Sagittarius Rising


In the grand scope of this mockery of democracy we currently find ourselves in, I could unleash a 300 page dissertation of “I Told You So”. Today however, I will sit beside you and attempt to ease your befuddlement.

I took time away to process life, Changes had to made and the obvious outcome was not in my favor. So watching America tear itself apart under Trump made everything seem normal. It took me a while to get it. I got used to watching community affiliations blame other community affiliations for non community involvement in a community that averages 25% voter turnout in any given election.  Afro-Woke Folks vs Church Folk vs Muslim vs LGBT. It was like the pots calling the kettles black all over social media. I guess Trump getting elected and the blatant racism was the shock everybody needed to realize shit was getting real. When shit gets real, people panic.

When shit gets real, you have to change!

Things got super real for me this year. I changed jobs. This forced me to go from day shift to afternoons. I am now Divorced. Not the horror story most go through, Thanks to my  loving friend of the past 15yrs, but bone-jarring to my being none the less. I changed locations, missed events, even my diet changed.  I am quite sure my Best Friend Phette is pretty damn close to taking me out back and putting me out of my misery like an old mutt! However, slowly but surely. I started feeling something like myself  again. A little mutated by life’s boots to my ass but stronger because of it. Things are coming together. You will see in upcoming projects. I am owning my shit and taking charge. I had to change or die.

The African-American community has got to change. The Clinton vs Trump Election exposed every flaw in Afro-America. All the loudest, most unintelligent of us managed to shout over logic and wisdom. It was as if Afro-America in its response to an unpopular Hilary Clinton and obvious clown Donald Trump was to panic and unleash our own clowns. The bad part about our clowns is the fact they like to turn on each other. Nobody built any connections nor co-sponsored anything across any religion or belief. A lot of missed opportunities for unity but our clowns don’t want that. They effectively kept Black folk fighting Black folk for likes on social media to their dumbass videos.

The African-American Community must own its shit!

We have to own our shit and let these people go. We have to let go of the excuses. Especially the “The White man did… ” or “They wont let us..” common ones. Gotta vote and encourage the wisest and most honorable among us to run for office regardless of individual religion or social belief. there have to be some hands across beliefs if there is to be any further African-American movement in America. This change in African-American thinking will foster a stronger African-American collective. The change will require that African-Americans actually become a whole lot more respectful and tolerant of each other when we couldn’t be further apart. We don’t have time to mess around on this one.

Holla If Your Hear Me!

-Kelly Greene

P. S. Time for the NAACP to get off its ass and get in the GAME!

Matty Rich: New Book and Deep Thoughts


There is nothing I like more than a conversation with someone I never met. The exchange of ideas and experiences is well worth the time spent. However, nothing could have prepared me for the person I was getting ready to meet. That person would be director of “Straight Outta Brooklyn” and the 1994 classic “The Inkwell” starring Larenz Tate and and Jada Pinkett. He was in town promoting his new book “Bev”. Given the current racial climate, his visit and book couldn’t have been more timely.

As we sat down, he couldn’t be happier about the new book. He was very pleased at the response his book has been receiving . Matty raved about his co-author Andrea Williams and how she helped bring “Bev” to life. I saw the serious return in his face as he began to go in depth about “Bev”. At that moment I was all ears as he explained the story.

img_20160924_221300903.jpg                ” I read about Beverly Luther through a book by her sister Meridith Kopald. I found the story of a white social worker heading the call of Martin Luther King to help in the civil rights movement fascinating. I was drawn by her different perspective. I sought out Meridith and spoke at length about her sister. It was then, she gave me the go ahead to write the book.”. Matty noted that Beverly’s family has been very supportive and attended the first book signing in L.A.. Matty’s films “Straight Outta Brooklyn” and “The Inkwell are about family and “Bev” touches on that as well . During the Story, Bev challenges racism in her own family as well as lives with a Black family while in Mississippi. This he believes is the most important part!

As our conversation turned to the current racial climate, The significance of this book became clear. As Beverly spends time between the two families, she quickly learns the difference of two different Americas. Matty believes that our current racial problems in his own words “Cannot just be an African-American issue, it has to be an American issue. Only then, can we move forward.”. I believe he is right. Matty told me that even-though this book was originally pitched as a film, He is undecided on whether or not to go ahead and make the film. I hope he does. In the mean time, I will read this book.

