Contemporary African American Released from Prison: Old Life versus the New

By Anthony Morgan

A living lost soul in this book can be a life from the old life to a born-again new life in Jesus. This book is my life of darkness without Jesus, but when Jesus touched me, I was free to worship and praise him for giving his life for me. I was that person walking in the darkness and now have seen this great light (Isaiah 9:2). This light has shone, do you want this? It's a great gift from a Holy King who love like nobody can touch his love. Love is his character; look what he did for me; he will do it for you too. Great grace of this wonderful King of Kings. Thank you and enjoy God's book of his story. I got a chance to tell it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646700820

Anthony Morgan

Anthony Morgan is Editor of The Philosopher, the UK's longest-running public philosophy journal, as well as host of the philosophy events series, "On Philosophy". As one of the pioneers of the UK's public philosophy scene, he is actively involved in promoting the value of philosophy beyond academia.

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Contemporary African American Released from Prison

Old Life versus the New

Anthony Morgan

ISBN 978-1-64670-081-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64670-082-0 (Digital)

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In this material Old Life versus the New!

Old Life versus the New is based on a confession, changing form a street thug and hustler into a servant of God.

Old Life versus the New is a material written by Anthony G. Morgan and told to author, Damon Outter.

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Table of Contents

Age Fifteen through Nineteen

Old Life verses the New

About the Author

At the tender age of sixteen, God blessed Andre and Julia Mae Morgan with the birth of a young child, me, Anthony Morgan, on October 3, 1967, in Dade County, Miami, Florida.

I was told later that day in October was more important than just my birth, for instance.

After a closer investigation, in Miami, the day before and after October 3 was very bright outside, weatherwise but windy. The temperature’s high was only seventy-eight degrees, making the childbirth condition possibly more comfortable at Jackson Memorial or even on the sandy beach.

In the earlier stage of my life, I attended Dunbar Elementary School in Overtown and Douglas Superior School at West Dunbar, which are now Lindsey Tech School.

You know, it’s funny, as I look back on my childhood. At that time, listening to my parents and going to school was more joyful than a young child being locked in a candy factory, with permission to eat as much as you like, the highlight of my day!

Not only school classes, but just associating with other children that I did not know. Especially, of course, where most of my time was spent at home playing with my brothers; traveling in the community was restricted before those school days.

I was raised on Twenty-Second Street and Fifth Avenue! I remember playing with other children, fixing kites at school, and hide-go-seek.

We did not have drive-by shooting like one sees today, children getting killed by flying bullets.

I remember going to the store with my grandmother and getting all we could with food stamps. I loved those food stamps; it bought food. Unlike today’s children, they would not get caught in the food stamps line, but they laugh at the old-timers in the lines and rob them rather than help to protect those old souls.

It has been my experience when returning to Overtown, the community, buildingwise, was not changed that much, but the younger generation has changed it with their habit of roughness.

No more kite flying or hide-and-go-seek. They play with guns worse than Bonnie and Clyde days, so you hide for real whenever they pull up; one might be able to come out of hiding alive. Their bullets fly or goes straight through the old buildings.

I remember we used to love to play in the rain and play on the streets. My grandmother would let us play.

One day, I remember a lady picking me up and running with me, taking me to her home. She said I was her baby. Whoa, what a life to remember.

My mother told me later that the woman had been in a crazy house or nut ward, but she did not hurt me. When I got much older, I always remembered that lady. Her