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<title>Planet of the Races: Episode 2—When the Sky Called His Name</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;&lt;figure data-trix-attachment=&#39;{&quot;contentType&quot;:&quot;image/gif&quot;,&quot;filename&quot;:&quot;xt25ychemuiu77qzn4fxmwpz9wlz&quot;,&quot;filesize&quot;:1907402,&quot;height&quot;:384,&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://res.cloudinary.com/wellfleet/image/upload/f_auto,q_auto,c_limit,w_1200/xt25ychemuiu77qzn4fxmwpz9wlz&quot;,&quot;width&quot;:216}&#39; data-trix-content-type=&quot;image/gif&quot; data-trix-attributes=&#39;{&quot;presentation&quot;:&quot;gallery&quot;}&#39; class=&quot;attachment attachment--preview&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://res.cloudinary.com/wellfleet/image/upload/f_auto,q_auto,c_limit,w_1200/xt25ychemuiu77qzn4fxmwpz9wlz&quot; width=&quot;216&quot; height=&quot;384&quot;&gt;&lt;figcaption class=&quot;attachment__caption&quot;&gt; &lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Planet of the Races: Episode 2—When the Sky Called His Name&lt;/em&gt; expands kineyã’s science-fiction world into a deeply personal story about grief, family, dignity, faith, and the right to be seen as fully human. At the center is Roni Joseph, a gifted Black teenager from Opelousas, Louisiana, whose hard life has taught him that circumstances can shape a person—but they do not have to define who that person becomes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the sky calls Roni’s name, it does not simply summon him into an interstellar adventure. It places an ordinary neighborhood kid at the center of a global first-contact crisis and asks whether humanity is prepared to become worthy of peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roni Joseph’s Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roni Joseph is not introduced as a chosen one who has lived an easy or protected life. He is a young man from Opelousas who has seen hardship up close. He has lived with loss, family pressure, limited expectations, and the daily weight placed on Black boys growing up in communities too often judged from the outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His father has been taken by war. His older brother struggles with addiction and represents a path Roni refuses to follow. Roni could have allowed pain, frustration, and the expectations of others to push him toward becoming a thug, gangster, hoodrat, or drug user. Instead, he chooses something different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He chooses to remain decent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roni wants more from life. He wants to rise beyond the circumstances surrounding him. Most of all, he wants his mother to be proud of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That desire gives the novel its emotional center. Roni does not seek greatness simply for fame, power, or escape. He wants to prove that a child from a difficult neighborhood can make choices rooted in purpose, intelligence, compassion, and self-respect. His strength is not that he has never known hardship. His strength is that he refuses to let hardship turn him into someone he does not want to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Contact and Human Worth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Laranians arrive not as conquerors, but as observers of a divided world—a species capable of beauty, science, family, and devastating cruelty. Their offer is hopeful, but unsettling: selected children from Earth will travel to Lara to learn the conditions necessary for peace, while humanity is given a limited opportunity to confront its own divisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roni’s opportunity to travel to Lara is not only a personal dream. It becomes a chance for him to represent people whose lives are regularly ignored, stereotyped, or softened for public comfort. He carries the voices of his neighborhood, his family, and young people who are too often treated as statistics before anyone asks who they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A hit-and-run leaves Roni paralyzed, appearing to end his dream before it can begin. His later healing and selection for the mission make him a symbol, but the novel is strongest when it remembers that Roni is first a son and a child. His value cannot depend on whether he can walk, become a hero, or meet someone else’s definition of success.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His worth has always been there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louisiana at the Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the novel’s strongest choices is placing the epicenter of interstellar history in Opelousas, Louisiana, rather than in a generic military base, laboratory, or distant political capital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opelousas is not treated as a backdrop. It is a place shaped by memory, faith, family, community, endurance, and a long history of powerful outsiders arriving with demands, promises, and expectations. The city’s residents insist that they will not be reduced to background characters while an event of world-changing importance unfolds on their own land.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The descent of a mile-wide Laranian vessel over southern Louisiana creates the novel’s central image: the future does not arrive somewhere else. It arrives over a community that has already learned to survive abandonment, judgment, and unequal power.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Commander J’kote’s question—“Which of you speaks for Earth?”—cuts through the spectacle. It challenges governments, military officials, and ordinary people alike to confront the difference between official authority and moral legitimacy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power, Truth, and Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the Sky Called His Name&lt;/em&gt; is not escapist science fiction. It examines surveillance, militarized secrecy, political manipulation, and the tendency of institutions to treat vulnerable people as resources instead of human beings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;DiGital⧗uNdeRgRouNd&lt;/strong&gt;—a network of coders, veterans, archivists, church members, and ordinary citizens—offers a different model of power. It is built around documentation, mutual aid, community memory, and truth-telling. Rather than allowing governments or powerful institutions to control the story of first contact, the network works to keep information in the hands of the people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Laranians’ message frames peace as more than the absence of war. Peace requires accountability, unity, protection of the vulnerable, and a willingness to transform the systems that produce division.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ThemeRole in the novel&lt;/strong&gt;Peace | The Laranians challenge humanity to understand peace as an ethical discipline, not merely a political agreement.&lt;br&gt;Family | Roni’s love for his mother and his complicated relationship with his brother give the cosmic story personal stakes.&lt;br&gt;Dignity | Roni’s life affirms that a person’s worth is not determined by neighborhood, income, race, trauma, or physical ability.&lt;br&gt;Truth | The DiGital⧗uNdeRgRouNd resists secrecy and insists that ordinary people deserve to know what power is doing.&lt;br&gt;Choice | Roni’s refusal to become a product of destructive expectations shows that difficult circumstances do not erase agency.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Call Beyond the Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The prose of &lt;em&gt;Planet of the Races: Episode 2&lt;/em&gt; is cinematic, direct, and morally engaged. It names injustice clearly and insists that Black children, Black families, and Black communities belong at the center of the future—not as casualties, side characters, or symbols, but as decision-makers, survivors, dreamers, and leaders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel’s central question is not whether aliens can save humanity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is whether humanity can learn to save itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roni Joseph’s selection gives the title its deeper meaning. The sky calls one young man by name, but the call reaches beyond him. It is a challenge to every reader: Will we remain divided spectators of the future, or will we help build a future worthy of the children who must inherit it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For Roni, the answer begins with a simple but powerful determination: to rise above what life has placed before him, to remain a decent human being, and to make his mother proud.