Kelly  and our Uncle Calvin  To date, we’re becoming such an individualist’s society; it’s hard to picture weekly visits from aunts, uncles and cousins. We certainly see them at Family Reunions, special birthdays or specific holidays. But oftentimes in my writings I am struck with the number of times I mention weekend visits from family members when I was a kid. Sometimes they stopped by and had supper with us doing the week. It didn’t seem to matter if they lived nearby or across town. For a while, I was wondering if most of the black people in Milwaukee were relatives of ours. I knew better, but during that era, almost anybody that was anybody was a relative, married to a relative, courting a relative or at least a close associate of a relative that walked through the Hampton front door.

That didn’t include the Watkins man who peddled potions. He would sell small bottles of medicine or salves to put on skin rashes, etc. He also sold…ugh…Castor Oil and Dr. Johns. Those were two medications that kept me healthy as a son-of-a-gun. My stepmother would look at me and my stepsister as she heard him coming down the street, shouting “Watkins man, Watkins man…got yo medications right here…Watkins man.  One of us might have been coughing or sneezing before we heard his voice yelling as he approached our house. “You kids feel all right,” Mama would ask. “Oh sure, we’re fine mama, I was just clearing my throat,” we would anxiously reply. Neither one of us wanted any part of what the Watkins man was selling. Come to think of it, does anybody remember the Watkins man or someone like him in your neighborhood? Ours were just like the mailman. The only difference is you didn’t see him every day, not unless he and you, were visiting another neighborhood. For us, it was always the same guy. I swear that man walked the entire city of Milwaukee as his rumpled coat, well-worn shoes with one shoelace untied revealed the miles he’d traveled in any particular day. Wow, I must be tripping and getting off point. Sorry, I had not thought of this man in years.

Back to the point, it was so funny.  In grade school, sometimes we would find that one of our classmates was a cousin while talking about your uncle of aunt. That was one of my regrets in leaving my hometown to move to California. I took our kids away from that close family structure. Kids find comfort, protection and feeling of belonging within that type of structure. Outside or our immediate family, folks today hardly see their first, second, third or any cousins. Sometimes the logistics of it all plays a part. Relatives are in another town or state.

I would be remiss to bring up the fact that sometimes there is a long distance between family members living in the same house. We see the commercials, hear talk-show discussions, or read articles talking about the public growing relationship with its smartphone. Are you kidding me? And that takes the place of human companionship?  Well, that’s an issue in a psychologist area of expertise.

For me, I know how blessed I was, but what about those who don’t know who their parents are? What if it’s only one parent you never knew for whatever the circumstance? How about those children who are adopted?  There are surrogate mothers, sperm donors, overseas adoptions, children from unwed, dangerous or dependent lifestyle mothers who are taken in by loving families. The children’s current family could be the shining example of parenthood and people. That still does not halt the curiosity of a child who wants to know who their real parents are. And no matter how it ends up, sooner or later the child, teenager, or young person is going to want to know from whence and who they came. It is just the natural order of the human mind.

Some may think the digital age makes it easier for someone to locate a person or persons. In most cases, they would be right. All you have to do…is go to and half the battle is won.  Right, sign up to use the system, type in the subject person’s name and date of birth and you are on your way. Any more specifics you have about the person would help such as their last known address, siblings, mother or father. Sometimes you don’t know anything else other than their name or a small bit of other information. You see where I’m going with this?

We have a guest (Kelly M. Shea) on our October 29th Blog Talk Radio show that went through a personal search for her father’s relatives. Once she found them, she visited her newly found uncle Calvin, found a sister she didn’t know of and got to know other members from her father’s family,  Note: The picture in this article is her and her Uncle Calvin Hampton meeting for the first time. She didn’t stop there, she decided to research her father’s family tree, going all the way back to and before the Civil War. She became so good at it; she decided to search for of her mother’s roots.

If you have ever gone back in history, and do it as meticulously as she does, you will find the process begin to take various turns and you find out things you might not have ever guessed about your relatives and others.

My interpretation would be, it’s like rumbling around in an old closet and finding all these strange garments, hats and shows from back in the day. Or reading a newspaper clipping that informs you so-n-so was hanged in 1878 for stealing a chicken from the town meat market. Ms. Ida B Sure’s horse Newt went lame on the way to church the other day. You run into a lot of interesting and strange stories from old newspaper clippings and articles on the internet. In other words, the search can be rewarding as well as informative.

Once you hear Kelly’s story, as in what motivated her to search, how she searched, and why she continues to probe historical records seeking clues to deeper roots within her family, you will be impressed and moved. Personally I think it’s a very touching and moving story that depicts the ultimate in personal self-achievement. I don’t say this because I happen to be one of her found cousins. I say it because I truly believe her story could be a best-selling book, and maybe even turned into a movie. I have suggested she write a book. Maybe we will find out her plans on the show. Believe me when I say, you will hear an extraordinary researchers methodology as well as a genuinely nice person in Kelly Shea.

She is also an accomplished entrepreneur. She will give us the 4 -1 -1 on her Consulting, Credentialing & Billing venture. Working out of her office in Atlanta, GA., the LLC is called Physician Fees First LLC. You can reach her by email at Or visit her website at .

At any rate, we got her October 29th, Wednesday at 4:00pm. Join us for a great discussion on finding your roots and other subjects.

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,


Codis Hampton II

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DrOK, I always felt apprehension before going to the dentist. Put it this way, there are two pains that are unbearable to me, a headache and toothache. Whether it was to perform minor or major work, the possibility there would be a pain was too great to ignore. After seeing the fear in my face upon entering the exam room, most dentists would laugh or scold me for being such a baby. “Come on now, you’re a grown man,” most would say in disgust. I insisted they knock me out with gas or whatever. I always left their office afterwards thinking he or she is a Hack too. That is until I met Dr. Raymond Dorrough (pictured at left) shortly after moving to Pittsburg from Oakland in 1996.

He was recommended by a co-worker of my wife’s, who knew full well of my history in dealing with a dentist from Milwaukee to California. The co-worker assured my wife that he was the ultimate professional who honestly cared about his patient’s orthodontic health and comfort during every visit.

Because my teeth needed a little tender love and care, I decided to check him out. But before I did, I asked my wife to perform a trial run for me. Hey, don’t laugh, “For better or worse” that’s part of the marriage vows. She came back assuring me there was no reason to be concerned. Of course, she liked her dentist in Oakland too. I didn’t. Reluctantly, I decided to visit this dentist with the so-called easy touch.

As I lay back in his chair, I was sweating while still trying to tell myself it’s only going to hurt a little while. I’d warned him that I was not a happy camper when sitting in the dentist chair. I asked him to knock me out before doing any work. From the exam rooms wall speakers came the sounds of soft and easy jazz of our local radio station. “You’re listening to KBLX, the quite storm,” the DJ would say before playing another two-three cuts before airing a commercial. It’s too late, I thought as I waited after his assistant had x-rayed my teeth. I loved the music, but I am still a nervous wreck. Let’s get this pain and agony over with, you Hack.

Dr. Dorrough finally appeared after checking the x-rays. He assured me that there was nothing to worry about. X-rays revealed a need for some work, but we are going to take care of you. Don’t worry Mr. Hampton; you are in good hands, something like that, he said. I was still stuck on “a need for some work.” Placing one finger on the inside of my mouth, directly below the cheekbone, and the other on the outside. He began shaking my skin while giving me a couple shots of Novocain or whatever he used to deadened my entire mouth. I’m sure he saw the fear in my eyes at the size of that needle because he constantly gave me words of reassurance. He then left the room, returning after the shots had taken effect.

