My Truth about The A

When I was asked:

I would like to know a little something about the ATL. How is life in the ATL?

My response in commentary:

Atlanta Life for me has not been that pleasing since I have been here, 7 years. Living here is definitely a different look than visiting for a weekend, as I did for years. I have yet to fully assimilate and accept that life in The A is not progressive. The lack of internationalism forward-thinking e.g. an understanding that Atlanta is a speck on the world map and the inescapable intellectual shallowness exasperates me. But to be fair, the make-up of the Atlanta metro area resembles most urban black cities...plagued by transplant-ism and an overwhelming sense of apathy that exudes from the natives, Atlantans. I get the sense that people come here to say that they are living in Atlanta or have lived in the Atlanta City Limits...when in fact –in most cases- they reside or resided in a country ass city that's 25 minutes from Atlanta. Mecca of the bible belt…? May be it was years ago e.g. Auburn Avenue - but from my view of vision Atlanta is an accepting victim of black flashiness, senseless crime, white people discontent that's boiling over (e.g. home and vehicle break-ins and stick-ups in the neighborhoods that they have successfully revitalized), pathetically acquired reputation-glory from strip club prowess, horrible educational administration and non-professional amity e.g. not much hands of hands washing among the black elite. Again, there are several cities that are defined this way. Nonetheless, Atlanta’s prides itself on the opposite of my definition. Therefore, projecting a false image of a glorious black existence…

A honest assessment without unhappiness...happiness for me is in what I have accomplished while here: fatherhood, wrote a book that was published, completed a honorable stint with the Peace Corps, started the writing of another book, gained a good professional reputation, and have become MORE comfortable with my complexity...so those of you wondering if I am happy...I AM with My Truth about The A...

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