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I am President of Loiacono Literary Agency, LLC. I have been a literary agency for thirteen years and have over sixty clients and have sold over 200 books to date.

Words from Pep Grave Robber

Words from Pep

Grave Robber

She bounced across the matted grass, cocked her head to study the earth beneath her and picked a morsel to her liking. Several dozen others were scattered over the terrain. Spring was back. The robins had returned. This grey and faded-tangerine flock swarmed over the field gleaning anything containing energy. Between each snowdrift and rivers of runoff they were filling their craw. The warm south wind bathed my face and I smiled at this wild buffet. A number of excited feathered ones were following an especially violent stream of cold water. Hopping, squawking, cackling, hurdling one another as they followed the flood downhill in my general direction. I moved toward to the chaos. There in the middle of the rushing surge was a vole, stubby legs thrashing the icy water trying to keep its tiny pink snorkel in the air. The riot drew closer and the concerned mob halted, questioning the motives of this human. As he washed by, my heart went out to the little fellow struggling for his life. In only a few seconds he would be gone, caught in the whirlpool of water above the culvert draining this field. When we think of spring we think of resurrection and life. It is the season of new fawns, awakening of insects under the bark, eggs in the nest, and the empty tomb. But, for this wee comrade his journey was nearing its end. My smile disappeared, replaced by compassion and pity. Assisted by gravity I sprang downhill over the thawing earth. I grabbed for him and missed as he descended into the churning grave, his small black eyes looking toward heaven. I stood bent over and knew I wouldn’t forget this passing moment of such a fragile life. His pleading eyes fixed in my memory. Then it happened. Up from the whirling maelstrom of River Styx he shot. His tomb could not hold him. I had another chance. He had another chance. Hoping not to miss I spread my hand wide and drove it upon his body. I had him, my heart and his filled with light. Dropping him onto a nearby drift he laid on his back gasping, cold and shivering, eyes now closed tight. In a few seconds he stared upward, flipped over and with miniature hands desperately began squeezing icy water from his coat. Upstream, the flock voiced their joy having been witness to his resurrection. . . . . . Such is the teaching of life in spring, the season of the greatest miracle. 
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Colonel John C. Robinson: Father of Ethiopian Airlines

29 MARCH 2014 WRITTEN BY  CONTRIBUTOR

Colonel John C. Robinson: Father of Ethiopian Airlines

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By Andrew Laurence

There are many people who may claim to be the “Father of Ethiopian Airlines” but few would compare to the courageous and heroic deeds of the African American aviation pioneer Colonel John Charles Robinson, not to be confused with the other African American pilot in Ethiopia named Hubert Julian the “Black Eagle.” Recruited by Emperor Haileselassie I to lead his Royal Air Force in 1934 against an imminent fascist attack by Benito Mussolini, Col. Robinson, nick-named the “Brown Condor” stood up when the entire world failed to take action. He valiantly flew dangerous missions to transport men, supplies and the Emperor himself in the face of fierce resistance from Italian fighter pilots. Invited back to Ethiopia after Italy was ousted, Robinson brought pilots and technicians from the US to help reorganize aviation in Ethiopia and train the pilots that would serve in the Imperial Ethiopian Air Force and future commercial airlines. He also later established the successful American Institute school for elementary and secondary students in Addis Ababa. Not only was John Robinson an Ethiopian war hero but he is also considered the “Father of the Tuskegee Airmen” of WWII fame.

Although the earliest planes and pilots in Ethiopia in the 1920’s were from Europe, led by the Frenchman Andre Maillet, by the dawn of the Italian invasion most had left never to return to Ethiopia. More publicly lauded than Robinson, was the much advertised Swedish pilot Count Gustav von Rosen, whose country supplied lots of money and resources to Ethiopia, though he only served as a captain under Col. Robinson. Some people point to the management services provided by Trans World Airlines (TWA) as the origin for Ethiopian Airlines. Actually, it was Sultan Airways, Ltd. and later East African Airlines that Robinson formed in 1946, by royal appointment of Prince Makonnen Haileselassie, that became Ethiopian Airlines with the agreement of TWA. One of Robinson’s early recruits, Major General Abera Woldemariam, would become chief of the modern Imperial Ethiopian Air Force. It wasn’t until 1957 that the first Ethiopian commercial aircraft commander, Alemayehu Abebe, made his solo flight as captain on DC-3/C-47 aircraft. Ethiopian Airlines would go on to become one of the world’s most outstanding airlines held in high esteem as the pride of Ethiopia. Thanks to two well researched books that have recently come out Col. John Robinson’s place in Ethiopian and United States aviation history will finally receive the proper historical recognition it deserves.