With my wide mouth open, his assistant squirting water for cleaning at his direction, he proceeded to drill holes in teeth that needed a filling. You know the drill, no pun intended. I could smell the decaying matter he was loosening and removing. Here comes the pain I kept thinking. While drilling, removing, and replacing cavity areas with clean fillings through-out my mouth, Dr. Dorrough and I was carrying on a conversation.  Oh, we talked about the political and social issues of that time. Of course, he did most of the talking while asking me what I thought. I found myself trying to comply with his wishes by answering him with my mouth wide open. He had this uncanny ability to understand what I was trying to say, never missing a beat as we continued to discuss the issues of the day. Because there was no pain, I was really becoming comfortable in this position. The music was playing, the conversation was interesting, the drilling-filling taking place, the assistant squirting with me spitting in a cup and actually enjoying this entire ordeal.

Finally, he tells his assistant, “that’s it; you can clean him up now.”  Finished, Wow! I would be forever grateful yet in shock and astonishment at what just happened. I’d never had this type of experience in a dentist chair. I drove home that day thinking this is my kind of dentist. I felt no pain during the shot, during treatment or any time after the appointment. My teeth felt wonderful and clean. I am still with Dr. Dorrough today who once performed a Root Canal on me. I didn’t feel pain during or after that procedure either. As of this date, he is still servicing his patients after almost thirty-two years as an independent yet experienced and quality neighborhood dentist.

Over the years, we have become friends with Raymond and his wife Octavia. Ever since I’ve known them Mrs. Dorrough has never been too far from her husband’s side. She works as his office manager in his dentist practice. A Louisiana native and inspiring cook, she and her husband surprised us by bringing over a pot of her exquisite chili and other foods after my wife’s foot operation a few years back. According to the back cover of his book, “Latter Reign,” he and his wife co-pastor a transcultural, interracial ministry known as Love Christian Fellowship World Outreach Church of Pittsburg, California. He is a conference speaker, television guest, and one of the prophets God has ‘salted down. I know first-hand he is still a minister, speaker, thought-provoking conversationalist, exceptional dentist, and an all-around nice guy.

As an author, Dr. Raymond L. Dorrough is credited with the publication of six books. Among the six are The Nine Gifts of the Spirit, The Handbook of the People of Color in the Bible, The Maturation of the Christian, and the aforementioned Latter Reign (An Omnipotent God and His Omnipresent Kingdom).

Two more of his books have garnered the most attention, both published in 2008, revised and updated in 2014. The first of which is “Christian Dreams and Visions,” the subtitle of which is “Understanding Part of the communication of God, A Key to Discernment in these Last Days.” In its Preface, he writes, “All dream interpretation comes from God, and we must ask Him to give us the ultimate meaning of our dreams and visions. The Bible is the source of interpreting all visions and dreams. Listen to the wisdom of God, To the law and to the testimony: if they speak not according to this word, it is because there is not light in them (Isaiah 8:20) Interpreting visions and dreams–for over twenty years—is a gift that was given to me when I was baptized with the Holy Spirit. This information has been presented as a guideline to help you navigate these waters.” He concludes with “This information, on visions and dreams, is shared in all humility.”

The other book, The Biblical Significance of Numbers also reveals the author’s intention in its Preface. He writes, “A few years ago, I was impressed by the Spirit of God to study the biblical meaning of the numbers that were referenced in the Holy Bible. It is here that I humbly share my research and finding in this area. The material is fresh and will give you a greater insight into the Scriptures. It is through the numbers located in the Scriptures that God has placed his stamp on the Holy Bible. The book is written in a tabular fashion so that you can look up a particular number and find its meaning quickly or you may choose to study a particular number and find the Scripture reference where it located. The context of the Scripture will reveal its meaning.”

He is a man comfortable in his profession, his calling with God, and his skin. For a more private consultation with Pastor or Doctor Dorrough, contact him at Tell him I sent you. Even better yet, join us on Hamp’s Corner of America, October 15th at 4:00pm for a live interview with the good Doctor, Minister, Prophet and Author. Call into 347-237-4908 with your question during the interview. If you cannot be there at the time, remember, after the broadcast you are able to access this and any one of our shows at your convenience by clicking on the following link.

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,


Codis Hampton II

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Empowerment BlogAfrican-Americans are suffering from a hangover. From recent headlines, we have been forced to drink from the media’s blitz potion that contains police beatings, shootings, and killings of our folks. There is domestic violence in the NFL, and child abuse. Some of these ingredients have left us questioning our own up-bringing. Some folk recall that the old question put to song back-in-the-day that asked “Why is everybody picking on me?”  Those are just the extra spices added to this potent liqueur. It already contained political setbacks, loss of property value and going through the foreclosure process ending with the loss of personal property. The initial brew was stocked with losing top minority status, and watching a political party twisting a sitting black president ideas, words, accomplishments, gaffes, and errors, into a strong windstorm of doubt among those who put him in office for two terms.

We woke up with a Sunday morning hangover that kept many from getting out of bed. We drank tomato juice with pepper, tried all kind of home remedies to rid us of this hangover. We could not turn on the TV, read the newspaper, magazine, log on our computers, or talk to a friend without someone trying to force-feed us again with the same potent liqueur. The manufactures are trying to add a sparkling wine to the concoction. Wow, that’s all I need, bubbles popping off in my head to go along with this hangover.

As we lay there with our brain calming down in the silence of our homes, we began to see what is happening. You’ve read some of these tactics in the history books. In short, it’s the old tried and true divide and conquers rule. And while our brewers are at it, they zap their targets self-esteem; causing them to question not only who they are but what kind of people were their parents.

Whoa! Despite the pain in your head, you sit up in the bed. This is year 2014, not 1850. People are equipped with too much knowledge including tools to gain additional knowledge for those types of tactics to work at this particular time.

You call your friend back and tell them we as a race of people should no longer feel the need to apologize for being who we are. Our parents got us this far with the discipline used while instilling common sense in our brain even if most of us do not have a Harvard like education.  The facts are our people span the gamut of educational backgrounds, various training in specific areas of expertise.  We are doctors, lawyers, judges, entrepreneurs, CEO’s of major corporations, policemen, nurses, who have extensive experience in these positions. Alright, a couple of sports team players are having issues with their significant others. They are young with too much money, acting dumb with no real direction, or a couple has a misunderstanding of how to and at what age to discipline their children. Despite what Fox News and conservative talks shows says, it doesn’t reflect on all of us.

By now, you’ve instructed your friend, to call the fellows and the girls together for an important meeting. As your head continues to clear, you remember conversations you’ve had with many others. The subject matter has been brought up in blogs and articles you’ve read, correspondence you have received in the mail or via email. The bottom line, you and others like you, are so done with drinking this kind of liqueur. As the old folks say…that’s right…”we are sick and tired of being sick and tired.”

We as buddies, or married couples, groups of friends, neighborhoods, communities, and finally as a nation of people are all going to climb out of this barrel of crabs and become self-sufficient. We are going to create wealth among ourselves through financial empowerment.  

As we move forward, let’s not get hung up on those in our ranks who have impressive credentials. They may have the title Doctor in front of their name, or they may just wear a doo-rag with an imprint of the African flag and talk about “black power for the people.” Nobody is talking about killing the police or paying back whitey for years of racial abuse. It’s unproductive and a waste of energy and time. You’ve seen the type, heard them and know of them. I saw the speech of one such individual the other day that stated, “Contrary to what anybody tells you (whether it’s from a black mouth of white mouth), anybody in America that tells you that you are progressing is LYING to you. Black folk in proportional comparative terms are regressing. You have not moved one eye iota from where your were in 1860, (on the eve of the civil war). You are still on the bottom of the ladder.”

