Take a walk up to the Trump Tower

The woman who called herself Maria Osric believed in a revolutionary new alternative energy source that would change the world forever, that short hair for women was appalling, that a utopian New World order was inevitable, and that Maria could channel communications from alien races located in star systems that were light years away to partner with the ancestral Jews. They would assist the Vril Society and an alien race. The ancestral Jews she said were Black men like my father. She told me that my father thought that America was particularly wonderful because America was the "melting pot" of the world. We have a variety of cultures in our midst, and it's wonderful to embrace another lifestyle. It's also been a helpful (albeit somewhat dishonest) addition to our labor force. Most of all, I think everyone agrees that America is (was?) a wonderful place of opportunity for people who come from oppressed nations like my father.

What she was telling me I of course already knew, but how did she know about my father Abraham Yaphet Kotto as a young merchant marine disenchanted with the evil empire he was born into, his long month’s stint eating bananas in the jungle was over, his own nation so financially devastated that it took a dump truck of money to buy a loaf of bread. He lived through the ups and downs of the Cameroons. When he found he couldn't enter the U.S. legally, he jumped ship in New York, sucked it up and got a job washing dishes in the garment district, he later on got a job as a construction worker. Read more >>

From the pages of Yaphet Kotto Alien Diary.
A Cauldwell, Fulton publication.
© 2015.

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