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Posted by mahsstory on February 25, 2009

Reluctantly, the wheel chair was rolled from what Victoria had believed was an investment.  Mamie A. Horne had also sank $7,000 into adjacent lots and hundreds more making ready for the construction which never came.  1995-1996 had been a very traumatic period for the family.  These matters clearly related to a kind of neglect which one tend to call dysfunctional and can not be easily brushed away but the underlying laws a practices extended into the present.  There has been a reference in this work about the fierce urgency of now but what is presently observed is the predominate and fierce practiced of then.  These matters relate to TAKING of labor and exploiting capital on every level.

            The parasitical feeding on the house was by more than the termites.  Undermining of the laws deprived Dade City of the participation of a major part of the community and disregarded rights and privileges with those in charge greedily wishing every advantage and control over every asset.  This sense of power and control  was what the master craved.  It was all about getting the oranges of  the trees after that period the workers migrated north to harvest the peaches and apples.  After the 1981 and the back to back 1984-1985 deep freezes Dade City citrus never recovered.

            The mind-set of those over the city did not change either everything was still in black and white.  In 1986 James Ammons Jr. Filed a discrimination complaint against the city for paved streets and sewage system in the black community which had been targeted.  The private had returned to the community and worked in the orange field and did not engage in the city politics.  Usually, it was too dark in the morning when the private went to work and even if he was not able to work and went on a bus it was too dark when he got home.  Often he sat on the bus until the crew was ready to return to Dade City.

            By 1996 many thing had come apart and he was engaging in putting them in some



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Posted by mahsstory on February 25, 2009

Victoria had been the quiet unassuming strong spirit person.  She loved her family and the old house was to provide a home to them.  The doors were open to any who had fallen on hard times and her desires was to do much more with it but it was never to be hers in the wildest imagination.  This was the nature of the structure by 1993 when her niece move in and purchased two lots adjacent to it.  The termites from the old oak out found had eaten the core from the structure.  Dade City would not allow her to use funds to rebuild the house.  The old white citizens council of Dade City had become the council of the City Commissioners.  Only the name had changed and those Covington’s and other owners were determined to TAKE land after pushing over the black owners property.

            Dade City had been place in time where a few had flocked to stake their claim on the land and become ranchers and citrus growers.  These primary purposes were in the hands of a few such clans who had lots of acreage and set aside a commons for those workers who dare invest into property.  This general class of workers who dare place a stake in Dade City were divided into two distinct groups.  Jim Row Harper the undertaker and Professor Micken’s were of the primary professional class of up and coming blacks and Victoria and her family was of the working class.

            What both black family live were different in regard to those living in Micken’s -Harper subdivision were between the professor and the undertaker.  They were blacks who were encouraged to own property and some had independent businesses some even lived on the edge of the zone targeted community and were scattered sparser among the workers.  But generally they were allow a zoning which allowed them to transfer their clap board properties into cinder block if they choose.

      The Caucasian life was no mystery to the Private although the schools weren’t integrated until the affirmative action civil right actions under title VII which was passed in 1964.  The private graduated from high school in 1963 and was a part of the old period of strict segregation.  This was the age of Emmit Till and looking at some white people was forbidden.  Dade City was divided but the private saw poverty across the track in Tommy Town where many poor whites lived in trailer houses.

            The designation was not the dog and cat level although there was no real completion for the jobs which were performed by his family.  His family was taught to open the doors to any person who came and asked for help.  This included those from across the track as well as hobos who hoped on and off the trains.  The private had no knowledge about the situation regarding the zoning even though he had ran the mortgage payments to Mr. De-Carr Covington office when he was just a lad in knee pants.  These economic and racial matters was well hidden and one looking on would think it was a slough which in the family which caused the expanding blight over the whole community.

            He never under stood the problem until Mamie A. Horne had returned to Dade City to began rebuilding the property and ran into trouble.  There was lots of praying and shouting but the majority of the acts of the females were hidden until they required some kind of action or inter-action with the law.  He had returned to Dade City 1984-85 because of harassment by IRS and attempts to help her resolve a civil rights complaint.  By the time she came to Dade City his aunt Vick was in poor physical condition and MAH was not able to provide the help which was necessary although she did the best she could.