You don’t have to be very intelligent to understand that slaves had no rights. They were considered chattel and as such did not even have a last name. Some were just known by their number on a plantation owner’s ledger. It is different now. The very fact that I have the capability and freedom to write this blog proves we have progressed.  Without recalling the Emancipation Proclamation and a long history of our people suffering afterwards up and through the civil rights era of the sixties and today, the individual has the audacity to say there has been no change. We have not progressed at all? We know better.

Although I may agree with the speaker when he says economic indicators say, we are still at the bottom.  During this time and era we are armed with greater intelligence and the ability to enhance our knowledge in specifics via  tools at our disposal. We are mainstreamed enough to begin our own infra-structure. We just need the collective mindset and impetus to move as an organized body.

Again, the goal should be and is Financial Empowerment and Self-Sufficiency. We have the means; we have the will, and desire to set our own path to the future. We don’t need a gigantic organization, but we do need small satellites all with a common goal in mind and deeds.

And let me remind all of you of the mid-term elections happening in early November.  Republicans are already salivating at the prospect of taking over the Senate. How much longer after that happens do you think it’s going to take the House and Senate to draft impeachment articles directed at President Obama?  We cannot count on Government, except when it’s legally their right to help with our cause. I go back to another one of my grandparents words of wisdom, “Boy, when you out there trying to make something of yourself, remember you are on your own.”  We are on our own folks. Our destiny is in our hands. We can’t afford to wait any longer, I am ready. Anyone care to join me. First stop, organization. Whose with me?

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,


Codis Hampton II

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I saw a FaceBook shared posting the other day that said “Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile & who Love you.”  There were 114,172 who saw it and 1,366,941 who shared it. I know, those numbers seem backwards or something, but that is what FaceBook reported.

On the surface, this seems like a very nice thought and comment on who and what a family should be. Then again, let’s look deeper into that statement. The entire posting is one-sided. By that I mean, it’s coming from the perspective of someone who wants to be accepted by you with no strings attached. It’s like that saying “Unconditional Love.”

Sorry, life is not black and white and neither is being a part of the family.  Being loved by family members and being accepted as part of the family are two different issues. Going to the extreme, if you are a murderer, child molester, Junkie, or rapist, family members may not deny you but are not happy to see you at the family reunion. Not unless you have paid your debt to society for your crimes and have changed your criminal ways.

For lesser crimes against people, or say you have some of the following personality quirks.  You are a liar, thief, selfish to the core; disrespect your spouse (man or woman), and treat people as your servants or use them to further your needs without any remorse or consideration of the emotional effect it may have on them. You are branded as untrustworthy and are not a very nice person. Those are not acceptable traits for any human being much less welcomed behavior by family members.

To be a family member in good standing, so to speak, your are responsible for being a good person which makes you acceptable and loved for who you are by man and family. Don’t ask people or family to support your unsociable behavior under the guise of “Unconditional Love.”

My wife and I are celebrating our 46-year anniversary today (August 31). Any couple that has been together for over two years will quickly tell you that it not always peaches and cream. I would rather stay with someone who I love, has my back and lets me know on a daily basis my love is returned in kind, than not. Relationships are nurtured by each or all involved, especially if you’re speaking of family. That is a major point not realized by some people.

People, especially family members, want to trust you with anything they own. That includes their emotions, like love, caring, devotion, and physical things such as money, furniture, car, etc. When a friend/family member violates that trust, there is a steep price to pay. They may not ever trust you as they once did, depending upon the severity of the mistrust.

A quote from my favorite online church pastor of St Paul’s Baptist Church out of Richmond, VA says, “The character in you will shape the choices you make. And…the choices you make will shape the character in you,” Dr. Reverend Lance Watson.

Yesterday, my wife and I drove to Stockton because we were invited to her former co-worker (Toni) mother’s birthday party. They have remained friends although Toni has since moved out of state and still visit family in the Bay Area. My wife and Toni haven’t worked together in over thirty-four years. There we were helping her and family celebrate mother Adelaide Jacobs birthday who was all of 97 years old. Food, refreshments, and cake were served at one of Ms Jacobs’s son’s house.  When we arrived, and were going through the introductions of shaking hands, the first family member told me, “We don’t shake hands, this is a hugging family.” Without breaking stride, we proceeded to hug everybody we met, including teenagers and kids.

I took pictures with my camera, promising to send them to Toni’s email. Numerous family members were recording the event with tablets, and taking pictures with phones and cameras too.  Grandma Jacobs were just thrilled by all the attention and great gifts she received including a 49er pendant (my favorite) and kindle. One of her daughters reads a letter of birthday congratulations recognizing her time on this earth sent from the White House.  Barack and Michelle Obama signed it.  Her family made their mother proud, and she said as much with her heartfelt words after opening her gifts.

I felt privileged to be invited to someone’s home and being received in such a family member way. At 97, living at home with a son, fully alert and talkative, albeit using a walker to get around, Grandma Jacobs was doing her family thing. Just before we left, I told her I liked her 49er pendent. She told me her husband once had seats at the old Kezar stadium used by the team. I also told her I hoped to make 97. “It’s a grand time to be alive as long as you have a family,” She jovial replied. I kissed her and said goodbye.

As previously stated, people want to trust you in their home, around their family. Just as family members want to trust you with their physical and emotional possessions. The black family structure is there as always. Despite what the media says or doesn’t say, our black family structure is alive and relevant. One just has to ignore the haters, racist, certain national talk shows and Fox News. Look no further than your family.

The question boils down to, as it always does in any relationship, what are you bringing to the table? Keeping in mind, we are talking about individuals eighteen-years-old and above.  Despite what you hear on the airways, most black people know how to raise their children. The one tried, and true way has been passed down from generation to generation since the Emancipation Proclamation. Most one or two parent households will provide love, religious background, plus soft to stern discipline given out as needed. The only deviation from this pattern is that Grandpa and Grandma usually softens their disciplinary rules as they get older. That’s why children love to be with their grandparents.

Given that scenario by the time most black children reach eighteen, they know the difference between right and wrong.  They’re normally well-mannered, at least in front of family grownups. The difference in our society is those thugs who commit the most horrendous crimes against their own and others are usually individuals who did not have the aforementioned structure. The reasons are too many to cover in this blog. As for those wayward souls who had, but lost that family structure, yes, you are family. But then, you have to take responsibility for your actions and role as a family member. Do you feel me? Or better yet, listen to my oldest son, Rich Tycoon’s “My Family” song at .

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,


Codis Hampton II

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Liberty Bell Old PhillySuper highways, coast to coast, easy to get anywhere. On the transcontinental overload, just slide behind the wheel..How does it feel…                                                                                                                                            When there’s no destination that’s too far?                                                                                    And somewhere on the way you might find out who you are…

Living in America.                                                                                                                           Eye to eye, station to station.                                                                                                      Living in America.                                                                                                                         Hand in hand, across the nation.                                                                                                 Living in America.                                                                                                                                 I got to have a celebration, rock my soul.