&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>The Pact of Sukkar: The Bitter History Behind Sweetness</title>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;The Pact of Sukkar: A Tale From the Darker Side is a historical Gothic-horror novel that transforms sugar into a symbol of conquest, enslavement, greed, and spiritual corruption. In the same way tobacco and cotton became pillars of colonial wealth—commodities whose profits depended on land theft, forced labor, and systems of racial hierarchy—sugar in The Pact of Sukkar carries an ominous history beneath its sweetness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The novel’s central question is simple and disturbing: What happens when the comforts people enjoy are built upon suffering they have been taught not to see?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is not horror driven only by demons, violence, or supernatural spectacle. Its deepest terror comes from the realization that the demon within the cane does not invent human cruelty. It finds human beings and institutions already prepared to bless it, organize it, profit from it, and call it progress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sweetness, Cotton, and Tobacco&lt;br&gt;Sugar, tobacco, and cotton each became more than agricultural products in the history of empire. They became instruments of expansion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tobacco helped fuel the growth of colonial plantations and the demand for enslaved labor. Cotton became central to industrial wealth while tying the economies of the American South, Northern financiers, European mills, and global trade to the labor of enslaved African people. Sugar built immense fortunes throughout the Caribbean and the Americas, turning islands and fertile land into machines designed to produce sweetness for distant consumers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In The Pact of Sukkar, kiney draws from that painful legacy. Sugar is not merely an ingredient, a luxury, or a crop. It is an appetite—a force that transforms land into property, people into labor, culture into an obstacle, and suffering into a line item on a ledger.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The novel asks readers to look beyond the spoonful of sweetness. Like tobacco and cotton, sugar becomes a reminder that ordinary comforts can possess extraordinary histories.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Pact With Conquest&lt;br&gt;The novel opens with Captain Elias Thorne arriving on a lush island and encountering sukkar, a sacred crystalline sweetness connected to the land, ritual, healing, and balance. When Thorne tastes it, he enters a pact with a malevolent force that offers wealth, status, influence, and dominion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The price is devastating: the destruction of the island’s autonomy, people, and spiritual balance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From that moment forward, sugar becomes an engine of conquest. The demon of sukkar speaks not only through darkness and curses, but through the respectable language of empire:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Contracts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scripture.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Flags.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ledgers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Law.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trade.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Property.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“Civilization.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of the novel’s most unsettling ideas is that demons do not always arrive with claws, horns, smoke, or monstrous faces. Sometimes they arrive through polished words carefully placed over unbearable things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Church’s Shadow&lt;br&gt;The novel does not spare religious authority from its examination of empire. The Holy Church, through its sponsorship, blessing, and moral influence, becomes part of the machinery that makes conquest appear righteous.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Church power offers colonial expansion a spiritual vocabulary. It can frame invasion as salvation, dispossession as divine order, forced conversion as rescue, and obedience to empire as obedience to God. In this world, faith becomes vulnerable to being used as a seal of approval for violence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This does not mean that spirituality itself is the villain. Rather, The Pact of Sukkar examines what happens when sacred language is taken hostage by wealth, political ambition, and racial domination.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The chapel, the saints, the scripture, and the rituals of the Church become Gothic images because they stand beside suffering rather than against it. Sugar dust settles over carved saints. A house of worship becomes a place of judgment. The sacred is stained by the very institutions claiming to defend it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Empire as the Monster&lt;br&gt;Captain Elias Thorne is brutal, ambitious, and morally hollow, but he is not the novel’s only monster. The larger antagonist is the architecture of power built around him:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Merchants seeking profit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Military forces enforcing possession.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Plantation managers demanding production.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Legal systems redefining theft as ownership.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Church authorities granting moral cover.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Consumers enjoying the sweetness without seeing the suffering behind it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kiney presents colonization as a process of renaming. Land becomes a “holding,” “concession,” or “property.” Theft becomes order. Forced labor becomes productivity. Enslavement becomes administration. Indigenous sovereignty is dismissed through legal and theological claims that define the conquered as unworthy of governing themselves.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The supernatural does not replace this critique. It makes it impossible to ignore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The demon of sukkar represents an appetite that society has already embraced: the desire to make luxury ordinary and profit invisible by forcing someone else to carry the cost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Memory as Resistance&lt;br&gt;Against the machinery of sugar stand Nala and other survivors who preserve the truth through names, songs, testimonies, hidden documents, and collective remembrance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Their resistance gives The Pact of Sukkar its deepest moral weight. The survivors may not always be able to stop the violence unfolding around them, but they resist the second violence that empire depends upon: erasure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Empire wants the official record to be final. It wants conquest remembered as discovery, occupation remembered as settlement, and bondage remembered as labor. Nala and the survivors refuse that version of history.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Memory becomes an underground archive. To remember the names of the dead, to preserve a song, to hide a document, or to tell the truth to the next generation becomes an act of survival.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Darker Kind of Horror&lt;br&gt;kiney’s prose is lyrical, incantatory, and deliberately severe. Short lines and repeated phrases give the novel the cadence of a warning, a confession, or a sermon. The history of sugar becomes “sweetness refined from suffering.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Gothic imagery is especially powerful because it is tied to systems rather than isolated scares:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sugar dust coating the faces of carved saints.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A chapel transformed into a site of judgment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The mill turning long after darkness falls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The dead returning as the unacknowledged foundation of wealth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The sacred cane becoming the vessel for a curse that feeds on human greed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Readers seeking a quiet historical allegory may find the novel’s moral argument forceful. But that forcefulness is intentional. The Pact of Sukkar refuses to soften the language of historical brutality simply to make it more comfortable for the reader.