By Edward David
When it did happen that someone in the Government made the decision to divide the human race up into other races, and on what scientific evidence. Then the question must be asked, when was that done? We do not divide people up because of eye color or hair color and we should not do it because of complexion. It needs to stop and the Government needs to state that there is only one race and stop that nonsense. For it is the Government that is causing racism, be perpetuating the myth.
About the Author
These books have been written for the reader’s enjoyment by the writer and poet Edward David. The exception to this is the book Racism And Poetry. This book was written to inform and stop the nonsense of dividing up the Human race into other races.
The poetry books have been written in the traditional style in metrical form and rhyme. Edward David is an eighty five year old man. He has done many things in his lifetime. He grew up in the small historical town of North Tarrytown on the Hudson River in New York State. At the age of six he wrote his first poem. At age seven his curiosity got the better of him. After school he decided to see what was up the road. He walked from North Tarrytown to Yonkers, a distance of ten miles. After arriving in Yonkers, he started to feel hungry. Then he decided that it was time to turn around and head back. He took a wrong turn and lost his way and ended up in a housing development.
Well, he thought he better knock, on some ones door and get directions to North Tarrytown. So he knocked. on the door closest to him. A young lady came to the door. He asked her which way to North Tarrytown. She promptly snatched him, taking him inside and locking the door, then called the police. Soon two local police men came. They questioned him and decided that he was the lost that earlier they received the missing boy report on. The two police men put him into the back seat of the police car. Then they drove him to an ice cream parlor .and bought him an ice cream cone. They drove him to the town’s border and had radioed ahead to the police in the next town. When they arrived at the next town they transferred him to the police car. That is the
way it went until he arrived home. When he got home his mother cooked up some oatmeal. While he was eating, his father said, eat it up. It will stick to your ribs. He offend though, maybe that’s what’s wrong with him. That he has to much oatmeal stuck to his ribs. He went to bed after his uneventful exploration. He had not been tired and had walked over ten miles. He was just bored. The towns he had passed through were just like his town.
At the age of thirteen, while in the seventh grade, he became an avid reader. The first class of the day was reading class. The students checked out a book and were given three weeks to read it. Well, he could not put the book down, reading it through all his other classes, reading a book a day during that school year. He received his final report card listing his final grades. The first subject listed was reading. The finale grade for reading was an A. The rest of the subjects listed were all marked with an F. It must have confused his parents. They sent him to a summer school. At the end of summer school, he passed all the tests. Then he went on to the next grade in the following school year. While in his young teens, he spent much of his time walking the endless Rockefeller Estate. The estate was very extensive with many miles of woods, lakes and Eagle Mountain. There were fields and a briskly flowing stream of water on the land. There were wild deer roaming free on the estate.
Like so many youth of his day he spent several years as a Boy Scout, then quit and joined the Sea Scouts. At a young age he earned his spending money at various jobs. He worked as a news paper boy and setting pins at the local bowling alley. Un the summer time he was a caddy at a country club. At the age of seventeen he joined the Army serving three yeas in an infantry company during the Korean War. After the war he joined the Air Force, serving eight years during the Vietnam War. When honorably discharged, he went to work for Pan American Air Ways in New York City as an aircraft mechanic. After about six Years at Pan American Airways he quit and moved with his wife and two daughters to Phoenix Arizona. It was a safer place to raise the children. He worked in a large machine works as one of the managers, during his life time he has worked as a new car and new truck and used car salesman. He even tried phone sales for a couple of years. He worked as a manager in a grocery store. And he had, worked as a night watchman for a large lumber company in New York City. And security for a large grocery store chain. During his life time he has worked many other odd jobs.
He is now a writer and traditional formal poet. When growing up in North Tarrytown in upstate New York, occasionally his father would take him to the union meetings of the United Auto Workers Union. He saw and felt the pain the workers felt when they stood and aired their grievances. He lived through the time of the Second World War with Germany, Japan and Italy and saw the end of the war when the people danced in the streets and the troops came home