Who comes to mind and what visions do you see when you read those lyrics from the Godfather of Soul, James Brown’s cut on his Godfather CD? Besides envisioning JB, in blue, immaculate placed sequence short jacket, black open color shirt, matching tight fitting slacks while seeing his black cowboy boot styled heels shaking and shimmering back and forth as a man is on his toes doing his James Brown dance.

Smokestack, fatback, many miles of railroad track.                                                                          All night radio keep on runnin’ through your rock ‘n’ roll soul.                                                                                                                                                  All night diners keep you awake on black coffee and a hard roll.                                                   You might have to walk a fine line, said you might take a hard line.                                                But everybody’s workin’ overtime.

Living in America.                                                                                                                            Eye to eye, station to station.                                                                                                       Living in America.                                                                                                                         Hand in hand, across the nation.                                                                                                  Living in America.                                                                                                                                 I got to have a celebration.

You may not be lookin’ for the promised land.                                                                                But you might find it anyway. Under one of those old familiar names like New Orleans, Detroit City, Dallas, Pittsburg P.A., New York City, Kansas City, Atlanta, Chicago, and LA.

I live in America, Say it, say it loud, I live in America…Wait a minute. I feel good.

My intent here is to get you thinking of the most recent James Brown performance you’ve seen. Hopefully, you saw Chadwick Boseman’s Oscar nominating portrayal of the late great JB; you got a glimpse of who the happy feet individual was and a glimpse of his life story? In short, he was a Black American. I know, some years ago, we were colored; others, black, and now we are African-American. Same people mind you, just a different designation.

James Brown was born to a set of dirt poor sharecropping parents, who one by one deserted him. The reason they left don’t matter. What we have to remember is the result, or how James turned out. What did he make of his life? It’s well-chronicled in books and the film, “Get on Up.”

In certain circles, we read or hear some black and other people say African-Americans are not welcomed in the United States.  How does that go again? People who were bonded over a 100 years cannot ever loosen the chains that once enslaved them. Or how about that bold fatalistic opinion by some blacks (and others) that says we as a people in America are not now nor will we ever be free. I do understand where they are coming from, however, as in life; everything is not always black and white.

In contrast, Nielsen and the National Newspaper Publishers Association (Black Press of America) collaborated for three years, with Nielsen and the NNPA releasing a report in November of 2013. Its report stated “Black’s purchasing behaviors and viewing patterns are indeed different from the Total Market population.” It went on to say, “Companies and marketers seeking to establish meaningful connections with this important consumer group can further enhance a brand’s ability to grow by understanding these unique differentiating demographic, shipping, buying, viewing, digital, and mobile trends. Further understanding of the various generations and gender dynamics within the population is also essential for marketers who want to maximize business opportunities.” Sounds like we as black business people have some homework to do.

Just so we are clear, “Nielsen Holdings N.V (NYSE: NLSN) is a global information and measurement company with leading market positions in marketing and consumer information, television and other media measurement, other intelligence and mobile measurement.” It’s headquartered in New York with a presence in approximately 100 countries. They called the report “Resilient, Receptive, and Relevant. The African-American Consumer, 2013 Report.” Every entrepreneur, black students in grade, middle, high school and beyond should have a copy of this report. You can Google it, print out a copy for your friends or family members. In my mind, it’s a must read for black folk in general.

Resilient, Receptive, and Relevant, Ummm…you don’t hear those words bandied about when they are talking about black Americans on the talk shows, nightly news and certainly in most-political circles. You certainly don’t hear that from the GOP or certain police departments. You may if you watch some MSNBC news program. We just hope those news stations do not go up against “The Atlanta Housewives” or Love and Hip Hop in Atlanta.” Hey, sometimes I watch those shows too. I just make sure; that is not all I watch. Because I can only take so much nonsense before I have to have a real reality check, you feel me. The report says that no group (37% more) watches more television than African-Americans.

But more to the point, the report stated that black American consumers are resilient. We are receptive and relevant. The report has forecast Black buying power to increase from the present $1 trillion level to $1.3 trillion by 2017. They also stated of the $75 billion spent on media ads including the internet, only $2.24 billion of that was targeted to Black audiences.

There is no other country, except our country, in this world that can throw out statistical figures like that. There is no other country, other than the United States of America, again…our country, where Black Americans can amass so much-economic power. And even today, there is no other country where a black person can go from rags to riches on talent alone (like James Browns and countless others) except America. And ironically, which is how I will put it, there is a little invention called the computer which opens up a wealth of knowledge and opportunities for black people and other Americans to raise their current status of life, by several means. Basic education (the more specialized, the better), creativity, and common sense enhances ones capabilities. Keeping in mind there are countless Harvard, Stanford, and other renowned collegiate graduates that do not have common sense.

Racism, racial profiling, cops killing or beating black folks, crime in the streets, crooked politicians, negative stereotypes, etc. are all societal issues that can change and in some cases eliminated if we put our “Economic Buying Power” behind workable solutions. Let me clarify, rioting in the streets, destroying commerce in our community does nothing to stop those issues. It just makes us look bad in the eyes of people we will need as allies. We also know there are people of all colors waiting in the wings for something, anything to jump off.  They work better at night because their sole intent is to steal. Let’s help the media identify those individuals and disassociate ourselves from that crowd. Why the media, because it’s those pictures in papers, film on the nightly news that help people form their opinion of what is going on. And as you know, pictures might not tell the entire story, but that’s a game being played these days. We have to get our story out to the masses too. Additionally, we as a people need to get up off our butts, march down to city hall in significant numbers and demand accountability from those in charge. We should flood our political representatives with emails and letters of complaint. Hold them accountable at election time and for God’s sake vote. In unison, we should also begin to boycott all those entities that support these institutions no matter how long it takes. Stop spending your money at outlets and malls that have no interest in you or your community. Let them know that you, your family and friends, your community will not buy their products unless there is a change in their policies. Yes, use that Economic Buying Power to effect the changes. The dollar bill doesn’t have to march, debate, or beg to make a point. It just needs to be redirected to send a message.

Even at that, where else would you as a Black American want to live? Do you really have to think about it? No one in this country should ever make us feel that this is not our home. History tells us we have earned the right to be here, even more so than some others. Nevertheless, we can and should work with any other American to make our country better and more responsive to the people’s needs, not the wealthy. We should also know that everybody with wealth is not a bad guy.Those with wealth, who have made it their primary business to work in the foregrounds, backgrounds and underground to limit freedoms essential to the average Americans (specifically people of color) growth and potential need to be stopped by means they understand. Cut off the money flow. We know who they are; they have come out of the shadows more and more in the last ten years or so.

When we start thinking with our wallet in lieu of our pride, temper, or trying to get paid at anyone’s expense, our communities will benefit from those efforts. We should ask ourselves how many buildings and homes do we own in our neighborhood? It’s all right to wear the latest styles; everybody should be able to make themselves feel good. But should we be “dressed down” whether going to the gym or concert while riding in a Lexus, BMW or Mercedes? Maybe we should wait a few years on the expensive car and buy a house in which we currently live.

Finally, we hear negative talk on a daily basis at work, play and in our homes. Negativity, a harsh sounding word, can be used to stunt growth, zap feelings of self-worth, or keep one in a state of aimless wondering of who you are, what you want out of life, or who you can become at any age. You never hear negative people use adjectives like Resilient, Receptive, and Relevant.  At some point in life, one has to realize that the person most responsible for your happiness is you. That is the day you begin to become comfortable in your skin. Personally, because of numerous reasons, I completely felt that way at age thirty. Believe me when I say it is an amazing feeling of accomplishment. The Nielsen report goes a long way in pointing out which age group and where African-Americans spend their money. There is no doubt; how you spend your money tells people who you are. You can believe that.