Beverly Luther’s life experiences may shed light on how we can learn to have the conversations in our homes, challenge racism among those we love the most, and find that common bond that supersedes skin color and embraces our humanity.  Matty said to me “America has still nor properly faced civil rights.That’s why racism is still hanging around” He is correct but with books like “Bev” and people like ourselves, maybe we can get on the right track. Thank you for stopping by Matty Rich! Holla if you hear me!

-K. Greene

P.S. Coming Soon: “Bev” The Reveiw!

Justice For Who?



keep asking myself “How did we get here?”. The longer I thought about it, the answer became more and more clear.  However, more troubling thoughts emerged. The crazy part is we act as if we haven’t see this before. The truth is…we have and we keep on ignoring it. This time, ignoring it has caused the deaths of many innocent people.

The current state of America is in racial discord. Not really surprising given our history but it is now inflamed by the shooting deaths of innocent black males in Louisiana and Minnesota at the hands of white police officers violently caught on video. The outrage of those shootings has sparked more deaths including 5 Dallas police officers. White police killing innocent blacks is nothing new. It has happened in every decade since law enforcement began in this country.

While some may argue that our justice system has come along way since the 1800’s, African-Americans will argue that it has remained the same. It just looks different. It has always had a racist tone to it. Whites have always gotten away with things in the south if they can pin it on a African-American. Killing that African-American was a plus and it happened often. As technology grew, the truth got harder to suppress.  Micheal Brown, Eric Garner, Sandra Bland and countless other innocent African Americans  have died at the hands of the police. The officers who killed them get paid time off until they are subsequently acquitted. Protect the honor of the police is a must and no Justice for the families, just business as usual.  The deaths of Philando Castile in Minnesota and Alton Sterling in Baton Rouge, Louisiana broadcast on social media gave America a real look at what business as usual is when it comes to how police handle African Americans.

We are lead to believe that this is how all police view African-Americans but in fact, it’s only the bad ones. They are bad employees. They don’t steal stationary, take long lunches, or come to work late everyday. They are prejudice and recklessly kill minorities. In fact, they feel justified. In their minds, they are the law and what they say goes. Chief among them, violating the rights of minorities in order to do their job. There is nothing in the law which supports their beliefs. In fact, they violate their own code of protect and serve and also violate the law regarding innocent till proven guilty, and policies regarding the rights of an individual.

Yet these bad employees of the Police department are rarely if ever punished and we see the results in the news way too much. That is why I applaud San Francisco Quarterback Colin Kapernick for sitting during the National Anthem before a pre-season game.  If we are to be the country which stands for equality and freedom as we tell the world we are, we must take stands. Or in Colin Kapernick’s case, take a seat. We can absolutely mourn the police officers that have been killed in the line of duty during these restless days. We can also place blame and scrutiny where it belongs. On those bad employees of the Police force and the supervisors that fail to prosecute the law breakers in their own ranks. Our society cannot be at peace until that happens. Justice must be served!  Holla if you hear me!

– K Greene


A Real Model


Since my journey back to the Literary Arts, I have been called many things. Among them all, Role Model is the only one I have shied away from. I understand the gravity of being a Role Model and never thought I qualified. Teachers, Parents, and Celebrities I always thought bared that burden but I had a new thought.

In 1993, Nike along with Charles Barkley launched an ad campaign entitled “I am Not A Role Model”. In the commercial, he outlines that he is paid to score points, get rebounds, and be intimidating. Not raise your kids. That campaign was met with some backlash considering the amount of young people that looked up to him. He was a Role Model whether he liked it or not. However, that didn’t stop him from making mistakes on and off the court which made him a less appealing Role Model.  My mistakes in life are many more.

That’s why I often downplayed myself as a Role Model. At one time, I considered embracing myself as a Role Model. I thought my new purpose in life meant new responsibilities. That was short lived. A few years ago, my son’s oldest brother was shot and killed. He was not my biological son but we had a great relationship. We spoke often. It seemed that no matter how much knowledge I shared with him, it could not save him. I took it as failure and abandoned any thoughts of being a Role Model. However, I could not avoid all the young people in my life. It was them that helped me see the real problem.

Our young people live in an unforgiving social media society. Any mistake they make is quadrupled by public opinion once a friend puts it on social media. I have made tons of mistakes and being human, I am inclined to make a few more. Our youth need inspiration to move past mistakes. Whereas Role Models are assumed perfect representations, I tell the youth I am far from perfect. I am Real. Perfectly flawed like everyone else. My message to them is don’t strive to be like me but let me be a representation of part of the journey. I am a Real Model, not a Role Model. My success have come at the expense of my struggles. My legacy will be written over my struggles to come.

