Welcome to Earth Colony: THE GREATEST GOOD FOR THE GREATEST NUMBER, by Dr. Steven Nur Ahmed

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This week marks the 50th anniversary of the 1963 march on Washington.  I remember that day 50 years ago.  I was a young boy and along with my mother I watched Dr. King deliver his “I have a dream’ speech on our small black and white television set.  I remember how he bowed-up at the dais on the Lincoln Memorial steps saying nonverbally that the civil war will end in justice for all.

We were poor as were most of our neighbors but we did have a sense of neighborhood and community. We had a sense of closeness.  Dr. King and others made us believe that there was hope for a better future in America.

Now, 50 years later we have an African American President of the United States, congressmen and women, thousands of college educated African Americans, athletes, entertainers, and hundreds of thousands of African Americans in the middle class.  We can shop in the malls, eat in any restaurant, and use any rest room which we want to.  All of that is very different from the apartheid society in which I grew up 50 years ago.  It is a major achievement for which much was paid by many who did not live to see the sweeping changes wrought by their personal sacrifices.

I watched some of the commemoration activities on television this week.  I think that it was good to commemorate the 1963 March on Washington.  After all, the Jews have their ‘Passover, the Muslims have their ‘Hajj’, the Hindus have their annual trek to the ‘River Ganges’, Christians go to Bethlehem, so we have our March on Washington and the Prophet with a Dream for all.

The commemoration speaker’s list was star studded. They were successful individuals.  I noticed that all of the speakers had nice clothing on and were well heeled.  I also noticed that there were many political figures there.  There were ex- Presidents, the current President, and the U.S. Attorney General.  I got the feeling it was ‘approved’. In 1963, President Kennedy did not attend nor did anyone from his administration.  The 1963 March on Washington was not ‘official’.  It was grass root.  I know, times have changed.

But I also know that all of the major socio-economic indicators which measure quality of life and life chances say that African Americans as a group are not better off today than they were in 1963.  Thus I am faced with a deep irony.  I must admit that there are great opportunities, that more doors are open, that individuals get free K-12 education and that one can aspire for and achieve higher education.

Yet, African Americans as a group are at the bottom when it comes to median income, health care access, high school graduation, and amount of wealth possessed while at the same time they are at the top of incarceration, unemployment, homicide, and  foster-child care rates.  Should I simply shrug this condition off as being the unavoidable absolute “The poor will always be with you”? Or ‘The best of times…the worst of times’ in perpetual relation?   Or should I think differently?

What should our moral standard of achievement be? How do we identify the moral standard of achievement for a civil rights movement which had its origin in the plight of a whole people and which was paid for in the only tender they had? That tender was the blood of slaves and their descendants. Blood bled out as a whole people on many country roads, on city streets, in ally-ways and over many decades, indeed over many centuries.

Our moral standard of achievement cannot be individualism as argued by John Dewey nor anyone else. It cannot be individualism because if we assume that line of reasoning then we would be forced to concede that since there were free and successful African Americans during slavery, some even owning slaves, the state of slavery that most Africans were subject to didn’t count in the moral scheme of things.   If individual success be our standard then logically it forces us to turn our back on the majority of our people so that we can have a clear view of the well heeled individuals among us.

Individualism is more myth than real because “No man is an island”; nature has prescribed that we each begin life as a group in relation to a women in a family.  Death is the only real individual experience one will ever have.  Death is absolute individuation. Therefore, individualism cannot be our moral standard of achievement and of success for our people.

The philosopher Jeremy Bentham once said: “The greatest good for the greatest number.”  If that be our moral standard of achievement then all our actions and our policies should aim to apportion the greatest number of benefits for the greatest number of African Americans.  Until then the struggle must continue to uplift all.







The fabric of nature is sewn and held together by numbers.  At night and above the prison yard there must have been times when Malcolm viewed a clear sky revealing to him a majestic display of stars.  And now, and of all places in a prison without any haze to obstruct his view, he must have appreciated the dazzling colorful full spectrum splendor of star light.  He must have understood his infinitesimal smallness in relation to the universe.  How so much less time he had to live when compared to the burning stars and countless planets which litter the night sky.  And even how so much of the star light he saw was but the legacy of stars that had long burned out; yet, though burned out they had been stars which had burned so bright that billions of lights years away they would be known to conscious and sentient creatures to have once existed.

They each had their measured times, distances, velocities, amounts of heat disbursed into cold dark matter, lengths of cycles, and measurable mass. Finally, all of it is intellectually understandable and can be expressed logically in geometrical and numerical form as equations, inequalities, averages, ratios, and proportions on the canvas of the mind’s eye.  A legacy is but a snapshot of an immeasurably short moment.

Malcolm X did not want to die in prison and have his legacy etched as prison graffiti on prison walls. So, to avoid dying in prison and to become the master of his legacy he decided that from thence forward the steps he took would be increasingly measured steps not erratic ones.  He fathomed the meaning of the statement: “to measure is to know”.  While in Charlestown State Prison Malcolm followed the batting average of Jackie Robinson saying that: “…no game ended without my refiguring his average up through his last at bat…” He realized the necessity of arithmetic and its application to solve problems so that he could know where he stood in the moment.

The fact that Malcolm X could refigure Jackie Robinson’s batting average on a daily basis means that Malcolm X knew how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide. To calculate the average of a set of numbers requires the practical application of each arithmetic operation.  His ability to do so is a learned skill driven by the power of logical thinking. He could grasp the theoretical nature of the arithmetic operations and each operations relation to the other.  This leads to another question.

What did Malcolm really know as a result of ‘refiguring?’ Was it simply an average? Or is the implication more fundamental and having to do with the two arithmetical operations adding and subtracting as well as their two sub-alternate operations of multiplying and dividing? In order to get at the answer to that question, let’s go back to his walks around the yard.

Thousands of inmates walking the circuit of the yard for decades must have worn it into a deep trench. It is that beaten path on the yard which shapes their thoughts as the banks of a river give shape to a meandering stream of water. And like the banks of a stream of water it directs the flow of their thinking in relation to their mindscapes. As one walks that beaten path one’s thoughts and conversations pour forth and are molded by it as liquid poured into a mold. Therein some thoughts become heavy and sink while others become lighter and levitate. Such thoughts thus freed from the weight of stress fly free of gravity and then focused downward can see the never ending circle of the yard and the utter futility of those moving around and around it.  Naturally one so freed wants to know the circumference of the circle that held his body and mind and which like a boa constrictor with ever tightening grip around its victim slows the pulse of its victim until the victim dies.

The circumference of a circle, its area, its diameter, and Pi; all are needed to calculate. Those are all characteristics of the yard that one needs to know if one is to escape the never ending route and the deepening trench cut into the circuit of the yard which ties everyone together and which will eventually bury everyone on it.  Along with those figures are methods in the form of equations which are necessary to get precise answers as to why one is going in a circle.

Observing the circular path of the yard Malcolm X must have imagined its composition.  He must have figured out that by use of kite string and a mental compass he could by extending it from one point on the circle to its opposite side draw with a compass four intersecting curves and that by reversing the method he could do the same to the lateral sides of the circle thus drawing four other intersecting curves. And that then he could precisely connect the four intersecting points with straight lines through to the middle of the circle; that would give him the precise center of the circle.  He would have then seen that the radius = ½ D or the diameter divided by 2.

Assuming the yard is a circle, the circumference of the yard is a necessary figure to know. A perfect circle divided by two intersecting lines at its center and creating four quadrants would have been obvious once he imagined the diameter. But how could he measure the length of the diameter and circumference of the yard?  Perhaps he would have measured in feet since he was walking.  There are 5,280 feet in a mile. Assume the yard circuit is a mile. So, the length of the circumference of the yard equals 5,280 feet.  After that he would have needed the diameter.  Let’s say that Malcolm took a short cut by walking across the circuit of the yard instead of around it.  His walk would have described its diameter.  Let’s say that he figured the number of feet as he walked and concluded that it was 1,680.62 feet.  He now had two important figures: the circumference of a circle at 5,280 feet and the diameter at 1,680.62 feet.  Malcolm was now ready to figure something very big. He was about to discover Pi.

First he would have wanted to figure out what percent of the circumference of a circle the diameter is. It would have been a fraction of the circumference: 1680.62/5280 or approximately 32%. So, the decimal .3182 of any circumference is equivalent to its diameter.  Next, he would have noted that the ratio of the circumference of 5,280 feet to the diameter of 1680.62 equals 3.1416. Malcolm had found Pi: 3.1416. He would have simply divided the circumference of a circle by the diameter. Pi is constant. It is always the quotient of the circumference divided by the diameter expressed as a percent of the circumference.