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Final Thought&lt;br&gt;The Pact of Sukkar is a dark, imaginative, and politically urgent work of historical horror. By placing sugar beside the legacies of tobacco and cotton, the novel exposes how empires turned land, labor, faith, and human lives into commodities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its most unsettling claim is also its most powerful:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The demon is not only in the cane. It is in every institution—and every individual—willing to call conquest discovery, bondage labor, theft ownership, and greed progress.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By making this history supernatural, kiney does not make it less real. He makes the moral violence beneath ordinary sweetness impossible to ignore.&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>What We Carry Into the Dark: A Question Humanity Must Answer</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;What We Carry Into the Dark: Colonialism, Race, and the Ethics of First Contact is not simply a book about aliens, distant planets, or the possibility of life beyond Earth. It is a question humanity must answer before it carries its oldest habits into a new frontier:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If we encounter another intelligent life form, what will we bring with us—curiosity and humility, or conquest, entitlement, fear, and domination?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This work of speculative nonfiction asks readers to reconsider the moral meaning of humanity’s movement into space. Its argument is urgent and clear: before imagining how we might meet extraterrestrial intelligence, we must confront the colonial, racial, economic, and militarized patterns that have shaped human history on Earth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First Contact Begins Here&lt;br&gt;Too often, first contact is treated as a technological puzzle or a science-fiction spectacle. Will an alien civilization be friendly? Will it be hostile? Will humanity be prepared to defend itself?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the deeper question is not whether humanity has the technology to reach the stars. The deeper question is whether humanity has developed the ethical maturity to meet the unfamiliar without trying to control, exploit, categorize, or destroy it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A civilization that cannot consistently practice dignity, reciprocity, justice, and accountability among its own people may be poorly prepared to meet a profoundly unfamiliar “other.” First contact, therefore, does not begin when an alien signal reaches Earth. It begins now—in the ways societies distribute power, define humanity, govern shared resources, and respond to people who have historically been marginalized.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Baggage We Carry&lt;br&gt;The book examines how words often used in conversations about space exploration—“frontier,” “settlement,” “development,” “discovery,” and “manifest destiny”—can carry older assumptions about possession, entitlement, and conquest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The point is not that all space exploration is automatically colonial. Human curiosity, scientific exploration, and the search for knowledge can be noble pursuits. But history teaches that exploration becomes dangerous when wealth, technology, decision-making, and military power are concentrated in the hands of a few.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When that happens, discovery can become extraction. Settlement can become displacement. Security can become occupation. Progress can become another name for the right of the powerful to decide who belongs, who benefits, and who is sacrificed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The question is not merely whether humanity can reach another world. It is whether humanity can do so without recreating the violence that has followed conquest throughout history.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ethics Before Extraction&lt;br&gt;One of the book’s central strengths is its attention to Indigenous land-right principles and their relevance to planetary governance. Values such as relationality, stewardship, reciprocity, co-governance, and Free, Prior, and Informed Consent offer more than symbolic language for future space policy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They provide an ethical foundation for thinking about shared worlds, shared resources, and the rights of communities affected by powerful institutions. These principles challenge the idea that technological capability automatically creates moral permission.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before extraction comes consent.&lt;br&gt;Before expansion comes accountability.&lt;br&gt;Before claiming a new world comes the responsibility to ask whether humanity has learned how to share its own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is where the book moves beyond criticism. It calls for enforceable systems of governance that place dignity, consent, transparency, and responsibility ahead of profit, competition, or national power.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Future That Includes Us&lt;br&gt;The book also draws on Star Trek as both inspiration and critique. The Prime Directive—the principle of noninterference—becomes a way to examine power imbalance, cultural autonomy, and the distance between idealistic futures and present-day realities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For many readers, science fiction has promised a future of exploration, cooperation, and discovery. Yet Black people, Indigenous people, colonized people, and other marginalized communities have often been absent, minimized, or treated as secondary in the imagined future.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That absence matters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Representation is not just a cultural concern. It shapes who is imagined as belonging in the future, who is viewed as capable of leadership, whose knowledge is valued, and whose survival is considered worth protecting. A future that excludes people from its imagination is already repeating the failures of the past.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The universe is not a frontier waiting to be claimed. It is a commons humanity has not yet learned to deserve.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Real Question&lt;br&gt;What We Carry Into the Dark brings together military experience, Black history, Indigenous rights, colonial critique, space law, political thought, and science-fiction philosophy. It challenges readers to understand that history is not distant background. It remains active in the language societies use, the institutions they build, and the futures they dare to imagine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is not conventional science writing, and it is not a simple celebration of space exploration. It is a moral reckoning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its most important insight is simple but demanding:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First contact begins long before an alien signal arrives. It begins with how humanity treats one another on Earth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The real question is not whether humanity can reach the stars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The real question is whether we have done the work required to arrive there responsibly.&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>Why Vadoo Is a Powerful Read—and Why It Is Not Voodoo</title>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;Vadoo: Tales From the Darker Side is a work of Black Sci-Fi, horror, and social reckoning. Its title may sound familiar to readers who associate it with “Voodoo,” but Vadoo is its own fictional creation: a dark, imaginative story that uses supernatural consequence to confront racism, violence, greed, inherited fear, and the systems that protect power.