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,


Codis Hampton II

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I love a good western. The old classics like “The Big Country” with Gregory Peck, “Tombstone” with Kevin Costner or Burt Lancaster playing Wyatt Earp, “Posse” with Mario Van Peebles and too many others to mention here. I try to catch Marshall Dillon-Gunsmoke reruns whenever I can. It’s another classic western TV series.

The cowboys, drifters, town drunk, gamblers, barkeeper, and lawman wore a six-gun, carried a rifle or shotgun for defense. Of course, others carried guns to defend themselves against those who carried weapons for defense. Yep, as they used to say, “everybody but our women folk is toting.” Then again, you can find many women in western yore that not only wore or carried guns on their person but participated in gunfights’.

Obviously, I’m old enough to have played cowboys and Indians in the old neighborhood as a kid growing up in Milwaukee. Saturday morning TV was reserved for westerns right after the airing of cartoons.

Eventually, the wild west of yesterday progressed. The people in towns like Dodge City, Kansas; Tombstone, Arizona; Deadwood, South Dakota and others got tired of replacing storefront windows. There was entirely too much time spent patching up walls from stray bullets from some drunken cowhand who decided to shoot up the town because, and get this–they wanted to have fun. The locals got tired of diving on the floor every time a gunshot was heard. More importantly, they were tired of burying innocent bystanders, some of them children, who were hit by stray bullets from a gun fight or ranch hand in town on payday to, get this–let off steam. The weapon of choice back then was a six-gun normally carried in a holster supported by a belt. I’m not trying to insult anyone’s intelligence here, but that meant the pistol could only shoot six bullets, before you had to reload. So yes, they collectively decided as most people did across this country, guns should be carried by law enforcement officials. You could still have your rifle, shotgun or pistol, but they should be carried on hunting trips. Or you could fire weapons for sport at designated areas such as a firing range. Those who “wanted to have fun” or “let off some steam” would have to find other means of excitement. One could say the West, along with the rest of the US, had become civilized. Yep, common sense had prevailed.

Fast forward to the early nineteen-eighties and I remember having discussions with people in my Oakland neighborhood about being “strapped.”  Unlike the sixties, when strong disagreements may have been settled by a fist fight, if it came to that, a lot of dudes had taken to carrying pistols. Their overall reasoning was that it was better to have one than be caught without a gun and unable to defend yourself.  I offered my sixties reasoning that said if you carried a gun you would probably meet someone who would make you use it or eat it. That statement was met with a loud no comment or “Don’t worry, I’ll use mine.” A lot of the guys were older men. According to them, they were not going to try to box with one of these crazy youngsters who were half their age.  And they were not going to take a beating so in the end, they would shoot them. They weren’t looking for a fight, mind you, but was not running from one either. Talk about history repeating itself.

Today, from all indications, including viewing, reading and listening to daily newscast, everybody is packing. Young children, teenagers, young men and woman, older and even older men and women now have a concealed weapon. We are not only talking about areas where the law has recently changed to allow regular folk to carry concealed or un-concealed weapons. This change comes at a time when a fist fight will no longer settle disagreements. If that happens, one has to be prepared to fight the combatant’s entire family. Remember the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s feud? What are we teaching our children with these examples of violence as the norm rather than the exception?

Currently, there are street gangs, the mentally retarded, your regular and past the  breaking point nut cases, the Mexican Cartels, smugglers of people and narcotics, shooting at each other, as well as innocent bystanders.  Retail store owners, private security officials, neighborhood watch personnel, including those allowed to carry guns, join law enforcement officers. All are carrying weapons of mass destruction.  A quick glance into their eyes reveals they are on the edge.  They are not alone; the entire public is on the edge these days. Who knows what will set someone off?

Yet there is one enormous difference from the days of the western yore and today. You know them by name; they are called Uzi’s, Glock’s, Military Assault Rifles, and other weapons that can fire 17, 32, 55 or some other ridiculous number of rounds per minute. These weapons are made for killing people not game. Given the national death rates by gun violence, mass murders, daily reports of shootings by whomever in an attempt to kill somebody or a bunch of people, we can truly say that we are back in the Wild, Wild West. It doesn’t matter if you are in the east, north, or south, the terminology still applies.

How can we, who call ourselves an evolved society, protector of human rights, and respectful of life and death allow such hideous crimes by criminals, psychopaths and the like? Not only do we seem helpless in curbing violence in our neighborhood streets, schools and other public places, but have watched a growing problem become more commonplace.

It seems on a monthly basis, some civil servants or individuals across this country have begun using their weapon’s and or professional skills (choke holds) to attack and even kill the innocent without fear of retribution from the authorities, we the people, put in place to ensure these types of acts do not happen in the first place. We still have the means of checks and balances to change the system but are reluctant to do so because?

When hiring officials place policemen in our communities who are ill-trained, carry real or imaginary grudges against certain individuals, or listen to and are guided by superiors who are worse than gangsters themselves that is a recipe for “soft singing and flower bringing.”  In other words, what follows is a funeral. You feel me?

The responsibility for how our local or national politicians, local responsible authorities, act and react to our questions falls on us. We are the people who put these people in place. I know, some might say there is a segment in our society that support these dinosaurs who have erected a “police thyself wall” against those who would tear down their little wall of resistance. The answer in five words is “They can be replaced too.”

We as a society have to ensure that we are our community and nations conscience. And as such will take the necessary action to put individuals in place that respect the rule of law and order being the same for one and for all. We, in the community, have to let the neighborhoods thugs know, by legal means that their type of terrorism will not stand. We can no longer stand by and watch innocent babies being shot or die because they were caught in the middle of a gunfight while playing in the park. We as parents must show our children what it is to be loved and just as importantly how to love one’s self and neighbor. How we should respect the wishes and rights of others like we would want them to treat us. In short, we are responsible for the type of environment we live in. If not us, then in God’s, name who?

In honor of Black Women for Positive Change & National Summit Council’s, August 16-23, 2014 “National Week of Non-Violence,” we support such a worthy and community directed cause.  And here is…


(1) Host “Talking Sessions” at home with children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews and neighbors to discuss non-violence and anger management;

(2) Use social media, blogs, TV, Radio, Newspapers, music, poetry, rap film, highlight how communications tools can help to transform angry attitudes into non-violent behaviors, in everyday relationships;

a. Hear BW4PC on July 22nd on Urban View, Sirius XM Radio, Channel 110 @ 10 am/EST;

b. During Week of Non-Violence listen to Hamp’s Corner of America Blog Talk Show

c. Adapt the song “Shake the Hand of a Non-Violent Woman” to your target audience. Song composed by Maxi Jeffs, United Kingdom, listen on YouTube:

(3) Attend National Summit on Non-Violence in District of Columbia, Saturday, August 23, 2014, 9 am – 5 pm, at Metropolitan AME Church, WDC. (see attached flyer);

Register free at

(4) Organize anger management/conflict resolution workshops at local recreation centers, faith institutions and/or schools;

(5) Screen the youth violence prevention film “On 2nd Thought” in your community. Film is available free via YouTube at; DVD copies can be ordered from the website;

(6) Work with National and local organizations to organize Community-Based Non-Violence Summits in U.S. cities and neighborhoods. Post up your events at:

(7) Urge Elected Officials and celebrities to issue Proclamations, Resolutions and Letters in support of the National Week of Non-Violence. See postings of 2013 Non-Violence Proclamations at:

(8) Donate a minimum of $20+ to Black Women for Positive Change to underwrite expenses for National Week of  Non-Violence. Note: BW4PC is not receiving government grants or corporate funding. Go to “DONATE” at:


Peace and make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

Codis Hampton II

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While compiling my next book, entitled “The Episodic Thoughts of Hamp”  which includes blogs I’ve written as far back as 1999; I came across this one. It was written in March of 2002. It’s funny to look back and see where my mind was at the time. Look for the book this fall, meanwhile please enjoy….