Born in Carabelle, Florida in 1903, and growing up in racially segregated Gulfport Mississippi, the young John Robinson was intrigued one day when he saw his first airplane flying along the gulf coast. Any desire he had to ever be able to fly a plane would have been a fantasy at the time. Even though aviation was in its infancy and certainly not available to African Americans, John Robinson never gave up his dream of flying. After graduating from Tuskegee Institute in Alabama with an automotive engineering degree, he moved to Chicago and quickly set up an auto repair garage. Rejected from the prestigious Curtiss-Wright Aeronautical School in Chicago because of his race, he decided to pick up valuable information while working there as a part-time janitor. In no time Robinson was able to build his own plane and was immediately admitted to the school that in just two years made him an instructor.

Not satisfied, Robinson established the first Black owned and operated Department of Commerce accredited airfield, located just outside Chicago. He would go on to create three aero clubs for blacks interested in aviation and eventually a non-segregated aeronautical school, among whose graduates where the first pilots of the Chinese Air Force. With all that was going on in Chicago, Robinson traveled to Tuskegee Institute in hopes of establishing an aviation program at his alma mater. His trip ignited a spark that in just a few years Tuskegee was included in the US Army’s program to train pilots for World War II. The famous Tuskegee Airmen would go on to extraordinary success providing air escort for US bombing missions over Germany, Italy and other Axis Powers. With all these activities, Robinson had no idea how his life would turn upside down in the coming years.

It was Dr. Melaku Bayen, a relative of Emperor Haileselassie, a Howard University graduate and the first medical doctor trained in the US, who recruited John Robinson to head up an air force on orders from the Emperor. There was a strategic effort by the Emperor to limit the number of Europeans in key positions. It would be very difficult for John Robinson to leave, forgo his teaching and business interests in Chicago, and head off to Ethiopia on an improbable mission. Robinson had been reading much about the threat of fascism in the world and more recently Italy’s plans for Ethiopia. In a spirit of pan-Africanism, he accepted his assignment and after settling his affairs in Chicago, embarked for Ethiopia. Although many thousands of African Americans had signed up to fight for Ethiopia, only Robinson was able to evade the sanction against Americans fighting against a non-enemy of the US, by securing a business visa to sell airplanes.

Upon his arrival, and after accepting his commission from the Emperor as colonel of the Royal Air Force, Robinson went about refurbishing the few existing planes that he would need to use against the impending Italian attack. His ability to build a plane from the ground up impressed the Ethiopian recruits as they learned from him in all areas of aviation. In no time, Col. Robinson was called on to carry instructions, manpower, supplies and even the Emperor in hazardous conditions to front line commanders from Addis Ababa to Adwa. He was eye-witness to the numerous horrendous gas bombings carried out by the Italians on innocent civilians. Constantly chased by the Italian war planes, he often managed to escape into the clouds where Italian pilots were afraid they may run into one of the many tall mountains in Ethiopia. Robinson took enemy fire often and was injured but was never shot down. When Italy’s overwhelming modern forces took Ethiopia’s capital Addis Ababa, Robinson continued his fight in the US spreading the word about the atrocities committed by Italy against Ethiopia.

After Italy was expelled from Ethiopia in 1941 with the assistance of British, African and Ethiopian troops, Col. Robinson returned to Ethiopia. He brought along with him other African American technicians and pilots recruited by then Ethiopian Minister of Finance Yima Deressa and set about building the infrastructure for the future Imperial Air Force. At that time Mischa Babitchev, the half Russian, half Ethiopian director of air transport for the Ethiopian government who had served in Robinson’s air force would serve as Ambassador to Russia. With Emperor Haileselassie’s appointment and blessings, Robinson would replace his old friend as head of the Imperial Ethiopian Air Force regaining his former commission and rank of colonel. He proceeded to train some eighty pilots in the flight training school he opened with Prince Makonnen, many of which would go on to take positions in the civilian commercial sector. While most historical timelines for Ethiopian Airlines begin in 1947, when US aircrew and technicians from TWA were hired to operate and manage the new airline, it was Col. Robinson’s training and leadership at East African Airlines that secured a solid foundation for the future of aviation in Ethiopia.