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is not a book about reducing African-derived spiritual traditions to horror imagery. It is a novel about what happens when hatred creates a nightmare so complete that the person who once benefited from racial privilege is forced to confront the world he helped sustain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Curse of Blood and Land&lt;br&gt;At the center of Vadoo is Liam Barr, a white man living in Delcroix, Louisiana. His bigotry toward his Black neighbors—the Washington family—turns into greed when he discovers that land he sold them may contain valuable mineral deposits.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Liam’s prejudice becomes deadly. His actions lead to a fatal collision that kills Bobby, Camille, and Marci Washington, setting a supernatural reckoning into motion. Lorena Joseph’s final words—“Let him enter what he made”—become both a curse and a judgment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The next morning, Liam awakens to find that he and his entire family have been transformed. Their skin is now Black. The transformation is not a disguise, a costume, or a temporary spectacle. It is irreversible, and the real horror begins not with the change itself, but with how quickly the world around them changes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Horror Beyond the Transformation&lt;br&gt;Liam’s former life depended on the protection of whiteness: his reputation, his social standing, his access to banking, his treatment by institutions, and the assumptions made in his favor. Once that protection disappears, the town of Delcroix reorganizes itself around him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His family experiences exclusion in ways that are subtle, routine, and devastating:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sherry cannot cash a check because bank employees question whether she is really herself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Elise is pushed out of a prom-planning group chat and mocked with the racist label “voodoo princess.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Rotary banquet is postponed without explanation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Old friends, neighbors, and institutions withdraw trust the moment the Barr family no longer appears white.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These scenes matter because they show that racial violence does not always arrive with a weapon, a mob, or a public spectacle. Often, it works through suspicion, exclusion, bureaucratic barriers, silence, and the steady removal of dignity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The traffic-camera footage that reopens Bobby Washington’s death as a homicide investigation delivers one of the novel’s sharpest ironies. The same legal institutions Liam once trusted now treat him with distrust, examining his identity “as if fraud had become his natural condition.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Vadoo, Not “Voodoo”&lt;br&gt;The title Vadoo should not be mistaken for Voodoo, Vodou, or any real spiritual practice. In the novel, Vadoo is a fictional framework created to serve the story’s themes of consequence, memory, fear, and moral accountability.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Real Vodou traditions, including Haitian Vodou and Louisiana Voodoo, are complex living belief systems with deep cultural, historical, and spiritual roots. They have often been misrepresented in popular culture as sinister, exotic, or purely supernatural. Vadoo: Tales From the Darker Side is not intended to define, explain, or speak for those traditions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Instead, the novel uses a fictional supernatural force to ask a difficult question: What happens when a man is forced to live inside the fear, vulnerability, and violence he once imposed on others?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That distinction is important. Vadoo is not a religious text, a history of Vodou, or an attempt to sensationalize Black spirituality. It is speculative horror designed to expose the destructive power of racism and the moral cost of refusing to see another person’s humanity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;History as a Living Nightmare&lt;br&gt;The novel’s boldest choice is its descent into an antebellum nightmare that is not presented as a dream, vision, or symbolic detour. Liam and his family must survive it as a physically dangerous reality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Miss Odessa’s instructions become a survival manual:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“Do not go out after dark. Do not travel alone. Never look white people in the eye.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Those warnings force Liam to learn, in real time, what it means to live under constant threat. The hunting-camp sequence, in which Colonel Nugent and armed men pursue Liam’s family through the woods with dogs and searchlights, is especially harrowing because Liam experiences the terror he once dismissed as myth, “witchcraft,” or “Negro sorcery.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet the novel refuses to make revenge feel simple or triumphant. When Liam kills Colonel Nugent and later holds three hunters at gunpoint, he recognizes that pain can reproduce the same violence it claims to resist. His suffering does not automatically make him good. It only removes the distance that allowed him to ignore the suffering of others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Reckoning, Not Redemption&lt;br&gt;Vadoo is not a comfortable redemption story about a racist man who suffers, learns a lesson, and earns forgiveness. Liam’s transformation exposes the moral failures of his family, his town, and the systems that once protected him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His father, Chuck, reveals how far self-preservation can go when he treats his own son as “bait” for the hunters. Liam’s daughter, Elise, becomes a moral voice in the novel, refusing to let her father’s suffering erase the people who died because of his choices:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“I know Marci is dead. I know Bobby is dead. Camille is dead. And now the town knows you lied.”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The novel’s power lies in what it refuses to offer. There is no easy absolution. There is no clean separation between victimhood and responsibility. There is only the long, painful confrontation with the damage Liam caused—and the world he helped make possible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why Vadoo Matters&lt;br&gt;Like the strongest works of Black Sci-Fi, Vadoo: Tales From the Darker Side uses the impossible to reveal what is painfully real. It belongs in conversation with stories that use speculative displacement, horror, and altered reality to expose the unfinished history of race in America.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where Octavia Butler’s Kindred sends a Black woman into the past to confront the living brutality of slavery, Vadoo reverses the direction. It forces a white supremacist into the consequences of the racial order he defended, making Blackness no longer an abstraction, stereotype, or target of contempt, but a lived condition of vulnerability within a hostile society.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Vadoo is a powerful read because it does not allow its supernatural premise to become simple poetic justice. Liam’s punishment does not purify him. It reveals him. More importantly, it reveals the machinery of racism within a family, a town, and a legal system willing to protect whiteness at nearly any cost.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For readers drawn to Black horror, social speculative fiction, historical reckoning, and stories that refuse easy answers, Vadoo: Tales From the Darker Side offers an unflinching challenge:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What happens when the fear a man weaponized against others becomes the only truth left standing in his own mirror?&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>The Last Alamo by kiney©️ aka SSG Tyler</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/the-last-alamo-by-kiney-aka-ssg-tyler</link>
