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One Year Later: Still WydeOpen!



I've been blogging here on BlackPlanet for just over a year now!

 Now, it hasn't been all butter and yes, I've had a few haters here and there but overall, I've gotten an overwhelming flood of LOVE as expressed below by just  a few comments out fo the 100's that I've recieved. 

 "Well brotha, I have to say once again you have hit the nail on the head with this one"

  "It's been a long time since I've read some intelligent words from an intelligent brother. Keep it goin'. I hear ya!"
"Real Recognize Real and I recognize that in this blog....glad to have you on my friends list."
"Bro you just hit on a little bit of my life i.ll have to read your blogs more often,i.m new to all this and never wrote a blog, i think i.ll learn by reading yours thanks
Whats up bro? First I had to ask myself why is this Dude asking for a friend inv ite.I'm on here for the dating scene. Then I said ok people are on here for different reasons.Well after reading your are right.Things always happen for a reason.If one person can enlighten you about something you,or they are going through.........Then things do happen for a reason.....Great post bro keep ya head up.....Peace"
I want to thank everyone for all of the love that I've received since I 1st posted my opinion about the Jenna 6 situation.  Staying true to my name, I've done my best to keep it WydeOpen and put it in the air raw and uncut. I've made some of you cry and some of you laugh and I just want to let you know thank you for sharing those tears and laughs with me! 
I have to put out a extra special thanks to a newly aquired BP friend (but hopefully lifelong real-life friend) of mine who actually was the inspiration for me to start writing publicly.  From almost the day we met she "nagged" me (just kidding) to start publishing my words. At first I was reluctant then I gradually became more and more motivated as I saw that she actually saw potential in my skill and that she was one person that actually believed in me. 
Sadly and maybe even ironically, she was the inspiration and subject of my what you my BlackPlanet friends feel has been my best post yet.  To this day Wasted Breath has gotten the most comments of all my writings. 
I've called her my muse and I'm honored that she has chosen to still be my friend even though our paths have veered in different directions
I also want  to share my gratitude to Tracey and the rest of the BP staff who recognized me and my mission and helped expose me to so many people here on the Planet by sending invites out on my behalf and making me Member of the Day over 10 times! Thank you! 
As for the rest of you, I hope you all have enjoyed the music and videos that I supplement my posts with. 
I plan on expanding my platform over the next 12 months so this year coming will only be bigger and better and of course more WydeOpen! 
For those of you who are my new friends and don't know much about me...
You'll find blogs about:
If you read the post titled "Why My Name Is WydeOpen" you'll understand that this blog is more than just me expressing my opinion on everyday life and death.

"one thing that I'll share with you now about being a spiritual creation is that I know that I am REAL as all of all of God's other creations so with that knowledge I must be and have no fear to keep it REAL and WydeOpen with all those I encounter. If I attempt to be false or anything other than what the Creator has manifested you will recognize and either run from me or attempt to misuse me."
I have many issues that I need to work on and I've chosen to be real with myself by leaving myself... 


I hope you continue to enjoy for many years to come!
All that I'm asking of you my friends right now is that you please leave a comment on this post and let me know what subjects you want me to cover.
Do you want
More comedy?
More politics?
More relationship issues?
Other topics? 
You let me know and I'll do my best to hook you up! 

Another Happy Hour

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What Goes Around Comes Around


I was cruising the streets of BlackPlanet when I cam across an interesting page.

The following post comes courtesy of  yaktownmd's  blog.  Please read it and pass it on through e-mail or reposting on your page. 


Posted September 25th, 2008 at 04:27pm 

One day a man saw a old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, 'And think of me..' He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.

The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.

The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote:

'You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.'

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard.... She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'

When I read this story I immediately thought of the incredible movie "Pay It Forward". If you haven't seen it, please take time to rent it or even buy it as soon as possible. This movie is so powerful that it brought my daughter to tears the first time she saw it because it moved her to the soul. 