So forgotten is the legacy of John Robinson that even after spending a decade in Ethiopian aviation, and sadly dying in Ethiopia in a plane accident on a mission to deliver blood, the grave where he is buried in Gullele Cemetery can no longer be found, nor any monument or commemoration left in the country. Emperor Haileselassie visited Robinson’s death bed and thanked him for all he gave to Ethiopia. At his funeral, then lieutenant, and later, Director General of the Civil Aviation Board and President of Ethiopia, His Excellence Girma Wolde-Giorgis gave a very moving eulogy in front of Prince Makonnen, the US ambassador, numerous pilots and other dignitaries, but today there is nothing. Why so little is ever mentioned about Robinson I will leave to the conscience of the historians. I humbly propose that a statue to Colonel John C. Robinson be commissioned and placed in a conspicuous location at the Bole International Airport in Addis Ababa. That is the very least one can do as a fitting tribute for this Ethiopian war hero and African American aviation pioneer.

Ed.’s Note: Primary Sources sources for this article include The Man Called Brown Condor – The Forgotten History of an African American Fighter Pilot, Thomas E. Simmons, 2013 and Father of the Tuskegee Airmen, John C. Robinson, Phillip Thomas Tucker, 2012. The views expressed in this article do not necessarily reflect the views of The Reporter. 

Words from Pep A Dream in Black & White

Words from Pep

A Dream in Black & White

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I left the tent flap open to catch what little breeze there was. It was a hot, humid, moonlit July night and I lay with my head at the door absorbing the quiet of creation. This canvas antique leaked mosquitoes even more than rain. Still, I figured it would serve to keep out possum, coon and skunks… Wait, I have to be dreaming. Aren’t dreams in black and white… Eight inches from my face, curling up his dime sized nose at what obviously was the repulsive stench of a human three days without a shower, was a young polecat. Lay still. I told myself. No fast moves. … Luckily his business end was aimed the other way but I sensed he was priming it. He came closer. I remained mute, catatonic, eyes slowly crossing as his twitching sniffer pushed the tent screen to my forehead. There was no back door… Then I saw it, a virtual invasion, a battalion of black fur with racing stripes, shadows in the moonlight picking their way toward my flimsy, hopefully skunk proof bunker. It was a foray for worms and grubs by every Oreo with legs and tail in the county… I kept my wits intact trying to control the thumping in my chest. The forward scout emitted a near imperceptible squeak signaling four more troop members to my door and it dawned on me – maybe we could negotiate? … My first quiet syllable was clearly misunderstood, inducing an instant salute from each tail. Clearly the safeties were off, weapons cocked. This didn’t seem like a good idea. I invited God to help and went back to playing dead… Slowly the artillery was lowered and the summoned four returned to hunting in the soft wet humus. Only the original remained… The sound of probing, scratching, overturning of leaves and sticks moved through the forest and downhill toward the creek. Yet, my first contact stayed as if glorying in his telekinetic power keeping me pinned to the floor of my tent. When the brigade could no longer be heard he headed off in overdrive to catch up, mission accomplished…  A slight bouquet of musk mingled with the damp ground. I lay relieved, even contented. Breathing easy, I mused of our encounter and the humor of Creator in devising this WMD. As I returned to sleep and dreams, only the sound of moonlight flowing through the branches filled the night.

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Murder at Caney Fork by Wally Avett – NOW AVAILABLE!

Murder at Caney Fork by Wally Avett – NOW AVAILABLE!

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It’s the trial of the century in a 1940’s North Carolina town.

Rape. Murder. Vigilante justice.

War hero and law student Wes Ross has to save his uncle—but hide the truth.

 

Taught to shoot in the rough logging camps of the North Carolina swamps, Wes Ross remembers his lessons well. Dodging hostile gunfire with dozens of other young Marines, he storms a remote Pacific island as one of Carlson’s Raiders. It was the first commando-style attack of World War II.  He blasts several Japanese snipers from their palm-tree hideouts with buckshot before an enemy bullet sends him home.

The Carolina home front includes a new girlfriend and a new occupation, learning to be a rural lawyer in his uncle’s law office, including courtroom intrigue and what goes on behind the scenes. Wes, like his uncles, is a good man, the kind who takes up for the poor and downtrodden, looking out for the black farmers and others who are easy prey for bullies.

Frog Cutshaw is the storekeeper in the Caney Fork backwoods, a swaggering ex-moonshiner who is deadly with his ever-present .45 auto pistol.  Frog’s daylight rape of a married woman and the brutal killing of her husband bring on Bible Belt vigilante justice, an eye for an eye, life for a life.

Wes is caught in the middle as a participant in the killing of Frog Cutshaw. Soon one uncle is being tried for a murder he planned but did not commit and another uncle defends him, circumstances and witnesses threatening to convict the wrong man.