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Baby Boomer in the House

I can’t lie. I have been thinking about it. It’s not something I think about every day. Yet…it does cross my mind. One can’t help but notice the change in the immediate environment around them. Primarily the people around you change or should I say react differently to you, especially the young and even younger people. After all, there are lots more of them and they are pretty vocal about their life’s experiences. And there are a lot of people younger than I., However, I am not dead, senile, or simply old fashion. Yo! Baby Boomer is in the house.  Over 50 years old and counting. What…What! Better recognize!


They broadcast a segment of the increasing number of Centenarians on a recent CBS Sunday Morning Show.  There are currently 70,000 people, 100 years old or older in the United States. The shocking fact is by the time the baby boomers (some of us) reach 100 years old we may be in the company of 4 million strong.  Say What? You can be sure; most will still be active in some type of meaningful way to society. As Joan Rivers said during her segment on the show, most people will be amazed at how wise we are. “That’s because all of the people who knew how stupid we were are dead” she joked. Hmmm! She may have a point.


Anyway, believe it or not, there are people who think we are over the hill. They want us to move out of the way so they can come through. We are, at least they think we are, player hating. They sample our songs from back-in-the-day. They sample or sometimes copy our clothing of the same era. The automobile styles are reverting back to the days of cool. I swear…even the tasty treat of a malt (not a shake) and a greasy hamburger has found its way back in the society of today.  If you don’t believe me…check out the popular In and Out Burger joint. In Milwaukee, the back-in-the-day burger joint is called Checkers. How many similar fast food joints can you name in other cities around the country?


The flip side is some people who are our age or a little older wants us to act as if our life is over…boring. They are in their fifties and act as though they are in their seventies.  I have a pain full knee sometime so I can’t dance as well as I could during my early twenties. So what!  Hell, I had lost a few quality moves by the time I reached thirty and even more when I reached forty, and so on. Presently, I can make more moves standing in one spot by moving my body than some young folk can while moving their feet all over the dance floor. Why? Because I want to, that’s why.  You feel me?


My point is; I intend to shake my rump to the funk until its surgical replaced. And even then, I am going to shake whatever I can until my last dying breath. In fact, I think I want to be buried with my CD player, a few choice CD’s such as Earth, Wind & Fire, The Ohio Players, Stevie Wonder, and Aretha Franklin for the voyage to the hereafter. I also want my favorite Ronnie Laws, Crusaders, George Benson (Box Sets), Wayman Tisdale, and George Duke CD’s in the coffin with me. Tell them not to forget the earphones. I wouldn’t want to disturb anybody.  At that time and with all due respect to God, it will be a dead man cruising on his final trip.


This ME GENERATION is foreign to us. We have a hard time relating to the idea of being responsible only when it benefits one’s self. It is extremely rare to find someone from the baby boomer generation willing to step on another person’s back to reach a personal goal. We came along when songs, families, friends, and even the streets was filled with a code of love, harmony and group accomplishments that directly benefited individual goals. The music of the day and civil rights marchers fought to break down the doors of established prudishness and segregation.  Students, high school or college, joined their parents and other liberal believers to become engaged in the topics of the day.  If the cause wasn’t on the national agenda, the people pressured the politicians to make it part of the top five on the list.


Most everyone wanted to see their neighbors and friends succeed in whatever they choose as a career. They wanted to see our society perform at its highest peak of efficiency. We questioned and challenged our authority figures on the practicality of specific societal policies. We realized the best way to ensure the system was fair and open to all was to join it and make changes for the good of all. People…we actually changed American society for the better. How many generations can say that?


Our Mantra was taken from Frederick S. Perfs and I quote, “I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations. And you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I. And if by chance we find each other. It’s beautiful.”  It may not be as profound as some you have heard, but it does give you an insight into the physic of the Baby Boomers.  In fact, this entire article may not be grammatically or politically correct but that’s the beauty of being a BB. We would say F_ _ _ it, back in the day. Today the word is “WHATEVER.”


So people of all ages, you should know and believe this. Baby Boomers will not ride off in the sunset, step or be pushed aside.  As for the men, we still love our cars, wine, women (Note for the wife: This means looking not touching) and a song.  And if I may speak for the women, who may now be grandmothers, yet they are still doing their thing…whatever it is. No doubt! What…What! Hell, we invented the word and style of Hip. You know…the word they have attached to Hop?  Somebody better recognize. Peace, out.

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

Codis Hampton II

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As an old school brother, a man who has been around the block a few times and took inventory of whom he saw and who they were, I am not easily impressed. All right, I hear some of you saying who cares…

Well, I am trying to make a point. And that is…I saw a FaceBook contact and city neighbor of mine post a paper online. The title of which is “If the United States had lost her Civil War.”

Being a thinker, it blew my mind to think of the ramifications of what could of, would of, might of, and maybe not even come into being if the Confederate States of the South had actually won the Civil War.  In my opinion, one way or another, slavery would have ended. And that, as a black man, is the scary part to me. Race wars, among a few things, come to mine when thinking of what would have happened. I am sure, you and others can imagine all type of scenarios and not that many of them good.

Writer and Concerned Citizen, Mr. David Nelson has taken his own personal time to fully analyze what might have happened if the South had won the Civil War. As stated, I was impressed with the title and even more impressed after reading the piece and meeting the man himself.

In this current American environment of me, me, and mine, and “I got to get paid,” we find a man who understands American human nature in its barest form. He has no other personal agenda but to give of himself and his ideas to his local community, his fellow California’s, his United States of America Countrymen and thus the world. He is a very rare individual, indeed.

Yet the story here is still about the piece he wrote. By reading his approximately thirty page manuscript, one sees the thoroughness of his efforts. After you talk to him, you understand what led him to write such a timely piece. But then you’re absolutely floored by his reason, especially in this day and time of political gamesmanship going on in Washington DC at the expense of the American People.

I have asked and received permission to run his manuscript in its entirety as a guest blogger on  In addition, he will appear as my special guest on Hamp’s Corner of America Blog Talk Radio Show. You will get a chance to hear why he wrote, and what he expects to accomplish from such a herculean effort. Join us on Wednesday, July 23rd at 6:00pm PST for a chat with David Nelson.

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A reprint of the opening of his manuscript follows while we provide you with the ability to click onto the remainder of the piece after the following introduction.

Major Revision:  #35 7/15/14/TUE/ 8:38 am / PST

Friends, I’m going to keep on revising this essay until there’s nothing left to do to it, worth doing. By which time, it will have formed the basis for the “Civic Mentor Network/ National Element,” under my construction.  This is for the people and the people can watch and participate in its evolution as they please.  I dearly hope you all will.  Can’t do everything, alone — and without considering ALL viewpoints — I ONLY KNOW (or believe I know) JUST SO MUCH AND THE REST, I HAVE TO LEARN — there will always be inputs to add to this great story. This work will be perfected to the extent that the common wisdom interacts with it and me.   This also must exist to feed into, help direct, and empower the Neighborhood Management System (NMS) model I’m building for our nation.  You can now roughly see why your public inputs HERE will be most helpful to properly shape the NMS (and virtually, everything else).  I had planned to introduce NMS to you on 7/4/14, but found I needed to work on this absolutely essential element, a bit more. But now I’m back up to full speed on the NMS. Please standby. (How I HATE these delays!) D. Nelson


The U.S. Constitution Still TRIUMPHS as a Human Master Stroke ***********Which Flourishes a Nation and a World!