In a world that is dying from the cancer that is war and while living in a state of  existence where death and violence fill our computer, television and movie screens we sometimes need a reminder that we're all in this together.

Stories like the one above and movies like "Pay It Forward" serve their purpose to make us all stop and think about what really is important in our lives and force us to question the legecy that we leave behind. 

If you feel me, copy and paste this then send it to 3 people on your contact list. 

Help me get the rest of the world...



"Margins of Victory So Small / Margins of Error So Big"


Now that the political conventions are over and done with the real campaigning has begun by both parties. As of this very moment as I write this blog, polls from has the two Presidential contenders neck in neck with each holding 45% of the election.  

With the race being so close, every single vote counts!

And this scenario scares the hell out me for 2 major reasons:

In part one of this blog I'll discuss reason #1:


The STOLEN election of 2000! 

For those unfamiliar with the particulars: 

The United States presidential election of 2000 was a contest between Democratic c andidate Al Gore, then Vice President, and Republican candi date George W. Bush, then governor of Texas and son of former president George H. W. Bush. The election featured a controversy over who won Florida's 25 electoral votes (and thus the presidency), the recount process in that state, and the unusual event that the losing candidate had received 543,816 more popular votes than the winner.

The turmoil of the Florida recount fiasco was aptly chronicled in the HBO Films original movie "Recount" staring Kevin Spacey. 


Officially George Bush won Florida's 25 Electorial College Votes by aproximately only 500 votes.

The law says that with margin of victory that close there has to be a mandatory machine recount of the ballots but in all actuallity, 18 Florida counties did not recount their votes! 

That means over 1.5million votes not actually recounted!

Not that it might have mattered anyway....

See, the software that these voting machines use is flawed and capable of being hacked! 

In some instances, the machines were actually tallying negetive votes for Al Gore! 

There has been congressional testimony that software has been designed to manipulate voting machines! 

Watch the following clips from Uncounted: The New Math of American Elections

In additon to the flagrant electronic voting maching errors, votes casts by paper ballot were manipulated and discounted. Many voters had difficulties with the paper based punch card or voting machines and were either unable to understand the required process for voting or unable to perform the process. This resulted in an unusual amount of over votes (voting for more candidates than is allowed) and undervotes (voting for fewer than the minimum candidates, including none at all). Many undervotes were potentially caused by either voter error or errors with the punch card paper ballots resulting in hanging, dimpled, or pregnant chad.

I don't mean to discourage anyone from voting this year. All I'm asking is that you take the time to make sure that your vote counts! Let election workers know if you feel there is a problem with your ballot whether cast electronically or through paper based punch cards! 

To be continued! 



"He was my Dad." She told me. "He Got killed."



Earlier this year the popular HBO show The Wire aired it's final episode. But for me the drama isn't over just because it isn't aired on television. 

Tuesday night, after getting in from a long day at work and school, I walked in and received a message to call my brother L-Bo. Apparently, one of his homeboys had been killed. I returned the call to learn that the Quincy Henderson a.k.a. "Q", a mutual friend of me and brother (although closer to L than me) had been involved in a fist-fight and then shot and killed in a park 2 blocks away from the projects where L and I lived in the early 90's. 

I immediately made a phone call to my boss, Rev. Leon Kelly, who is the executive director of Open Door Youth Gang Alternatives to see if he had any knowledge of or more importantly, any info in regards to the specifics of the shooting. You may remember I wrote about him back in May when one of the OG's here in Denver got killed. Because of Reverend Kelly's rapport with the community at large, it's very common that when violence occurs here, especially Black or Hispanic related, "Rev" as he's known, is one of the 1st people called by victims, families, police and the media. However, in this case, he hadn't heard anything about this incident until I called him. 

It wasn't until the next day that I learned what happened.

Another very good friend of mine actually saw everything 1st hand that transpired and came to talk to me and Rev. Kelly for guidance. My friend was in a very bad place; between the proverbial rock and a hard place.

