In the ’culture shock’ election aftermath, the unexpected ‘voice of America’ shattered my naïve misconception that the country had progressed in recent years. Lulled into a false sense of security by a façade of complacency, hiding the infestation festering beneath the surface, I had no idea how many Ku Klux cockroaches were clustering in closets until Trump opened the doors for them to come out. And out they came…

I remember when Dr. Martin Luther King was killed

In, “Sex, No Drugs & Rock’N’Roll (Memoirs Of A Music Junkie)” on the violence following the King assassination I wrote: