The thoughts of man, is a subject that would require an ocean full of ink to pen. But the development of a child is a phase that we not only see happening, we can analyze and evaluate it. Thus allowing us to precipitate and perpetuate the childs growth. How shallow our thoughts must be if we believe that the growth process of adults and of our children has not been tampered with, and not just in one way, in every way. Take for instance my early childhood development. In fact, mines will be used as the example.

Most human beings are unable to trace back any memory of themselves prior to the age of five. Science claims this fact is attributed to the nurturing process of the mother/father figures. However, a Master Mind can trace themselves back through the ages, thus they know.

On September 25th, back in 1955, a Master Mind was re-born per the proud parents of Washington and Patricia. The re-birthing process was a complicated one due to prolonged labor. Thus began the first encounters of struggle the man-child would endure.

Duane was a beautiful red haired baby, with a fat round head that resembled that of the Campbell Soup Boy advertised years ago. At the early age of four months he could point to every part of his body with accurate precision. He had this strange way of commanding what he wanted to possess. He would hold up both his arms, bald up his tiny fist and shake. Not just his fist would shake, mind up, but his entire little body would convulse, until he got what he desired. His father, mother, aunt Tremayne and uncle Otis, would laugh, teasingly calling him The Duke as if he was the possessor of an invisible scepter of power.

By age seven the duke was enrolled in a Catholic School to receive what was thought to be at that time, a better education than Public Schools could give. Nothing was strange about the duke, in fact he was so well liked that he would always emerge the speaker or leader of his peer group. Priest, and Nuns alike, loved him because he was extremely bright and well disciplined. Getting a good Catholic education consisted of learning Religion. Church was a constant to a Catholic School Pupil. By the third grade Duane was singing on the all boys choir and assisting the Priest at Mass, as an Altar Boy.

During the spring of 68 the dukes life reached a crossroad. This was his eighth grade year, and graduation was in the air. The Nuns took the class and some of the non-graduating students on a field trip to the State Capital in Annapolis, Maryland. This trip forever changed the way the duke would think and act.

As all the students lined up to purchase tickets to the Theater, the ticket taker called out to the Nun, a sister Mary Agnes and said, The little nigger children can not be permitted to enter this Theater. The Nun looked as if she wanted to cry. Even the ticket taker felt sad about a policy that he was compelled to adhere to. A rule that could separate little class mates who had struggled together side by side for eight years. Silence reigned for a period of three minutes, then the duke raised his hands, clenched his little fist, and shook. The words flowed from his mouth like the waters of the Mighty Nile. Truly he was going against the current flow but he did not care. Wipe them damn tears away and come with me, the duke commanded. When the other black kids gathered behind him, the Nuns spoke out trying to console the Leviathan that rose up inside of him. This was the dukes Baptism of the Spirit that moves. Something strange occurred shortly after that.

While trying to decide which Catholic High School to attend, the duke was told by his parents that he would not be going to a Catholic High School because the nuns felt he was not Catholic High material. That this had any bearing on who his parents were at that time never occurred to him being so young. He just felt that nothing was real, for real. Malcolm had been assassinated three years before and Martin Luther King had just been killed. Now, a different force was at work in the dukes life.