparent reference is to June 19, 1865, as the day slavery ended for enslaved Africans in the United States of America.
Nothing could be further from the truth. To accept this date as the exact day freedom came is to denigrate the courage exemplified by the brave sons of Africa who fought to gain their freedom during the War between the States.
I’ve often come to the aid of the underdog. I have a long track record of siding with the disadvantage in an unfair fight. But I find it hard to muster any sympathy for poor Kyle Kashuv. Nope not a half-ounce of pity for this privileged kid, nada, zilch, notwithstanding the fact, Kashuv has 295,000 more twitter followers than I.
Russia or China or North Korea, if you are listening to the American President, go out and spy on his Democratic opponents. If you all are listening, call Don Jr. and set up a meeting in Rose Garden. Don loves any dirt you can provide him on Joe Biden, Elizabeth Warren, Kamala Harris, Pete Buttigieg and Bernie Sanders. Don’t worry about the others, they will soon drop out on their own.
Revisiting an encounter at the communal water well in 1959 with an eight-year-old segregationist in my new book, Freaknik Lawyer: A Memoir on the Craft of Resistance, I realize this event set the tone for my life of resistance against inequality and injustice.
It’s almost ready for public consumption. There is time to receive an autographed Limited First Edition. Inbox me for details.
This memoir connects the dots from Plessy to Brown to Obama and the quest of millennials to throw off the shackles of the Curse of Plessy and the unkept Promise of Brown.
Freaknik is not quite as freaky as it sounds. Certainly, Freaknik Lawyer is not about a lawyer getting his freak on when the lights go off.
Now that there are at least 24 announced candidates for the Democratic Party Nomination, its time to ask the question:
Have the Democrats lost their freaking minds?
The 2020 Democratic Primary is a virtual buffet, a smorgasbord of delectable candidates like goodies, each vying for the focused attention of the American electorate.
Forty years ago a swimming pool was used to separate us, today we sat by the pool and discussed racial unity.
Also on this day in 1905, Robert S. Abbott founded the Chicago Defender newspaper.
The Abbott Race and Unity Institute was founded ten years ago to foster relationships between people of varying multicultural backgrounds.
Today that diversity was in display on St. Simon Island, Georgia as Harold Michael Harvey gave the group a working definition of racism:
Harvey told the group that racism is the power to determine the outcome of a situation.
To get whites to understand this concept, Harvey told a story from his days in college about the power exerted over a white baseball player by a black player . The white player was the only white person in the stadium. Their was no one to come to the aid of the white players.
This was a powerful lesson. Every white person at the poolside immediately understand racism better than ever before in their life.