Holla if you hear me

-K .Greene

Born A Girl


Bishop Corletta Vaughn is no stranger to this blog. I have covered her extensively during the airing of “Preachers of Detroit” and also “Women Who Soar” her coaching and mentoring seminar for women. On April 9, 2016 she unveiled her latest game changer, Herself! In a brand new documentary “Born A Girl”, Bishop Vaughn reveals her struggle to become a world renown Preacher. Little did we know, her first struggle was being allowed to preach in the first place. Simply because she was a girl.

Being a preacher’s child often carries with it a natural knack for the word of God. So preaching her first sermon at the age of 4 in her mother’s salon should have been no surprise and was the first indicator that she will follow in her father’s footsteps. This would be no problem if she was born a boy. For in the Baptist church as well as other churches, women preachers were and still are strictly forbidden.  “Born A Girl” Takes you on a journey with Bishop Vaughn as she recalls the trials and triumphs that built the woman of God that she is. Everything from that fateful night her father Henry Lewis stood up for his daughter’s call on her life to preach to the murder of her brother in Memphis,TN. Nothing was easy. In this documentary, she exemplifies hard work and not taking no for an answer.

This is why she wanted this opportunity to tell her story. Because women are often told “No”.  Young girls with dreams of mighty things are told they can’t just because they are girls. Bishop Corletta Vaughn is seeking to destroy those barriers. You could tell by the faces of the guests in attendance, her message was getting across. So much so that once the credits rolled, a standing ovation was mandatory. Her mission, accomplished! Her documentary is arguably one of the most inspiring films any young girl can watch.

As a man watching this film, I felt even more compelled than ever to ensure that all women have equal opportunity succeed in this world. For man’s world would not exist without a woman’s contributions. In her documentary, Bishop Vaughn quoted an old African proverb “If you teach a man, you help a man. But if you teach a woman, you help a village”. This documentary will go a long way to doing just that. Because the first thing our young women need to learn is that being born a girl is the first step to becoming someone great! Holla if you hear me!

-K. Greene

UPDATE: I was so moved by the movie and the efforts of the Corletta J Vaughn Foundation, that I have decided will partner up. The tab at the top of the screen that says ” Support The Corletta J Vaughn Foundation ” will be there for you and anyone else to donate to their efforts to help women and girls! I will be pitching in and I hope you will also!

Self Inflicted Wounds


There are things that plague our community and we thought injustice and police brutality was tops on the list. In fact, it sparked a new movement entitled “#BlackLivesMatter”. This past Holiday season has opened my eyes to an even bigger problem. We seldom value our own lives. In the fight for peace in our neighborhoods, we are losing daily.

The man pictured above is Anthony Tolson. Arguably Detroit’s best on bass guitar. The truth of that statement may never be known now. Last Christmas eve, Anthony was shot and killed by thieves who carjacked him for his truck. The truck was found. His children’s gifts and his bass still in the back. One of the young men arrested for his murder indicated that they only wanted the rims. A few months later, A young man was shot and killed at Eastland mall. It was over a minor dispute in the mall but I continue to read his mother’s major heartbreak on Facebook everyday. Every week since then, there has been a murder here in Detroit, 90% of those under the age of 30.

It’s not just here in Detroit. Chicago, Miami, and Memphis have seen some of the most bloodiest days in their history in the past month. Guns are easy to get and easily stolen. Now that Micheal Jordan has released his latest color of his old throwback gym shoe. To my knowledge, there have been 3 fatalities due to being robbed for those shoes at gunpoint. These factors have driven people to the gun stores at record numbers. It feels more like we have given up.

We have given up raising our kids, We have given up mentoring our teens. We have given up passing knowledge of self and community. We have abandoned the notion that we can control our own; raise our own; provide for our own. We want to fight mass incarceration yet give into mass neglect. We, yes WE! We are the key to everything. Not lawmakers or lawmen. We who are in the neighborhoods everyday. It is We who must teach what really matters. Not Jordan’s, expensive rims, not even foolish pride, but the lives of every one who looks like you, lives like you, and in the future…will learn to believe in you. Holla if you hear me!

-K  Greene