JUNIOR ACHIEVER: A Novel by J. A. Faulkerson (Excerpt)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I am feverishly working on my new novel “Junior Achiever”, but as I write, I, at times, like sharing a little something-something with my fans. What follows is nothing but a taste. Just know, I’m endeavoring to allow Junior Blevins, my main character, to share the steps he took to build his own platform for success.

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Silence as Roma took a few more bites from her sandwich.  As she chewed, I almost felt compelled to say something about the fact that she did not offer to fix me one.  In that moment, my heart was just too heavy. 

I peered over at Roma as she continued to consume her sandwich.  I noted her dress – black, loose-fitting shorts and a matching sports bra.  She had just gotten home from swim practice at the high school.  I found it difficult averting my gaze, as my eyes lingered over her moderately pimpled face and toned body.  Her head rose and she stared back at me, her toothy smile a clear indication that she knew I had been sneaking glances at her.       

“Your little brother gonna be mad at you,” she exclaimed with a chuckle.  “He done claimed me as his girl, you know?”   

“Are you?” 

“Should I be?” she quipped back. 

Her quick comeback caused me to rock back and forth in the recliner with laughter.   

“Answer the question, negro,” Roma said. “Should I be your brother’s girl, or should I be… yours?” 

I got up and joined her in the kitchen, standing at the head of the island directly across from her.  My hands were inserted into my sweatpants pockets.  I desperately wanted to give her a straight answer, but in that moment, I was at a loss for words.  I wondered how a relationship with her would work with Damian and I being taken into her parents’ home for respite, all to prevent us from coming into foster care.   

“What would your parents say?” I asked.  “Seeing us holding hands, kissing even?” 

“They wouldn’t know,” she replied, walking along the left side of the island to draw near to me.  “It would be our little secret.” 

She now stood in front of me, her interlocked hands resting on the island countertop.  I peered longingly into her brown eyes, getting lost in them as she stared back at me.   

I took a momentary glimpse at her pouty lips as my right hand reached over to cover her interlocked ones.  I then leaned in and pecked her on those same pouty lips.  When I drew back slightly, the expression on her caramel-colored face told me that she wanted a little more than what I was giving.   

That’s when she took matters into her own hands.  She grabbed the back of my neck with her right hand and pulled my mouth to hers.  When her tongue parted my lips and started swirling around in my mouth, I didn’t know what to do at first.  But then I followed her lead.  The swirling motion of my tongue started to match the swirling motion of hers.  But right as our French kissing intensified, the door leading to the garage swung open.  

I turned to my right, Roma to her left.   

There stood Damian in the open doorway – with Charley looming large behind him, his mouth agape – with an angry scowl on his dark face.    

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“My parents would have a fit if they had seen you locking lips with Roma,” Charley exclaimed moment later as we stood on the back patio.  “And you saw your brother’s reaction.  He up in his room, probably ballin’ his eyes out.  This ain’t gonna age well, dude.” 

I couldn’t shake the truthfulness of Charley’s words, but I also couldn’t shake my attraction to Roma, especially after discovering that these feelings were mutual.  But my heart ached for Damian.  While Roma considered his attraction to her as puppy love, 11-year-old Damian had real emotions for her.  Hell, Roma represented everything that was going well in his little world, his head really. 

“So, you’re saying I should back off, just ignore how I feel about her, how she feels about me.  Is that it?” 

“Yeah, man.  At least until Mr. Malcolm finds a new placement for your brother, you.  My parents find out, they gonna be sleeping with one eye open, the other eye closed.  Shit, now that I know, I’m gonna be doing that my own damn self.” 

“Why?  This has nothing to do with you.” 

Charley squared his shoulders with mine and proceeded to emphasize his statements with finger jabs at my face.  “Look, little nigga’, this has everything to do with me.  That’s why it has to stop now, ‘cause if I find out you knocking boots with my sister, I’m gonna break you in half.” 

Charley glared at me under a furrowed brow.  That’s how I knew he was serious.  I met his glare, then sheepishly looked away. 

He was right.  Our placement in his parents’ loving home was more important than my personal desires, which is another way of specifically saying my raging hormones.  But I also knew Charley didn’t want me being the reason Roma did not fulfill her fullest potential.  Like I said before, Roma was an over-achiever.  Even as a high schooler, she knew where she was going and what she wanted to do.  I didn’t have a clue. 