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<pubDate>Wed, 9 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;Written by kiney©️, The Last Alamo is a memoir that follows a man from Houston as he fulfills a long family legacy of military service and learns what it truly means to defend one&#39;s country. Moving from childhood in the Deep South through decades of Army life—from OD greens to BDUs to the Army Aircrew Combat Uniform—the narrative threads together family migration, neighborhood watchfulness, and early lessons in patriotism with the brutal realities of racism, combat, and command.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;At its core, The Last Alamo centers on a single, harrowing moment at a FARP (Forward Arming and Refueling Point)—a temporary, mobile facility set up near a combat zone to quickly refuel and rearm aircraft, mainly helicopters—in Kunar Province, Afghanistan. When his aviation fuel squad is presumed wiped out, Sergeant Tyler must find his way through fire and fear to bring his crew to safety, ultimately making peace with the &quot;dark passenger&quot; born of childhood trauma that has followed him his entire life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>A Recovery Resource for the Military Community</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/a-recovery-resource-for-the-military-community</link>
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<pubDate>Wed, 9 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;Twenty-Seven Years A Slave: A Memoir of Silence, Survival, and Grace is a deeply personal memoir of trauma, addiction, military service, and redemption, written to serve as both testimony and recovery resource for service members carrying unspoken wounds. The book traces one man&#39;s journey from the hidden wounds of childhood sexual assault through years of silence, shame, and substance abuse, offering veterans and active-duty personnel a mirror for pain that often goes unnamed inside military culture. Through military discipline, therapeutic writing, faith, and the hard work of recovery, he models a path that other service members struggling with buried trauma can follow toward their own healing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Set against the backdrop of Army life, personal collapse, and spiritual awakening, this memoir functions as a practical guide as much as a personal story, exploring the devastating link between childhood abuse and adult addiction, the cost of hiding pain behind strength, and the long path toward healing that so many in uniform are never taught to walk. As buried memories resurface, the author demonstrates for readers what confronting trauma actually looks like in practice, from therapy and journaling to leaning on trusted relationships, discovering purpose in service, truth in authorship, and grace in the act of telling his story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More than a testimony of survival, this memoir is designed as a usable tool for military mental health recovery. It is a story about breaking cycles, reclaiming identity, and proving that trauma does not have to dictate destiny. Honest, painful, and ultimately hopeful, it speaks directly to soldiers, sailors, airmen, and marines carrying silent wounds, veterans in recovery, and anyone in a military family searching for proof that even a fractured life can be rebuilt into something meaningful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shorter Version for Recovery Programs&lt;br&gt;Twenty-Seven Years A Slave is a memoir intended to support military mental health and recovery efforts by giving voice to trauma many service members have never been able to name. After surviving sexual assault as a teenager, the author spent decades burying pain beneath silence, discipline, and substance abuse, until therapy, writing, and faith forced him to confront the truth he had long avoided. Written as both personal testimony and a roadmap for others, this memoir offers a hard-won journey toward healing, purpose, and the reclaiming of a voice nearly lost to shame—useful for veterans, counselors, and recovery programs alike.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One-Line Version&lt;br&gt;A veteran&#39;s unflinching memoir of childhood trauma, addiction, and recovery, offered as a resource for military communities seeking proof that survival can become purpose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>Step away from the mundane. Our stories don&#39;t just entertain — they transport.</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/step-away-from-the-mundane-our-stories-don-t-just-entertain-they</link>
<dc:creator>kiney©️</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Wed, 9 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;Step away from the mundane. Our stories don&#39;t just entertain — they transport.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Travel across galaxies in search of knowledge older than civilization itself. Stand alongside heroes who fight creatures born from worlds we&#39;ve never seen, and creatures who&#39;ve watched humanity build empires — and burn them down — since the first fire was lit. Some of these beings have witnessed our thirst for civilization and the evils it drags in its wake. What if you could see ourselves through their eyes?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a moment, imagine first contact. Not the Hollywood version — the real question underneath it: how would we respond, as a species, when we&#39;re no longer the only minds asking why we&#39;re here?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And when you&#39;re ready to come back to Earth, walk the ground our soldiers walked. Learn the history that didn&#39;t make the textbooks — the soldier-level truth of America&#39;s military, and how it shaped generations of young hearts and minds long before it shaped policy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is kiney©️ books. Speculative. Historical. Human. Come find your next respite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;#kineybooks #BlackSpeculativeFiction #Afrofuturism #MilitaryMemoir #VeteranAuthor #TexasAuthor #FirstContact #SciFi #BlackSciFi #kiney #veteran&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>There are stories we inherit and stories we have to steal back.</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/there-are-stories-we-inherit-and-stories-we-have-to-steal-back</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 7 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;For almost a century, the world has known one version of Kong: a celluloid phantom projected onto silver screens, a spectacle of chains and skyscrapers and a screaming woman whose fear was framed as the whole truth. That version turned an island into a backdrop, a people into shadows, and a being of immense intelligence into a cautionary tale about the dangers of the “primitive.” It did what so much of twentieth-century entertainment did so efficiently: it made erasure beautiful.&lt;br&gt;The Legend of Kong is not content with that beauty. It goes looking for the record beneath the reel. It listens for the voices that never made it into the credits: the People of the Fall and their composite tongue, the sky-born pilot who taught a double alphabet at the base of a stone wall, and the daughter who arrived by mistake—and by design—on an island that had been waiting for her all along. Here, Kong is not a monster but a Keeper, the living archive of a world that refused to forget itself even as empires named and catalogued everything in reach.&lt;br&gt;What this book offers is not a remake but a reparation: a narrative that returns Black women to the center of a myth built on their absence, that restores Skull Island to its complexity, that insists the most astonishing contact in this story was not between a beast and a blonde, but between a Black Texan aviatrix, her daughter, and a being who understood coexistence better than any studio executive who ever sat in a projection room on Vine Street. It is a love letter to those the archive misfiled, a challenge to the stories we grew up repeating, and a reminder that the real horror has always been the machines of men, not the creatures beyond the wall.&lt;br&gt;To open The Legend of Kong is to step past the soundstage and into the fog at the edge of the world, where history and myth trade places and the question is no longer “What killed the beast?” but “Who gets to tell what really happened?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embedded Youtube video removed, see original post to watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>The American Experience: What It Means to Be an American</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/the-american-experience-what-it-means-to-be-an-american</link>