To truly understand his predicament, I have to tell you a short side story. 

My friend, John Doe (his name for the sake of this story) is an OG from his hood/gang. He and a handful of others from the same housing projects and high school back in the 80's began their particular set. So for that reason, 20 years later, he is looked upon with both respect and disdain from a lot of people. 

For a while I was one of those people who didn't have a lot of love for JD.

That's because I was just like him but from a different gang and from time to time our respective hoods would clash. Usually at events like the "let-out" after a club or some of you may remember my blog in June about the drama that usually followed the annual Juneteenth celebrations here in Denver. 

But as years passed and I outlived and outgrew my connections and devotion to my neighborhood fraternity, I began to know JD and other rivals as actual people instead of enemies. Over the course of some years, he and I ate together, drank and smoked together, served time together and became very good friends in no small part to Rev. Kelly and his Open Door Youth Gang Alternatives program intervening in our lives. 

That's why he came to us when Quincy got killed the other night. He needed advice and wisdom. 

Word had gotten out to the police that he was a witness to the shooting so the rolled through the hood streets looking for JD. 

Of course, word got back around the hood that the police were looking for him and the "snitch" rumors started to circulate. 

JD is no snitch. He's no punk either. In fact he's the antithesis to what a lot of people assume. JD had been absent in his children's lives for so many years due to poor decisions which led to prison terms. Since then he has become a caring father who has taken major risks by visiting his kids in a neighborhood that is high crime and notorious for gang violence and drugs. Because of this, the police, his parole officer and the system have repeatedly harassed him for being in the area and have gone so far as attempt to violate his parole. 

I have personally witnessed this man pull his younger G's to the side and lecture them on the lifestyle that they are choosing to live. He's let them know where the choices they are making are going to lead. He's showed them his bullet scared body. He has shown them that he has turned his life around. All of this in an attempt to be a better father for his children and role model for the young ones that potentially are following in his footsteps. He wants the hood to be safer for all of our kids. 

But as the saying goes, "no good deed goes unpunished." 

JD had a parole revocation hearing today because of all of the "police contact" he's had in the past 3 1/2 years. Again, remember, his kids live in the hood and the cops know JD because he's a 20+ year veteran of the game. All it takes is for him to be walking from the bus-stop to the house and an officer sees him for him to be in "violation".  They know he's an easy mark to fill their monthly quotas and an even easier way to solve a murder. 

Let me tell you, the politics of Capitol Hill D.C. don't have 1/2 the tension that the politics of Park Hill, D.C. (Denver, CO) have. 

The DA & Homicide detectives working the case and his parole officer are threatening him with up 5 years penitentiary time for a possible parole violation if he doesn't cooperate with the investigation. Someone has leaked his name out into the hood of the killer as being an informant. The family of the victim has heard that JD was involved and are looking for him. 

I told you, it all sounds like an episode of the Wire huh? 

The only thing is, I can't just turn the television off or change the channel when my one-time-enemy-now-very-close- friend breaks down and cries on my shoulder because he's scared of dying and or losing his kids to another prison term. 

By-the-way, I haven't even mentioned that Quincy's 9 year old daughter attends the after-school program that I coordinate. Yes, I had to look in that little girls eyes yesterday and hold back my tears when she asked me did I know "Quincy Henderson"

"Yes, I did." I replied to her.

"He was my Dad."  She told me.

"He got killed."

Dumbstruck, I stared at her with a blank look in my eyes as my mind raced to find the appropriate response. 

There wasn't one. 

All I could do was just give a hug her and hold her hand as I walked her to the classroom she goes for homework. 



For information on the rally, or if you have information on the shooting - call 303-521-7211. 

For information on Open Door Youth Gang Alternatives and the after-school program - call 303-893-4264. 

Keep your Hearts....

- WydeOpen  




Way Down in the Hole - The Blind Boys of Alabama