The Black Cry Movement Organization

By Bruce A Lewis

Bruce and Sharon provide support for the slain, assaulted, and abused black people by the police. They find it necessary to open the Black Cry Movement to bring black communities, as well as other nationalities, together to stop police corruption. They toured all fifty states, and the last destination was DC. During the final event, it proved that the police were still corrupt.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643509822

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The Black Cry Movement Organization

Bruce A Lewis

Copyright © 2018 Bruce Lewis

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2018

ISBN 978-1-64350-981-5 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64350-982-2 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

One day, while watching television with my wife, I saw a young black man shot by a cop brutally. I told my wife this was wrong—an unarmed black man being killed, shot in the back by a police officer. Next, I decided to be for protecting the black community. I ate breakfast with my wife. My children had grown up, and it was just me and Sharon at our home. Sharon was a churchgoing woman and believed in supporting our black communities and being there for our black children. Sharon and I decided to take on being supportive for the blacks as a whole. We decided after knowing that our black men and women needed to come together for the murder of blacks by the police and for black families living in black cry and black hurt and pain.

My objective every day seemed hard, getting black adults to protest in our communities as well as in the nation as a whole. I started calling friends trying to get them involved with the Black Cry Movement. They all seemed interested but not willing to make a stand for the Black Cry Movement. I continued my days of seeking advertisement by reaching out to my black civil rights leaders to take a stand and fight before there was another police murder against the black people.

My days started early in the morning, asking my wife, Sharon, What should be my next move?

Sharon said, Let’s speak in the churches, the Masjids, the temples, and other religious organizations for the support.

So days went by where we would make scheduled appointments to collaborate with priests, preachers, ministers, rabbis, and imams. I asked questions like, Do y’all feel pain when a black man or woman and even black children are killed by police officers? They stood up, giving their opinions and feelings.

I would always feel desperate to plan a march to Washington for the Black Cry Movement. I planned to take some of my own money and buy flyers, spreading them throughout the whole country for us black people to fight for a cause—to stop police from murdering innocent black people and illegal corruption. I would wake up with my wife eating breakfast and come in the house late at night from trying to reach black communities. Some white people and Latin people saw me on the street corner passing out flyers and wanted to get involved. I thought that if other nationalities saw that there has been a dysfunction in the police force, then that it would be a great cause. There have also been white people who fought for our black civil rights. As days passed, I started making calls on my phone, reaching out to the families that have lost family members. Every call was important, and I knew deep inside that we, as a black race, needed to unite and come together.

My ambition started to identify how police rules and regulations dealt in the use circumstances. So I became more involved with investigating the police in black communities. I found out that black communities were targeted by law enforcement than white. I found out that black people have been arrested 50 percent more than whites in certain cities. I also found out that in certain cities, the rate in hiring black policemen were well below average. As known in our black communities, I found out that the employment rates were down. I knew that employers in Silicon Valley were less likely to hire blacks. We black people needed to protest that the American dream for blacks were at a low in the nation. I decided, as my wife, Sharon advised, that it would be best if the black churches, temples, Magjids, and any other congregations where God is spoken are where we can address concerns for our communities.

The mornings were always great, where Sharon and I talked, and I noticed that women understanding would be a great enlightening for our movement.

Sharon said, Bruce I want to get involved with you and make a difference for our black people, to stop this madness by police throughout the country.

Sharon would call her friends, and they would get together at our house. We live in Columbus, Ohio, and there is a great communication in Columbus for black unification. So I started getting young black men and women to pass out flyers to everyone, not only black people, but all nationalities. I, as a business owner of my own, never discriminated on hiring another race. I believe that how America was built between black and white people was definitely wrong. I knew that having another race to voice out would prove that these murderers in the police force would soon be brought forth on paper to lawyers and judges in the USA.

Weeks went by, and I saw more blacks across the nation being murdered. My children called us and said that they were ready to get involved with protesting in the cities they lived in. Our sons, Bruce Jr. and Deandre, started contacting their friends and connecting with churches throughout Texas. Deandre talked to me on a regular day-to-day conversation about posting flyers all around Texas on the Black Cry Movement. Bruce Jr. went to churches and Masjid’s temples, asking mainly people of color to get involved. Our son, Pierre, was in college in Englewood, California, and started passing out flyers and talking to students about Black Cry Movement. Pierre was always around people in radio and television entertainment and would sometimes be able to speak on the problems of the black communities. I started getting calls from people, and they became interested in the Black Cry Movement. We were having meetings at each other’s houses, talking about how to reach our president.

We were now protesting more and more, as television news would report the protesting of many cities in the USA. The streets had become off course; some people started vandalizing stores, and police started shooting tear gas at the crowds. Life in the USA became violent because an innocent young black man was shot in the back. Black people told the major governors, prosecutors, and attorneys that John Joac had witnesses, but the witnesses were scared of the police, prosecutors, and lawyers of the law that used illegal justice to set the officer free. So I decided for our black people that it would be a great move for me to become involved and become a member of the NAACP. The NAACP is an organization where civil rights being discriminated against blacks are addressed. I called the NAACP and was proud of talking to them and hearing about having a job or becoming a member. I felt that it would be better if I would become a member than an employee. So I became a member where I could hold lectures and conferences wherever I went. My foundation, the Black Cry Movement, would hopefully be a great guidance for black people and black communities. I knew that if I could get more civil right leaders involved with the Black Cry Movement, I had a better chance of getting more black interest.