<dc:creator>kiney©️</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Fri, 4 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;To call oneself an American is not a birthright casually claimed—it is a debt owed to every soldier who paid for that name in blood, and to every family at home who paid for it in worry. Respect for the soldier is not optional in this country; it is the foundation on which the rest of the house stands.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Soldiers fight the battles that cost them in blood. Those at home pay a quieter but no less real price—the cost of simply knowing their soldier is out there, in harm&#39;s way, while life at home tries to move forward as if it were normal. That duality, the battlefield and the kitchen table, is the true shape of American sacrifice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why Warriors Make the Best Peacemakers&lt;br&gt;It is no accident that some of the nation&#39;s most measured, most cautious politicians have been former military men. They had stood close enough to war to know its true weight, unlike those who only theorize about it from a podium. The generation that fought World War II and Korea carried that same awesome dread with them into public life, and it tempered their decisions with a gravity that peacetime politicians rarely possess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Last of the Draft-Era Americans&lt;br&gt;Now that same spotlight has shifted to Vietnam veterans, who have been dying at an irregular, accelerating pace since the war&#39;s end—a slow unraveling driven by mental illness, PTSD, substance abuse, and criminality that has taken full measure of this distinctive group. Roughly 300,000 African Americans served in Vietnam, a group that made up nearly 25 percent of Army enlisted personnel despite being only 12 percent of the U.S. population, and who bore a disproportionate share of the war&#39;s casualties and its lingering wounds.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They are the last of the draft-era Americans of the 20th century, and they are becoming more extinct with each passing day—taking with them a kind of morale and courage that once carried a nation through conflict far and near.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When the Warriors Fade, the Family Frays&lt;br&gt;The disintegration of these warriors, and their diminished capacity to make profound decisions within their own families and communities, is quietly eroding the American family itself. What is left in the wake is a nation increasingly populated by social commentary—people who critique from a distance rather than serve up close—ending what many still call the good old days, when Americans carried genuine pride for their nation and understood duty as a privilege rather than an obligation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Duty as Privilege, Not Right&lt;br&gt;In my own duty, honor, and years of serving this country, I have come to understand that calling myself an American is not simply a right of birth—it is a patriotic right I earned in the blood, sweat, and turmoil of conflict. That distinction matters: citizenship may be given, but the deeper claim to what it means to be American is something forged, not inherited.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embedded Youtube video removed, see original post to watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>The reason my Black sci‑fi stories work for me</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/the-reason-my-black-sci-fi-stories-work-for-me</link>
<dc:creator>kiney©️</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Thu, 3 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
<description>Blog post.</description>
<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;The reason my Black Sci‑Fi stories work for me is that they move in rhythm with historical trauma. What we’ve lived through is not abstract—it’s inherited memory, body‑level knowledge of danger, and the daily work of surviving structures built against us. A non‑Black reader can study that history, empathize with it, even be changed by it, but they will never fully feel the layered complexity of carrying it from the inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I write Black Sci‑Fi, I’m not inventing horror from a safe distance; I’m translating a world my people already know. The nightmares we’ve seen, survived, and still foresee are landscapes only we could imagine with that kind of accuracy, because they’re built from our hells: captivity, dispossession, medical betrayal, policing, erasure. For us, it isn’t just speculative. It’s our Black science fiction.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We know the cruelty of the tormentors in first person—through ancestors, elders, and our own lives—while others often encounter it in third person, as something that happened to someone else, somewhere else, that “couldn’t happen to me.” That difference in vantage point is why Black sci‑fi feels so specific: it isn’t just about monsters and futures. It’s about the precise way a people who have already met the monster imagine what it might do next.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;rewrite with commentary-The only writer I think black sci-fi can compare with is the master of the macabre Steven King. His insight to the horror genre is none but spectacular and that where I see black sci-fi, the definitive difference in science fiction. It’s more darker and easier to believe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The only writer I instinctively measure Black sci‑fi against is the master of the macabre, Stephen King. His feel for horror—the way he locates dread inside ordinary towns, families, and bodies—is spectacular, and that’s where I see the kinship: Black sci‑fi lives in that same intimate terror, but with a different engine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;King often asks, “What if the monstrous thing came to your quiet life?” Black sci‑fi asks, “What if your quiet life was already monstrous, and the genre finally told the truth about it?” The definitive difference, for me, is that Black sci‑fi doesn’t have to invent its darkness from scratch; it pulls directly from historical violence, medical betrayal, policing, and migration. That’s why it feels more shadowed and, paradoxically, more believable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When Black writers lean into that reality, the science fiction stops being escape and becomes testimony—a horror you can’t just close the book on, because some version of it is still happening outside the page.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>Planet of the Races- A Story About Us — Alien Among Aliens, Episode One.</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/planet-of-the-races-a-story-about-us-alien-among-aliens-episode-one</link>
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<pubDate>Tue, 1 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
<description>Blog post.</description>
<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embedded Youtube video removed, see original post to watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Readers love this series because beneath the high-concept sci-fi, it carries a sharp, nuanced truth: ⨰i⋲ is hunted as a criminal before he ever gets the chance to prove he&#39;s peaceful. Neighborhood profiling, pushed out into extraterrestrial space.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It takes the familiar fallout of being misjudged on sight and stretches it to the cosmic level — turning everyday racial and community profiling into alien profiling. The question underneath it all: what does it mean when our first instinct is to fear and target, rather than listen and understand?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&#39;s really a story about us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That one fact forces the planet — and the people ⨰i⋲ meets from Houston to Louisiana — to reveal who they are when faced with the unknown. Some reach for weapons. Some reach for understanding. Joy Joseph&#39;s community recognizes in his treatment a pattern they already know too well: being misnamed, misused, turned into a problem.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This series doesn&#39;t just ask &quot;What would we do if aliens came?&quot; It asks the harder question: &quot;What does our first response say about us?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In ⨰i⋲&#39;s eyes, humanity&#39;s mix of technical brilliance and moral immaturity is both shocking and painfully familiar — his culture left war behind in &quot;the deep shame of forgotten ages.&quot; Ours hasn&#39;t. That tension is where Joy Joseph creates the emotional charge that keeps readers turning pages.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Readers come for the speculative adventure. They stay because Planet of the Races keeps the verdict open — refusing to reduce humanity to monsters or heroes. It invites you into that fragile space between domination and understanding, where an alien might finally be met not as a weapon, a resource, or a threat — but as a neighbor. Where, for once, comprehension has a chance to outrun conquest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;🖤🛰️📖 #BlackSciFi #PlanetOfTheRaces&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>The Last Alamo</title>