Wes knows all too well who pulled the trigger of the 12-gauge pumpgun, and knows that the shooter could end up on Death Row.

 

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FIVE STAR RATING on Goodreads for Wally Avett’s novel Murder in Caney Fork!

FIVE STAR RATING on Goodreads for Wally Avett’s novel Murder in Caney Fork!

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Jump on this one! Wally Avett’s one of the best story tellers I have seen in a dog’s age, and this novel, full of the down home stories I hope all of you heard at one time or another from your mom and dad, your grandparents or your uncles and aunts.But this is also a love story, a mystery, and an ethical drama.
What do you do about a man who has killed and raped women and is still free, a nasty bully who threatens almost all he meets?

And if the law does nothing about him, do you take matters into your own hands?

I am looking forward to future books by Wally Avett – a great story teller and one terrific writer.

 

Words from Pep A Cardinal Moment

Words from Pep

A Cardinal Moment

Johnnie Bird

 

A snap of red darted past me into the bittersweet. I squinted, searching the tangle of vines. There he sat touching his less adorned mate offering her a seed. She tilted her head, approved the gift and took it in her beak, a truly cardinal moment in their lives. With a few deft manipulations the husk fell off and down-the-hatch. In a moment he was off again, soon returning with a second offering. They moved closer, side to side, clearly in love … My mind drifted away to past images of doves in warmhearted relationship – my parents holding hands – dogs, wolves and fox overjoyed with seeing a companion – cats, tails straight in the air, purring, as lithe bodies sliding against one another spoke the universal passion … Love, the interplay of hormones, psyche, need and spirit. Love, the emotion of highest virtue and catalyst wherein the self is dissolved into the “other.” Living under this influence, we, like God, cannot help but give ourselves away. Love, the creative impulse of the universe, dispersing, absorbing, rebirthing itself in and around all things. It compels consciousness toward the oneness of creation. In Love’s embrace fear vanishes, barriers melt and abandonment of the self comes naturally … With the bittersweet in view I parked myself a short distance away, captured by the grip of peace beyond understanding. Peace that overshadows our being when Love’s Presence becomes tangible. The affectionate winged couple took to the air. I closed my eyes, lost and in tune with the fundamental frequency of creation. Ascending with them I entered the Real and left behind the illusion of disconnection, the deception of isolation … We are surrounded, imprisoned by Love, always have been, always will be.

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Tom Simmons is in Ethiopia, yes Africa, right now at the request of the President of Ethiopia, His Excellence Girma Wolde-Giorgis to honor John Robinson, The Man Called Brown Condor.

Tom Simmons is in Ethiopia, yes Africa, right now at the request of the President of Ethiopia, His Excellence Girma Wolde-Giorgis to honor John Robinson, The Man Called Brown Condor.

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Tom Simmons

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John Robinson training the Ethiopian Air Force

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Robinson, who grew up in Mississippi during the 1910s and 20s. He had an impossible dream of flying, a field that was closed to African Americans at the time. Robinson tricked his way into acceptance by the Curtis Wright School of Aviation in Chicago in 1928. He was so good they kept him as an instructor and he went on to open his own school of aviation in Chicago.

When Ethiopia was threatened with invasion by Italy, he answered a call to duty and became the commander of the small Ethiopian Air Corps during the brutal Italo-Ethiopian War of 1935-36. He may have been the first American to face fascism in combat. 

Robinson was the man who planted the seeds for a school of aviation at his alma mater, Tuskegee Institute (Class of 1923), when he landed a plane on the campus. Without him, there would have been no Tuskegee Airman.

His story was overshadowed and lost at the start of the Spanish Civil War in 1936, followed by the chaos of World War II. After thirty years of research this biography reveals the exciting, adventurous life of a remarkable American Hero.

Simmons will be speaking at the U.S. Embassy in Addis Ababa, the capital city of Ethiopia, Wednesday March 26, 2014. He will then be speaking at a luncheon hosted by His Excellency the former President of Ethiopia Girma Wolde Giorgis Thursday March 27th. Then on Friday March 28th he will be speaking at St. Joseph Academy. www.thomasesimmons.net

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On this day of your life, I believe God wants you to know…

On this day of your life, I believe God wants you to know…

that tomorrow is the most important day of your life.

Your greatest moment, your greatest achievement, your
greatest adventure lies in the future, never in the past.

There is a new you waiting to be created tomorrow.
That is the joy and wonder of the dawn. That is the
excitement of it!

Forget about yesterday! What is the grandest version
of the greatest vision ever you held about
Who You Are going to be tomorrow?
That is the only question that matters.

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