Meditating on the Crucial Effects the U.S. has on Total Human Existenceand What Her Absence Would Do to This Life

The more we grasp and appreciate exactly what the world almost lost… the more likely we will be to appreciate our great good luck in what the world won instead … and to act, accordingly.


Dear Readers —  

1.  Have you ever SERIOUSLY considered what the world would be like if the United States were  suddenly subtracted from the Human Equation?


3.  COME.  Reason with me. Let me show you how this could have been ONE of WORST things to have EVER happened to the FORWARD MOMENTUM of human PROGRESS(a chain-reaction awesome in scope,a monumental set-back)

4.  AND THAT IT ALMOST DID HAPPEN!Let me lay out the scenario for you.

5.  THEN, LET’S SEE if this doesn’t make you better appreciate the precious thing humanity has inherited(for just a short time, in terms of individual life-spans) and what we’re supposed to be doing with it (as we each pass through).

6.  I believe that ALL the material presented here is as logically valid, philosophically sound, sufficiently thorough, and as historically accurate and FAIR as I can make it — for the time being (since I’m still growing) — and ought to be profoundly interesting, thrilling, important, and immensely PRACTICAL and RELEVANT to all. 7.  If you’re in a hurry, you might find Section III to be especially enlightening and provocative — because it gets right down to “brass tacks” — systematically inventorying and briefly exploring — many of the real and potential components — of an unprecedented national and global disaster — which stood nearby — primed and ready — to uncoil and ruin us — beneath the haunting specter of national suicide — but which “grew us up, magnificently,” as a nation, instead.   8.  As you will find, this is NOT an instrument of BLAME, but one meant to HEAL and ENRICH.  It is a concerted attempt to honestly analyze our situation — express reliable conclusions useful to the future — and help synthesize PRACTICAL courses of action — which will enable us to better do — what we all crave — namely, to create the best possible future for ourselves and for those whom we love.  In my case and, I trust, for countless others — who deliberately embrace and prize the concepts of deep HUMANLY LOVE, RESPECT, and AWE (since everything is much better and more fun that way) — that means a much better world for ALL HUMANS.
We often fail to truly appreciate what we have, until we’ve lost it – and sadly found that we can’t get it back!

   David NelsonThe Mentor Enterprises / ELMS


Foreword I.  Introduction (An Earnest Heads-Up)

A.  Purposes

B.  Statement of the Problem

C.  Major Premises

D.  The Setting

E.   Side Note:  The Echoes From a Loud Bang…Arguing Blame or Finishing the Healing? At Long Last?

II.  Overview and Thrust(Through a telescope: A New “Dark Age” Averted)

A.  10,000-Foot View

B.  Closer to Home

C.  Wisdom for the Ages    D.  Casus Belli – the Case for War

III.  Specifically (Under a microscope: A Partial Inventory of Horrendous Threats Avoided)

A.  Just Suppose…. The Plunge Into the Horror — The Fall of Darkness    B.  Whew! Such a Smothering List!    C.  Of Course, We’d Never Have Known All We Would Have Lost!

IV.  Conclusions (Through the telescope again: Bringing it all together)

A.  A Great and Heavy Darkness Forestalled

B.  A National Soul Triumphs and Self-Fulfills

C.  Still Intact and Secure

D.  The Constitution IS Us.  It Made US an US and a U.S.

E.  A “New Golden Age” Instead of a “New Dark Age”

F.  Moral of the Story

V.  Stars and Stripes Forever! (Boiling it all down: A Nation’s Great Victory, Humankind’s Priceless Heritage)

A.  The Blessing

B.  The Symbol

C.  The Vision

D.  The Eternal Mission

The following link provides the remaining content of Mr. Nelson’s manuscript.

If the US had Lost her Civil War Continued R35 Update

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,


Codis Hampton II

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A Soul Brother of mine passed on Friday, June 27th. He laughed, loved, cried, and lived for 70 years on this earth.  I cannot say we were of the same mother. Nor can I say we were of the same father except the father who thou art in heaven who just happens to be the father of us all. Yet this brother was surely a member of our family as our biological siblings are.

You see, when we could not form the words to say to our girl or boyfriends. When we were so emotionally involved that we just could not speak on our behalf at the risk of our own words not saying exactly how we felt about our main squeeze, our piece, our one and only, the love of our life, the mother or father of our children, our running partner, our main man, our most significant other, our parents and others, family members like Bobby Womack said it for us.

When love was found, troubled, repaired and thriving we depend upon our other brother and sisters to keep our minds, voices and words in the game. Rather than taking our own lives or harming someone else because we were upset, felt harmed and disrespected we turned to our music. When our eyes were “Misty” (  ) with “The Tracks of My Tears” (Smokey Robinson and the Miracles) or we finally admitted to ourselves “The Thrill is Gone” (B.B. King), while suffering emotionally from “The Love I Lost” (Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes). Our Soul Brother and Sisters spoke for us.

When we were tired of conditions in the ghettos, substandard housing, unequal pay and no real right to vote, recording artist’s Curtis Mayfield, Marvin Gaye, Donny Hathaway, The Temptations, Aretha Franklin sang our words for us.  Another example of self-appreciation was when Soul Brother number 1, James Brown shouted into the microphone, “I’m Black and Um Proud.”  It was an anthem that took hold in the black communities across this country so fast; people not of color were astonished.

Some thought those decades of subtle and not so subtle demeaning indoctrinations via books, film, television, and even radio had taken permanent hold of black peoples psyche.  They learned the secret of our ability to sustain is in our music. It has been passed down from the day we landed on Plymouth Rock up through today. Think about how Luther Van Dross informed us “A House is Not A Home.” Can you hear the melody? Can you feel the lyrics and what they really mean? Of course you can.

My son Richie Hampton, aka Rich Tycoon in response to a question on our premiere Blog Talk Radio Show stated that song lyrics from back in the day were poetry. In fact Smokey Robinson of Motown fame was called one of America’s greatest living poets by none other than Bob Dylan.  The title provided by his fellow songwriting peer was for the exquisite beauty, pain and affection in lyrics to “Tracks of My Tears,” “Tears of a Clown” and so many other songs Robinson wrote and sang during his heyday at Motown in the 1960s and 1970s.

So it is that backdrop we use to explain how we felt about the passing of Bobby Womack, our soul brother.

Robert Dwayne Womack was born in Cleveland, OH on March 4, 1944. He began his singing career in the early sixties as the third of five brothers in the gospel group of Curtis Womack and the Womack Brothers. They were signed to SAR Record by the legendary Sam Cooke, who became his mentor. After releasing a few gospel singles, they changed their professional name to The Valentinos with little Bobby in the role of lead singer. He happily went along with his brothers as the group moved to a more R&B, secular type of music. He also served as Sam Cooke’s backing guitarist.