In Egypt it was first calculated as the ratio of 256:81. Pi is the mathematical constant which opens the door to figuring out the circumference and area of any circle. It would help Malcolm understand his inner relation to all things. The core of the earth, planets, sun, other stars, the cells in his body and the magnetic fields which cut through their centers all spoke to him of his inner alignment with the universe. Do you see the patterns?  Malcolm couldn’t and you will not break free from the space which confines your body without first knowing the measurement of the space which occupies you. Yes, ‘the space which occupies you’ because the space which imprisons your thinking is proportional to the space which confines your body. Incarceration is a state of mind.  Malcolm X had crossed the yard; he had gotten off the beaten path.  He smiled. The sky was clear. Malcolm could now see forever.



























Good Afternoon:

My name is Kathy Christopher. I am the daughter of Myrtis Dillon Christopher. Myrtis Dillon was born in Magnolia Mississippi. She was the youngest daughter of Flowers Dillon and Ada Taylor Dillon, who are descendants of Leonard Dillon.

In my youth, I would often shock my playmates by sharing that my mother had 18 brothers and sisters…They would look at me wide eyed and could hardly believe it. 

It was exciting for me to imagine it as well; especially since I am the youngest and only girl in my immediate family.

At that stage in my life, the thought of always having some one to talk to, play with and confide in was a great one.

The sad part of being a member of such a large extended family was having the misfortune of living across the country and having few opportunities to interact and establish bonds.

Thus I can only praise those who have kept the concept of the Dillon Family reunion alive for it allows and encourages us to maintain and create new connections.  My first family reunion was in 07 and I had a wonderful time. I returned home with a full heart and the desire to “return to the south soon”; little did I know that I’d be back in 09.    

In March or early April, I was contacted by our cousin Barbara Taylor who by the way I’d never met or at least did not recall meeting before the “07” family reunion.   

She requested that I speak at the up coming family reunion banquet. My first instinct was to bow out and give the very valid excuse of having to work. In fact I checked my schedule and discovered that it had been recently rearranged leaving the weekend of the reunion free…was this providential?  I still remained somewhat resistant; in fact I thought to myself: ‘what can I possibly share that would be pertinent and interesting to this group of family members little known to me and vise versa.’   

I concluded that I would simply share my thoughts on the significance of family; I would share of myself;  share my daughter and in doing so I would carry  with me the soul of my mother, Myrtis Dillon, the youngest offspring of the 19 that flowed from the Flowers Dillon line. Myrtis was one of the many tributaries to the Dillon Family stream.

Myrtis’ stream merged with that of Eugene Christopher and from their union Anthony, Nathan, Kenneth, and Myself were born.

There are now 10 grandchildren all of whom live in California. 


Look at us here today! Our family is like a clear flowing stream teaming with life. So I want to talk about two things.  First, I want to say something about the flow of our family stream and secondly, I want to say something about the life of our family stream.


The flow of our family stream has been a meandering one.

Years ago my husband and I began to think about the importance of family and our family heritage but we were confronted with a major problem. That problem was the unique history of our African people in the Americas and the Diaspora.  More specifically, it was the unique history of our immediate family.

I say the Diaspora because we discovered that our organic treasure is situated throughout the Caribbean Islands, Brazil, and the Americas dating back over 80,000 years!

One challenge was identifying family members whose tribal or surname had been lost in the journey across the middle passage, and then on the plantation. So we thought about a strategy to overcome the surname problem.

Knowing that many of the surnames would only lead us to an owner of African slaves, we endeavored to find a strategy to overcome that cultural problem.  We found a genetic path which would help us to identify unknown family members separated by thousands of miles and hundreds of years. We went to Genebase.com on the internet.

We submitted a sample of our DNA and after several months we discovered a family stream that has flowed here in the United States and in many other directions throughout the world.

From the Oromo and Mandingo Tribes in East and West Africa we have now learned of faces we did not know and may never see in person but who share our DNA and thus share remarkable physical, spiritual, and intellectual characteristics.

These findings have allowed us to see God’s remarkable plan to give our family every opportunity to survive and flourish no matter what the situation, the language, or  the culture that we were thrown into!

God cares for each of us individually and also for our entire family.  Without God, our stream would have succumbed to the drought of selfishness and despair but instead we rush forward with energy and love.

There can be resistance to the flow of our family stream, though it is less cumbersome if we simply follow the path that has been paved by our elders. Some obstacles however are inherent to the growth of a healthy, vibrant stream; lets talk about of them.


There is much resistance to streams as they flow.  The river bed, boulders, rocks, drought, and artificial barriers each slow down or in some cases can stop the river’s flow. So, too, with family streams like ours; we find in our daily lives different forms of resistance many of which we have all faced at one time or another.   