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<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
<description>Blog post.</description>
<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;This book extends its dedication to all Veterans, from every military service, irrespective of their national origin or political beliefs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The piece titled &quot;The Last Alamo&quot; is presented as a tribute to our respected Veterans and to the mighty 155mm Howitzer, frequently hailed as the King of Battle. For six years, I personally committed my military service in the Army, specifically within Division Artillery, to operating this potent weapon system. The bonds forged through this experience were a fellowship more profound than I could have ever conceived. Despite frequently working in conditions that were frigid, drenched, intensely arid, marshy, parched, treacherous with quicksand, or mired in extreme mud, I wouldn&#39;t exchange those experiences for anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>Lessons from a veteran family member</title>
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<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;&lt;figure data-trix-attachment=&#39;{&quot;contentType&quot;:&quot;video/mp4&quot;,&quot;filename&quot;:&quot;black  veteran.mp4&quot;,&quot;filesize&quot;:2357568,&quot;url&quot;:&quot;https://d1q80ok9cc5vn8.cloudfront.net/hnj6dp6prqrybmw946y2lwoljj8g&quot;}&#39; data-trix-content-type=&quot;video/mp4&quot; class=&quot;attachment attachment--file attachment--mp4&quot;&gt;&lt;figcaption class=&quot;attachment__caption&quot;&gt; &lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Every family has someone who teaches you how to survive without ever using that word. For me, that person was Uncle Hardy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&#39;t remember him sitting me down for a formal lesson. Survival, the way Uncle Hardy taught it, didn&#39;t come wrapped in speeches. It came in the way he watched a room before he walked into it, the way he read weather before it turned, the way he never wasted a single word or a single resource. He carried himself like a man who had already survived more than most people would ever be asked to, and he moved through the world accordingly—alert, economical, unshaken. He taught me that survival wasn&#39;t about being the loudest or the strongest in the room. It was about noticing what everyone else missed, and trusting your instincts even when trusting them cost you comfort.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn&#39;t understand the full weight of those lessons until decades later, standing in a landscape as far from home as I could imagine—Afghanistan, a country that seemed built to test every instinct Uncle Hardy had ever sharpened in me. The terrain was different. The stakes were different. But the bones of what he taught me held steady: read your surroundings before they read you, know when silence serves you better than movement, and never mistake stillness for weakness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There were moments overseas when I caught myself moving the way he moved—calculating, patient, watching for the shift in a room or a road before anyone else clocked it. I realized then that Uncle Hardy hadn&#39;t just prepared me for the world he knew. He&#39;d prepared me for one he never could have imagined, because the truest lessons in survival aren&#39;t about the specific danger in front of you. They&#39;re about the discipline of attention, the refusal to be caught off guard, and the quiet confidence that you can adapt to whatever comes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Last Alamo is where I try to trace that thread—from a front porch in a world Uncle Hardy built for me, to a battlefield he never set foot on but somehow prepared me for anyway. This book is as much his legacy as it is mine, and I hope that in these pages, readers find not just my story, but a reminder that the people who shape us rarely do so in the moments we expect. Sometimes the most important lessons in survival are handed down long before we know we&#39;ll need them&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>🖤 BLACK LEVEL UNLOCKED ON NIKE RUN CLUB. Today I crossed the 3,000-mile mark — sitting at 3,003 miles as of Aug 11, 2026. Here&#39;s what it took to get here 🧵👇 </title>
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<pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It started with Coach Cruise at M.B. Smiley High School (NFISD, Houston, TX) — 4 years of cross country and track that taught me discipline before I even knew what to call it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then came the Army. PT runs at 0530, ruck marches, and eventually an international military track competition in Germany — running for something bigger than a scoreboard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;But underneath the training and the competition, there&#39;s always been something simpler: a personal love of running. It&#39;s mental therapy of the best kind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like the song goes — run five miles to clear my head. 3,003 miles later, on the way to Black Level, that&#39;s still exactly what it&#39;s doing for me. 🏃‍♂️⚫ #NikeRunClub #BlackLevel&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embedded Youtube video removed, see original post to watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>Who Is kiney© the Author?</title>
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<dc:creator>kiney©️</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Mon, 1 Jun 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;kiney© writes historical horror, Black speculative fiction, and socially conscious science fiction that confront the stories America—and the world—would often prefer to bury. His work carries the immersive, character-driven dread readers may recognize in Stephen King’s fiction, but kiney©’s monsters do not only emerge from haunted hotels, dark woods, or small-town secrets. They rise from chain gangs, black operations, stolen land, racial violence, political betrayal, addiction, religious manipulation, and case files sealed away by institutions that expect history to forget. Where traditional horror asks what might be hiding in the dark, kiney© asks a more unsettling question: What if the horror has been in plain sight all along? In his fiction, ghosts may wear the faces of the forgotten, but they also live in legal codes, presidential memos, church pulpits, military secrets, and systems built to decide who is protected, who is believed, and who can be sacrificed. The jump scare comes when readers recognize that the most frightening parts of the story are often rooted in the real world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tales From the Darker Side&lt;br&gt;Tales From the Darker Side is kiney©’s Black science-fiction, horror, and Christian speculative-fiction universe. The series moves through conspiracy, history, myth, faith, trauma, and resistance to explore what happens when buried truths refuse to remain buried.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These stories examine the hidden cost of power and the people who endure after institutions fail them. Through supernatural horror and speculative imagination, kiney© confronts questions that reach beyond fiction:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who gets believed when the truth is inconvenient?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who is protected when power decides the rules?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What happens when faith is used to heal—and when it is used to control?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What survives when official history refuses to tell the whole story?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What changes when the people written out of the record begin speaking for themselves?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In works such as Vadoo: Tales From the Darker Side and The Pact of Sukkar, horror becomes a vehicle for exposing racism, conquest, greed, historical erasure, and spiritual corruption. The supernatural is not an escape from history. It is a way of making history impossible to look away from.