One morning, as my wife, Sharon, and I discussed the necessary needs to travel to other cities, Sharon said, My husband, you’re doing well, and I have been thinking the same thing with the ladies at my church.

Other ladies from other churches said we should travel and also set up conventions for ladies to gather, where we could make a difference for our black people. So Sharon said, Yes, I agree with my husband with traveling.

I also agreed with Sharon. My love, my wife, together let’s make a statement against police corruption. I feel deep down inside, Sharon, that Almighty God will bless our involvement in letting black people know we must come together.

We ate breakfast, and both of us planned to unite with our contacts and schedule conferences among our organization. I began to hold conversations everywhere I went, letting people know that it’s important for us black people to come together, for our voices can be heard on how we felt about the police in our neighborhoods. I started social networking on my phone with celebrities who are successful. Movie stars and sports players of the black race started getting involved, and it seemed like we, as a black race, started to see better communication in our race. I also started seeing not only the black race getting involved nationwide, but other nationalities were partaking in marches and were involved with protesting. Movie stars, singers, rappers, and sport players of different races also started to see how black people were being targeted by the police department. I visualized myself being capable to become a spokesman for the NAACP.

Nights at home would always be a comfort for me because I saw my wife, Sharon, happy and just so involved to make a change for justice in our communities. I maintained my social networks as my main source of getting the media to hear young black people of different types of backgrounds and different types of living, and to let their voices be heard. With young black people, some were working, some in school, some in games, and some were hustling. I use to be in all three categories so I understood how all of them felt. I talked to them in schools and told them their voices must be heard. They explained to me that education and role models were scarce in black homes. They shared food on some days because they barely had food at times. Their parents used drugs and sold drugs around them when they were kids. They said sometimes they didn’t have food to eat in two days. So they were hurt as they saw life for others, especially the kids of white race. Some young children said their lives were okay, but they saw white schools more equipped with better physical equipment for sports, and it made them feel that prejudice was always toward the black people. Some children said that black people are stronger than white people during the struggling times of growing up. The children all responded that police were always prejudiced toward the black people. They said that white people had more drugs than black people, but police was always giving white people breaks. So I continued to get children’s advice from them and asking them what was missing in their lives to bring bitterness in the black environment. They said that jobs, education, and God—more children in religious programs would be best. They said that more recreational facilities would be better for themselves, and their parents need to join in, listening to them. Then they said that sometimes the police do what they want to, and that’s not right. The said that white people in the past were always evil and were disrespectful in having their ancestors beaten, raped, hung, and families split up, and that always brought hatred. I started feeling hurt from how these black children felt, and I had to be one to make a difference in the black race.

I relocated from the east of the state of Maryland and moved to the state of Ohio. Sharon and I would continue in the morning with our jobs and projects to get black soldiers involved with the Black Cry Movement. I was a person who had a positive outlook on life. But I saw how the black race was targeted by the police and saw how presidents from minority schools were becoming prejudiced toward our black children. Still I sought out to demand the congress and the president to get more involved with what has been taking place in our country, the US. Black women, men, and children were starting to feel frightened by the police of our country, not knowing when some other black person would become a victim of another slaying. We, the Black Cry Movement, have helped support protests through media in cities where blacks were victims of murder. Pain would be in our black race, and there was only one way to stop this problem—protest. Gathering churches, Masjid’s temples, and conventions, we had work ahead of us; but to continue on in the effort would be one of the greatest achievements for our black race, Latinos, and some whites who have been beaten and abused by the police force. Sharon and I settled in our new home and felt that it would be nice to show some support to the black youth. So we planned an event for all local talent to compete and also to get exposure from the local investors in the state of Ohio. I knew that things between my wife, Sharon, and I would always be okay, with how we shared the same views of love for God to be shown through us to others. Sharon and I started making our own T-shirts with the title of the Black Cry Movement.

One morning, as I woke up in my bed, I gave my friend, Mike Pain, a call. We have been friends since grade school. He was into talk shows on private local channels and also into creations for public relations in art commercials and movies. I decided to give him a call. I couldn’t get an answer back, so what came to my mind was to start to try and direct and produce my own motion picture. I had thought about writing movies in my past and had written short stories for children. I came up with writing a movie from the title of my foundation, the Black Cry Movement. The Black Cry Movement has been the title of my foundation on how to bring the black race nationwide to come together and stop police from murdering black people. This is where I predicted I could get the world, not just the nation, to know how some police have not only been murdering, abusing, and using corruption to murder innocent black people, but they were also freed by the US court systems. Every minute of writing this book and explaining my emotions was difficult and frustrating because as we blacks protested in cities where blacks were victims of murder, abuse, negligence, and corruption by the police, it was not stopping; and it had continued to other cities and states. I knew that protesting alone would not stop police from taking on the black society through police-patrolling of using illegal activity and would not solve our racial problems. The help would be needed from our Attorney General Jackson, Congress of the USA, and President Howard. But through socializing with entertainers, movie stars, musicians, sports players, as well as bringing other nationalities and other law enforcers, it would definitely bring change.

My social network started questioning other nationalities from the old, the middle-aged, and the youth. The old white people seemed not interested in how police had been killing unarmed black people. Some of the white politicians understood that in some cases where black people were murdered, it was the police using their guns wrongfully. But as a black man, I always knew that white people had that one couple in their families who were against black progress and justice for all. This was just my own opinion on statistics, but looking at how America was built, I looked at it that way. I took my tape player to the VA so I could ask veteran adults that were white how they felt about US police who have been suspects in murder and unlawful use of force. The response I