Economic hardships, individual illness, and death are some of them but we overcome them. We overcome because we assist one another during economic hard times; we care for each other in illness; and, though we cannot stop death, God blesses us with reproductive power so that we never really lose the ones that we cherish for we can see in our off-spring their reappearances in a smile, a certain walk, or just a relaxed expression. In that way, God puts it in our hands to make another generation strong and durable to carry us on as though there has been no change all.

Yet, there is one more thing that we do to overcome the slings and arrows of the world; that which is greater than all others .That one more very essential thing is that we generate is the force of love.

You see, in the natural world streams flow downward conforming to the natural law of gravity. Gravity drives the life cycle in the natural world. But family streams flow up not down!

You may ask why that is? The answer is that family streams conform to a higher law— that is not natural —but which is spiritual. It is the law of love which among other things says that if you love one another you are lifted up, and not caste down! 

As we each generate love within ourselves and let it emanate from our hearts then we create the force that drives our family through the corridor of time and space. Nothing can defeat love! That is why we are here in such numbers on this earth. It is because of love in good and hard times that we continue to thrive. 

Let us never forget it and never cease to generate that love in our hearts. Now, let’s speak briefly on:


It has been a long time since our sojourn here in the United  States began. Mississippi was once for us a place of extreme injustice and inhumanity. Today however, great changes have occurred. 

We have the first African-American President and First Lady.  Both of whom are highly educated and are excellent family models to our young people. 

I consider President Barak Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama as evidence of a message to be understood in spiritual terms.

They are icons and stand to encourage our youth but we are the first line of defense and must stand as role models and be examples for our children of individuals who make healthy life choices.  

The life of our family stream is the children which we have made through our love. They are the future in every sense of the word. The life of our family stream—our children– must be protected from natural and social dangers as well as from self-destructive behavior.

Ironically, though we have seen a political miracle, we are at the same time seeing such dangerous conditions surrounding our young people that it will take the same will and determination which set our people free to protect them from their own acts of self-destruction.

I am a medical doctor. Everyday I see diseases and physical illnesses not brought about by natural causes but by lifestyle choices. Let me name just a few. HIV infection; obesity; alcohol and drug addiction; crime and incarceration; all of these conditions are major killers of our young today.

Obesity, for instance, now not only affects the health of adults but is also a leading cause of our youth’s decreasing quality of life and longevity.  The rate of obesity in our youth is at a critical level, and is approaching 50% of the population.

What we can do is revert to our diets of the past, save money and save calories, cook at home; we can also reclaim an active life, turn off the television, get off the internet, and stop texting. No longer must we toil in the fields from sun up till sun down but we must continue to push against resistance; we must flex our muscles in order to maintain a healthy body. And a healthy body is the first step toward a healthy mind and healthy self esteem.

I could speak on health and the consequences of unhealthy choices all day long but instead let us push forward and discuss where a disordered mind may lead you. It is the criminal justice system.  

The incarceration rate in our community is astounding and we are witnessing greater numbers of our African American males involved in the criminal justice system. Currently, there are more African American males associated with the criminal justice system than are present at our Universities and Colleges. Unfortunately, our young ladies are not far behind. How has this happened??

I believe that lack of education is the primary culprit and all that contributes to the miss-education of our African American children; be it absent fathers, absent mothers or an absent extended family. 

These social maladies are threats to the Dillon family too, we may be watching from the sidelines but we are not immune. We must address these issues and we must do so head on and with a good sense of practicality. For if we do not, our family which has overcome so much can wither away and die in two generations.

We can overcome those threats by understanding some fundamental facts.

One, when our babies come into the world, we have absolute control over their environments. What that means to me is that what they eat for the rest of their lives will be determined by me during the first 5 years of their lives.  Furthermore, the quality of their syntax and grammar and thus their speech patterns will be determined by me during the first 5 years of their lives.  Also, what they literally see and experience in the home is under my control. 

Two, we can make them optimistic or pessimistic because that is the effect of our positive or negative outlook on life. God has given guardianship over to us to protect the evidence of Divine love; that guardianship is absolute and it cannot be waived.

What can we do to decrease the likelihood of our children falling into the traps that encourage disordered thinking? 

We can continue to do what has been done over the years. We can keep the Dillon family reunions alive. Don’t let the stream run dry. Allow our elders to be role models. Let them be testaments to hard work and perseverance. Let them be historical resources. Let them be the teachers and directors of our family stream.

Because of distance and our busy lifestyles we must be even more determined, even more driven and more dedicated to the recruitment of family members to participate in and enrich our reunion experience.

These are some goals that I believe will enhance our reunions   

1.For our next reunion our goal should be that fifty percent of our attendees be between 15 and 20 years old.