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The American Experience&lt;br&gt;Through The American Experience, kiney© traces the historical, cultural, social, and political journey of Black Americans—from the legacy of enslavement to the continuing realities of inequality, resilience, service, faith, trauma, and cultural achievement.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These works are rooted in lives lived from the 1960s to the present. They draw from memory, military service, personal survival, and the collective experiences of Black Americans whose stories have too often been minimized, distorted, or told only through the eyes of others.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One: Defending America Through Service&lt;br&gt;In The Last Alamo, kiney© examines patriotism through the perspective of a person who served a nation that has not always protected, respected, or defended people who look like him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The book asks what it means to wear the uniform, honor the oath, and defend a country whose promises have often been distributed unequally. It is a personal reflection on military service, sacrifice, belonging, and the complicated relationship between Black Americans and the idea of America.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two: Surviving Trauma and Addiction&lt;br&gt;Twenty-Seven Years a Slave: A Memoir of Silence, Survival, and Grace confronts the lasting consequences of childhood trauma, addiction, silence, and survival.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The work does not romanticize pain. It shows how children can be left unprotected in environments shaped by violence, exploitation, poverty, addiction, and abandonment—and how untreated trauma can shape lives long after childhood ends. Yet it is also a story of endurance, accountability, healing, and the possibility of grace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Three: Unmasking Patriotism&lt;br&gt;In Unmasking Patriotism: How African American Voices Shape America’s Identity, kiney© explores how Black Americans have challenged, expanded, and redefined the meaning of patriotism.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Drawing on the spirit of voices that refused to let America celebrate its ideals without confronting its contradictions, the work highlights the strength wrestled from hardship. It argues that a people can endure economic isolation, political marginalization, discrimination, and social exclusion—and still rise to reshape the nation’s moral identity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Together, these books form The American Experience: an unapologetic re-storying of America through Black memory, Black survival, Black service, and Black courage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Planet of the Races&lt;br&gt;The Planet of the Races series is kiney©’s expansive Black science-fiction saga about first contact, race, political power, and whether humanity can become worthy of peace when confronted by a civilization more advanced than itself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The series begins when Captain ⨰i⋲, a Laranian extraterrestrial, arrives on Earth. Instead of treating him as a guest, governments and military institutions seek to control, weaponize, study, and exploit his presence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Opelousas, Louisiana, Joy Joseph and a community of ordinary people become central to protecting him. Their fight is not only against an alien threat. It is against secrecy, propaganda, state violence, racial hierarchy, and the belief that powerful institutions alone should control the truth.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Core Conflict&lt;br&gt;In Episode One: Alien Amongst Aliens, Joy Joseph meets Captain ⨰i⋲ and discovers that the greatest danger does not come from the visitor from Lara. It comes from human institutions determined to turn first contact into a military asset.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Later books widen the story’s scope. Rise of the DiGital uNdeRgRouNd follows a growing grassroots resistance of coders, veterans, archivists, church members, and everyday citizens fighting official lies. When the Sky Called His Name centers on Roni Joseph, a gifted teenager from Louisiana whose difficult life has not broken his desire to become something more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Roni refuses to let hardship define him. He wants a future beyond the destructive paths surrounding him, and he wants to make his mother proud. When he is chosen for a mission to Lara, his journey becomes a symbol of the possibility that a child from an overlooked neighborhood can carry wisdom, dignity, and hope into history.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Writing Toward the Future&lt;br&gt;At the heart of kiney©’s work is the belief that humanity’s greatest threat may not be alien invasion, supernatural evil, or distant monsters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It may be humanity’s continued willingness to divide itself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;His stories explore the damage caused by racism, colonialism, greed, violence, and the misuse of faith and power. But they also make room for family, healing, courage, spiritual endurance, collective memory, and ordinary people who refuse to let truth disappear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kiney© writes for readers who believe fiction can entertain, unsettle, challenge, and heal. His work insists that the future must include the people history tried to erase—and that the stories of survivors are not footnotes to America’s past.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They are part of the blueprint for what humanity can become.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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<title>To My Sister: The Question That Made Me a Better Writer</title>
<link>https://kineybooks.author-pages.com/blog/to-my-sister-the-question-that-made-me-a-better-writer</link>
<dc:creator>kiney©️</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded>&lt;![CDATA[ &lt;p&gt;The first time you read one of my books, you asked a simple question that stopped me cold:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“Did you use AI?”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will admit it stung. My pride bristled, and for a few days I carried that irritation with me, turning the question over and over in my mind. But somewhere along the way, the question changed shape. It stopped feeling like an accusation and began to feel like an invitation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I returned to the drawing board.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I rewrote nearly everything I had written—every book except my first, which was already out in the world. I still tell myself that I may revisit that one someday. But every project after it, I rebuilt from the ground up, learning to approach AI not as a threat to my voice, but as a tool to help refine it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I learned to use it before I ever put pen to page: to explore who my characters really were, what they wore, how they moved through a room, what they feared, and what they carried in silence. That process sharpened the flow of my stories. It brought greater consistency to my series. It helped me test titles, recognize when a scene was not working, and reach for the line I could not quite find alone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Small improvements, perhaps—but they added up. They helped me become a more deliberate writer and helped me create better books.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this dedication is for you, Sister—for asking the question that became a conversation, and for the conversation that became appreciation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Criticism often arrives in two parts: the sting and the seed. We hear the negative first, almost always. But if we listen—truly listen—we may find something useful inside it. We can take the hard words, learn from them, and turn them into an advantage.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is what I did with your question.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That is what I hope every writer and reader learns to do when confronted with the difficult things people say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Listen. Learn. Grow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thank you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;— kiney©️&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; ]]&gt;</content:encoded>
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