In 1964, a month after releasing their groups hit, “It’s All Over Now”, the Rolling Stones released their version that shot to the top of the United Kingdom singles charts. The song was written by Bobby. His mentor, Cooke, was killed by a gunshot in a Los Angeles motel in December of that year. A scandal ensued when Bobby married Cooke’s widow Barbara Campbell three months later. He also left the Valentinos in 1965 joining the American Studios in Memphis Tennessee as a session musician where he met Wilson Pickett. He wrote two of Pickett’s hits entitled “I’m a Midnight Mover” and “I’m in Love.”

He signed with Minit Records in 1968 releasing his debut LP entitled Fly Me to the Moon, of which “California Dreamin’” became his first major hit as a recording artist. He continued writing songs for himself and various artist of the day while recording and piling up a number of personal hits.

In 1972, he struck Gold with a song written in a country version by Jim Ford entitled Harry Hippie. Bobby re-arranged the song and released it in an R&B version on the Understanding LP. The song, written for Bobby as a dedication to his brother, bass guitarist Harry Womack, was his first record certified gold. The single release of “Woman’s Gotta Have It,” also on the LP, was his first R&B charted number-one hit. This LP was followed by the soundtrack release of Across 110th Street. Blaxploitation films

In May of 1973, while on tour promoting his soundtrack LP from the December 1972 USA release of motion picture “Across 110th Street,” he was a guest on his (brother-in-Law according to Don C) Don Cornelius show, Soul Train where he sang the now classic hit. He revealed in an interview that he was once turned down by a major label in New York City. He said, “They just told me that they didn’t figure I could sing, I sounded like too many other people and I would do better writing.” “And at that time,” he continued, “I was writing a lot of songs for a good friend of mine, Wilson Picket so…” At that point Don asked him if he felt like quitting and just sticking with writing someone else’s songs.  “It just like getting F’s on your report card,” he continued. “I went home crying because at the time they were a major company and it mattered what they said.”   Don asked him had he heard from the company since “things starting happening for you.”  Bobby smiled and laughed saying, “Yeah, they offered a contract a couple of days ago.”

Over the next decade, the “Story Teller,” “Preacher” as he was nicknamed while performing at the early age of 10, or The Poet, from his 1976 LP title that included the classic hit “If You Think You’re Lonely Now” continuously wrote for himself and others, recorded and performing. In 1980, he collaborated with another favorite group of mine (The Crusaders) jazz group’s sax man Wilton Felder, who recorded and released the MCA Records album entitled Inherit The Wind.  The title track with Bobby’s vocals is slickly arranged and performed with both men doing their thing on the classic. You will hear it on my show Hamp’s Corner of America Blog Talk Radio July 9th when we pay tribute by Remembering Bobby Womack.

His career spanned over 50 years covering the gamut of musical styles of gospel, doo-wop, rock and roll, country, soul and rhythm & blues. He was indeed a man for all seasons.

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

Codis Hampton II

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My wife and I saw “Think like a Man Too” last Friday. A hilariously funny movie, it was a good time out to relax and laugh. I did notice it was not so much of a “how-to” in this movie as it was in the first one.

You may remember the initial movie was based upon Steve Harvey’s book entitled “Act like a Woman, Think like a Man.”  The book examined ways women can establish or improve upon their relationships. It contained a few really good pointers.

The problem, as I see it, misses one of the main ingredients conducive to starting, continuing, or enhancing one’s love life. This blog’s topic is pretty straight forward but very hard to manage as we all have a strong tendency to lie to ourselves.  Being truthful to one’s self also addresses our personal self-growth and maturity. At the risk of redundancy and seemingly dancing around the point, we all need to check ourselves, and simply stop lying to ourselves about any and everything. This is true for any relationship between lovers, spouses, kin folk, and even our friends.

Let me add right here that our first relationship should be with our almighty Lord and miraculous Jesus Christ.  We can start the countdown after that.

While looking for love and companionship, we hear a lot of people trying to explain their type. Oh no, I can’t be with them because they are not “my type” of person. While the truth of the matter is we are never really sure what or who “our type” really is. We are all sure of one thing; girls want their men to be tall, dark, handsome, and fully employed. He has to look like Denzel Washington, Michael Ealy, Shemar Moore, or Morris Chestnut. Fellows want their woman to have the old coke bottle figure, be a woman in public, a mother like their mama to their children, and a sex goddess in bed.  Oh yeah, and she has to look like Halle Berry, Taraji P. Henson, or Meagan Good. You get the picture. One of my stepmother’s warnings to me was, “Those who look good may not be good for you.” Needless to say, there are very few people who are fortunate enough to have all of those God-given qualities.

Therefore most folks enter into a relationship adjusting “their type” to fit the person they are currently with. While re-evaluating we may not really see this person’s full personality.  We start lying to ourselves about who we think they are. We are certain of one requirement; we want the person to have as many physical and personal attributes as the aforementioned people.  Some may call it lowering our standards or settling for less than we originally wanted. There is another fact of life that we should always look for, people will eventually show you who they are, you just have to be aware and believe it when you see them in that light. Don’t lie to yourself and call it an anomaly. That would also include people’s tendency to select someone who will hurt them physically, mentally, or both. There some people, examples of which are known to us all, that consistently chooses people who are abusive, calculating, self-serving, and selfish to the point of taking everything in a relationship and giving nothing in return.

Whoever you end up with that is not the flavor of the month or year will have no doubt have settled for you too. Now that you are a couple, met each other’s parents, cousins, and friends, the real work of building a relationship begins. Truth is, it really doesn’t matter if you are married or living together at this point. The fact is a relationship must have the foundation laid, and the structure erected in order for the two of you to go any further in hopes of it being rewarding and fulfilling.

There is another relationship in which we find ourselves other than love affairs, and that is business relationships.  If this type is not equally as important as a love affair, it is a solid second. Why? Because this type is probably one of the sources that affects our financial well-being. In short, the words integrity, honesty, quality, timely, profitable, and long-term are the key attributes required and practiced by all here. Otherwise, action verbs like cheated, swindled, angry, pissed-off, audited, lawsuits filed, or God forbid, criminal action, murder, prosecution, and jailed follows.

While overeating, we say things like, I don’t care if I am a little chubby, they (your significant other) have to take me as I am or otherwise they don’t really love me anyway. Here the person is lying by justifying a possible overweight condition.  Yet, often they won’t accept the same reasoning from their mate.

Then there is the God-fearing Bible toting Christians. They know the Bible verse for verse. They can tell you exactly what a proper Christian person should or should not do. They post all these religious messages on the social sites. They forward email after email urging you to forward the same or it might be curtains for you and your destination could be Hell. Yet, they treat their mate like crap or as if she or he is a slave. Ironically almost everything they do is opposite of what God would have them do. They sit back and depend on God to take care of their every whim or need. Do they really think that God doesn’t approve of personal growth? He, in His wisdom, provided us with a brain and numerous abilities. My personal belief is that He did this so we can use them. Don’t fool yourself into thinking you don’t have to take any initiative or work at anything because God will provide.

There is no secret to how you treat people in any relationship. You simply treat them as you want to be treated. You should give as you want to be given, love as you want to be loved, support their endeavors as you would want to be supported.  Love them for who they are and not who you think they should be.

There is another old saying; I am not sure who authored it but it is so, so true. It says, “Men marry women hoping they will stay the same and women marry men hoping they will change.” Whether we admit it or not, there is a lot of truth in that statement.  Oftentimes you will find that both sexes are going to be disappointed if that is what they truly expect out of their marriage or relationship.  Women will change, because that is the evolution of life itself. However, there are some habits men have that will go to the grave with them. You all know what I mean.

Peace, make it a day in which Jesus Christ would be proud of you,

Codis Hampton II

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