With that, Charley left me standing alone with my arms crossed on the back patio.  I sank into the corner of the back patio railing, the wooden plank pressing into my lower back and buttocks.  I faced the house, so when I looked up at Roma’s third floor bedroom window, I immediately spotted her looking down at me.  She pursed her lips to blow me a kiss.  I dared not blow one back, out of fear Charley would see me doing it.  Therefore, I shook my head somewhat vigorously and turned my back to her.  This girl, two grade levels ahead of me, was in hot pursuit of love, and I was that day’s designated prey.    

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“RETREAT OF THE CONQUERING OPPRESSOR” | A Poem by J. A. Faulkerson

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You came.

You saw.

You conquered.

You oppressed.

But now you’re reeling, from the impactful but nonviolent haymakers thrown in the 50s and 60s by Rosa Parks, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Mamie Till-Bradley, John F. Kennedy,, Nina Simone, Malcolm X, Ruby Bridges, Lyndon B. Johnson and others.

You, Conquering Oppressor, are trying to hide your depraved state of mind…

….body…

…and soul…

…by telling anyone who will listen that your actions were, and continue to be, permissible because of our skin color, our allegedly being members of a subordinate and inferior caste.

But all you’re doing now is hiding your crimes, the atrocities you committed, and continue to commit, against other human beings.

You know full well these crimes were, and are being, committed in the light of day to advance your priorities, enrich yourself and individuals that look like you, the ones who wear their whiteness like a badge of honor. 

We see you.

Or better said, we see right through you, a soul devoid of compassion, an unwillingness to embrace us, your more compassionate neighbors.

Do you ask yourself why we, your compassionate neighbors, remain compassionate, neighborly? 

Why we default to nonviolence when it is within our right to violently lash out at you?

I’ll tell you why.

We love you.

As siblings bound together by the blood of the risen Messiah, Jesus Christ.

And because our Lord and Savior is both merciful and transformative, we believe you have the capacity to change for the better.

Better means you, Conquering Oppressor, will come to recognize that your unrighteous acts are driven by hatred, buoyed by a superiority complex.

Better means you, Conquering Oppressor, cannot go it alone, that creating a more perfect union is an all-hands-on-deck proposition.

Better means you, Conquering Oppressor, must develop the capacity to love again, to be faithful to our God, kind to your neighbors.

We see that you’re repulsed by what we’re saying. 

We see that you want to retreat to the silo that prevents you from hearing the wise counsel of the compassionate and the neighborly.

But actions speak louder than words. 

That’s why we stand before you now, arms spread wide, waiting for you to step forward into our hearty embrace.

We see those tears, a testament to your newfound compassion wanting to see the light of day.

Take that first step, toward us, your compassionate neighbors.

Accept this kiss to your cheek as I accept the one you’re applying to mine.

Redemption feels good, doesn’t it?

Welcome to God’s More Perfect Union.

Copyright 2024 by Jeffery A. Faulkerson. All rights reserved.

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#BlackWordsMatter

Did you know that only six percent of traditionally published books among U.S. authors are written by black people?

I didn’t either until one of the organizers of the BLACK WORD MAGIC Authors, Illustrators and Publishers Fair made me aware of this fact during a lengthy telephone conversation in early August 2023. For the longest time, I thought this percentage was much higher, largely due to the success achieved by authors like Alice Walker (The Color Purple) and Terry McMillan (Waiting to Exhale), as well as the late E. Lynn Harris (Invisible Life) and Eric Jerome Dickey (Milk in My Coffee) during the 1990s and early 2000s.

While I had no reason to doubt the BLACK WORD MAGIC organizer’s report, I had to uncover these facts for myself. That’s when I came across an online article, written by Dimitrije Curcic (May 12, 2023), titled Black Author Statistics.

Curcic writes that while the number of black authors among U.S. authors stands at 6.28 percent, the share of black authors among all U.S. authors increased by 19.29 percent in 2020 compared to 2019. “With this huge jump occurring in 2020,” Curcic writes, “black authors were able to recover their 2014 numbers when it came to their share among all authors in the country.”

So, does this mean traditional publishers are more willing than not to publish books written by black authors?

Maybe.