            There was a lots of energy tied up in the house and the people were just as tied to something spiritual which the Private understood but refused to accept but couldn’t totally dismiss.  This thesis about God and Country was spoon fed to everyone.  He studied everything and during his youth could not dismiss the elders but could not whole heartedly accept their beliefs.  There was clearly no investment function accruing from the hard work ethics and although he learned many things from his uncles most things were about survival.

            His brother and sisters had left Dade City to seek their fortunes somewhere else.  The small racist town politics was not something to be studies during their young age.  The glimpse which was given during their teen age days were transit.  Upon the return he compared the experience to some readings into the Cahier by Amie Ceasar.  All of the evidence could be seen from his sister standing by their Aunt Victoria as she was being rolled from the termite eaten shack which she still considered their home.






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Delapidated House

Posted by mahsstory on February 25, 2009


            This work assumes that the reader understand the basic myths which rule the folk lore of the American nation.  The people of America are a part of a larger mythology and this work approach those myth without reservations or judgments.  It is more about the soldier’s ordeals as they have been lived by soldiers in the public eye and those close to Morris J. Peavey, Jr.

            The conversations about God in this work use the basic Judeo-Christian doctrine and Muslim concepts and beliefs.  These belief form a basic thesis about the rights of mankind.  This work relates to the soldiers responsibility to protect and serve the US Constitution of the USA.  Since it is a spiritual odyssey of a private and how and why he dealt with issues the way he dealt with what are the basic  problems of living.  This can easily be called a soldier reality to the house of man and Allah.

            The other world reality is predominately a real conversation of the dis-enchanted beings not the place for the soldier. The  warrior class has always been the traditional middle class because he stand between the master and the servant.  His is the second estate because he knows that the man he serve as primus is not a God nor the son of God in shape, imaginary form or being.  He has served to lift the one commander up because the people can see him better.  The rise of the artist as the middle class gave rise to the thespian  as its master.  This new middle class creator of the various clerics, poets, and viziers are  a bunch of Anti-thesis.  They wish and do write their own script.  Their words are much ado about nothing.

            The soldiers dependence upon rule, regiment and law has been destroyed.  Chaos must rise out of this void.  The various voices  point where violence has engulf the people and is not controlled by a respect for law because the individual does not see himself reflected in the pax of the code.  Even in the world of the legions there is respect for the order which is pronounced by some charge to be kept by all.  This has no meaning to today’s societies.  Everything is just the vociferous chant of the viziers.  The big lie is what rule the worlds.  Where there is no truth justice can not be seen.  Power does not produce justice and where there is no justice there can be no peace.

            This is a basic story where a group of men point to the other group and blame man on his ultimate down fall.  Then there are some who will blame a escape goat on all the faults because the downfall of the Anti-Christ is so fall.  As the world spin into the present cauldron of fierce disappointments, we see this group into the single individual.  As such let us analyze a specific story through the lens of the Private.  The plates which were served to him during his youth can be seen in the little house by the side of the road.  One may think it is the house by the highway of life but it fact it was located at the corner of US 98 bypass and White House Avenue in a little place called Dade City Florida.  The house was purchased by Victoria Ingram in the late forties or early fifties.

            Dade City was a little racist community with paved streets for the White man and dirt roads which the private rode his bicycle until dust dark.  The ideas of his Uncles and elders had been discussed but the nature of this little house discussed in Mah & Family Values was just a hope which was not understood.  Victoria house was typical of the migrant village house located in the shadow of the Pasco Packing Plant where smoke and the smell of cooking orange juice could be smelled through out the winter months.  It was not unique from those shacks which were designed to rot around the inhabitants.  They were distained to this fate because the era was zoned by the city of Dade City so the migrant workers could buy the property by not remold the homes after 1975.  The zoning targeted the predominately black residents to restricted ownership which would never allow they to maintain and transfer any meaningful estate to their children.

            The Private had indicated his dismay over the treatment of the black women in his family and restrained any negative or derogatory remarks about the so called dysfunction and backwardness of his family.  He could not help noticing the common migration around the Anti-thesis and the rallying around momunshine.  Plate one marks the reality of the powerless land owners but more traditional of a destructive society controlled by predators which are commonly called racist.  This was a unique class of humans called by names which marked them as powerful but the helpless nature of their quest could but grade their real achievement.  Walking past resisting repelling their existence would have been the most appropriate solution.



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