2.Establish a trust so that each family unit can contribute during the year to finance young people’s attendance to our reunion.

3.Make reunion positions for our youth to give them responsibility as the next stewards of our family heritage.

4.Pick locations throughout the U.S. on a cyclical basis with the understanding that it will always return to McComb, Mississippi.

5.Pick a counselor who will contact all relatives during the course of the year by phone, in person or mail for the reunion.  The person must also be a good facilitator.

6.Seek out family talent to perform at the reunion especially among our young people.

These are just some of my thoughts and recommendations.  I am sure there are many more that you can make known.


I believe that the stream of our family life can continue. It must continue and to ensure its health and its effectiveness we must share our ideas, our knowledge, and our wealth. As we all know a house divided is weak and will eventually fall. But can you imagine the strength of our house once we combine the love and expertise that can be found within the Leonard Dillon lineage? It could only be awesome.  It is up to us. 

Thank you for your time and the invitation. Enjoy the remainder of your weekend of fellowship and God bless.

















There’s and N-Word On My Shoulder, Should We Kill It? A Discussion of The N-Word And Its Modern Day Significance – By Wayne Johnson, Attorney At Law

The administrator sent me an NPR article “How Would You Kill the “N-Word.”  I have no problem saying the word, “Nigger.”  It has no modern day relevance to me, or anyone I know or associate with. 

I do not think the word is even used anymore to describe Black people.  I have heard others refer to White people as Niggers, or “White Niggers,” or even as “Nigger Lovers.”   I have overheard Mexicans, Asians, and White people refer to themselves as Niggers.   White people have said other White people have nigger-lips, suggesting they are mixed.  





Other so-called White people referred to dark Jews, dark Italians, and many of the darker Europeans of Greece, France, Spain, and the “Slavic” region as Niggers.  The infamous Captain James Cook supposedly once said “they maybe be [Polynesians], but they look like Niggers to me.” Today, those in the United States military refer to people in the Middle East as “Sand Niggers.”

The word was not originally derogatory anyway.  It is a variation of the Latin, Niger, or the Spanish, Negro, which are related to the Latin word for “Black.”  Should we stop using those or even the word Nigeria?  It is amazing how much confusion a few ignorant people can envision or conjure up. 

Some ignorant people who could not properly pronounce the Latin word used it and their pronunciation became derogatory.  It used to mean that the subjects were Black, but it may connote big noses, nappy hair, thick lips, which are things some Black people want no parts of because they hate “self.”   It may also connote slave, ape-like, ignorance, crazy, retardation, subservience, or a host of other adjectives.  However, who knows what anyone means when they use the word in any given context? 

This is an image of what some probably referred to as a Nigger.   I can see why this would be derogatory.  It is not flattering and it is cruel and inhuman.


Today, the word has no universal definition.  We do know that if you get into a road rage situation or attend a Klan rally, or if someone is angry with you and they refer to you in those terms regardless of your ethnicity, it means every negative thing they ever envisioned.    

If a person approaches you and says, “[I] love you!  You are my Nigga,” that could be a term of endearment. 

I would not kill the word….  It has economic value.  I think we should co-op it solely for Black people’s use and commercialize it.  For those who object to the word, maybe we can sell buttons for them that say do not use the “N-Word” in my presence or don’t call me a “Nigger.” 

Black people are the only ones who can say it to another Black in a non-derogatory manner anyway.  Let’s face it, we are not going to get rid it.  We can’t bury it.  Some people are always going use it or a variation such as “Nigga.”  Some folks are still not going to say it or feel uncomfortable using it.

Everyone around the world takes negative images and commercially co-ops them so that those who might otherwise use them are not able.   Look at the triangle that the Nazi’s allegedly used to single out homosexuals for example.  Peckerwood is another.   I have seen White people selling peckerwood caps on line. 

Many of us may not know or re-call how we hated being referred to as “Black.”    We preferred the word “Negro,” which means the same thing.  

So what does the N-Word really mean to you?  Unless I understand the context, I am uncertain what that person means or how or if I should respond.  Unless it triggers a money making venture, perhaps a discrimination lawsuit, I know I will not spend a lot of time pondering over it. 

Let’s get paid first, and then let’s worry about what we would like to be called.  I prefer being called “My Pharaoh.”

All I know is when I was a child growing up in a predominantly Black neighborhood, before “Black and Proud” were used together, if someone referred to me as a Nigger, I would look to them, regardless of their race and calmly and say, “[Y]a mama.” 

If they meant Black when they used the “N-Word,” because of recent DNA discoveries, I was so right in that modern science has proven that all humans have a Black ancestor.