When I continued my reading of Curcic’s online article, I learned that:

  • Over 10,727 black authors and writers are currently in the US as of 2020.
  • 2020 was great for black authors, as their number jumped by 20.38% compared to 2019.
  • This was also the first year in US history with over 10,000 black authors officially registered in the government database.
  • Before 2020, the number of registered black authors remained stagnant, hovering around 8,900 for several years.
  • Overall, since 2014, the number of black authors has increased by 21.88%, but it’s important to point out that basically all of these gains occurred solely during 2020.

The first question we black authors must ask ourselves is, “What costs must we pay to become published authors?” After this question has been answered, we must then determine if the black author-written books currently being sold are written in such a way as to not make white people feel uncomfortable. Knowing the latter will let us know whether the publishing industry continues to allow white prejudice, racism, discrimination and bias to determine which titles are worthy of traditional publication.

The Big Five Publishers – Penguin/Random House, Hachette Book Group, Harper Collins, Simon and Schuster and Macmillan – are not oblivious to the well-funded movement among white American conservatives calling for the banning of books promoting diversity, equity and inclusion.  They also aren’t oblivious to this assertion by white American conservatives that American teachers are teaching Critical Race Theory when they reference history specific to black Americans’ struggle for freedom, equal rights and protections under the law.  I write this because the publishing industry, just like the Oscars, has always been so white, seemingly suppressing black narratives so members of the white majority won’t be offended.

But know this: white audiences want to read these black narratives. The enlightened members of the white majority want to understand our struggle so they can work with us Blacks to right their white ancestors’ wrongs. More than anything, at least two-thirds of them want to stop the practice of harboring prejudice and bias toward us Blacks, for they know a focus on others (Blacks and other nonwhites) rather than themselves, their racial group, is the key to helping the American union become more perfect.

That’s why the banning of black books and the censorship of Black History are wrong. We Blacks did not achieve victories during Reconstruction and the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s and ’60s to see a small group of unenlightened, white American conservatives cry foul about how these books and this history make K-12 children and adolescents hate their country. Truly concerned white adults recognize these statements for what they are – lies – and should want their children to read black books and learn Black History so their children can get in touch with their selfless selves. The selfless self demands that one do unto others as he or she would have others do unto themselves. In the words of singer Aretha Franklin, all we Blacks want is a little respect, public displays of sacrificial affection.

But as I sat at my vendor booth at the BLACK WORD MAGIC Fair, watching avid readers of all racial hues flip through the pages of their next great black reads, I concluded that more work needs to be done to get black books into the hands of a diverse group of readers, including Whites. While we black authors have an obligation to write stories that speak to black people’s experiences in America, the fact still remains that many of us black authors just want to produce content that entertains, educates and enlightens.

There are a number of black-owned and operated publishing houses. I found 191 of them on Troy Johnson’s African American Literature Book Club site. Johnson didn’t apply a ranking system to these entries (he organized them in alphabetical order), but ever since I started writing professionally, the ones that I have been hearing about the most are Third World Press, Just Us Books and Triple Crown Publications.

That’s why I’m a fan of the African American Literature Book Club.  Johnson created aalbc.com as a place where readers can go to discover books written by both traditionally published and independently published black authors.

But we black authors also need to feel like we’re part of something much bigger than ourselves. That’s why I’m also a fan of the Black Writers Collective and the Hurston/Wright Foundation.

The administrators of the Black Writers Collective are committed to helping us members share and help each other become published authors through a mutual exchange of resources, insights, and sharing of experiences from which we grow.

Founded in 1990 by author Marita Golden and cultural activist Clyde McElvene, the Hurston/Wright Foundation offers in-person summer workshops, virtual courses and award ceremonies that celebrate and amplify black literary voices. Named after esteemed authors Zora Neale Hurston and Richard Wright, both Golden and McElvene believed more needed to be done to promote and honor African American authors.

But the black-owned and operated company that has been most responsible for helping me get the word out about my books is BlackPR.com.  Founded by business entrepreneur Dante Lee nearly 25 years ago, BlackPR.com offers the most extensive press release distribution to the Black media that I have seen, and has served over 5,000 clients.

That being said, while it is true only six percent of traditionally published books among U.S. authors are written by black people, the fact remains that we black people are never going to stop writing, sharing our individual and collective truths. If we have the audacity to call ourselves creative writers, our intent is to produce written works that entertain, educate and enlighten. Once our written works have been produced, it is our hope there will be readers standing at the ready to support our efforts with their dollars.

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