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The Witch's Brew

by Luwillis Gibson

478 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0477; ISBN 1-55369-664-6; US$36.50, C$43.00, EUR30.00, £21.00

This book is a psychological - sociological explanation of behaviour, particularly criminal behaviour. It offers a pratical and economical cure for for social malady - educational suggestions.

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About the Book

    Briefly in summary, The Witch's Brew, explores analytically the subtleties in the natural, and cultural creation of crime - the criminal personality which to some extent greatly shows what is, and has long been, societies historical needs. Without question as well, it shows and vividly explains society's yearning and glorification of sensationalism and aberrant behavior as a source of gratifying entertainment. The book tends to analyze all such behaviors and interest so as to show how it is culturally maintained for social gratification. Further, throughout this analysis it shows how factions throughout the world have swapped good for evil at the perils of some, while, ironically presenting the appearance of good for others. The prideful theme of the book emphasizes the need for educator's and scientist to dedicate their involvement in intellectual pursuits while highlighting the different levels of intelligence and enlightenment in the different kinds of intelligence. Throughout this endeavor we hope finally to have shown the detrimental affects in the abuse of welfare and welfare institutions to include our civil services, while appropriately likening these detrimental affects to the abhorrent affects of America's slavery legacy.
    The Author of this book, as has been inferred, hopes, of course, to have provided the world and especially America with the need to realign its educational premises, with the enlightenment of scientific acknowledge, but moreover for sure, to open it's venues to that Macrocosm that produces the scientific microcosm. While this sounds highfalutin it is treated with the utmost simplicity throughout the book. We need to wake-up while whirling around the universe on our gigantic space ship and take a look out the window at how our world is shrinking - how it has, and continues to change. And simply allow our mine's eye to sore - to encompass all of the amazing wonders that's there for our bountiful enrichment. Throughout we have respectfully demanded that we allow ourselves to behold the wonders of God's creation in the overall greater energy scenario, provided by the all seeing eye, in it's highly programmed forces, that's far beyond the wildest imagination of our Merlin's, Edgar Casey's and Nostradamus's.

About the Author

    Luwillis Gibson grew up between separated parents and grandparents vacillating between Toledo Ohio, and atlanta Georgia, during the years of the great depression, through the 1940s. Needless to say, the whole scene, lined with mounds of thorny beds of roses - was almost always devoid of celestial harmony, though, says he seriously, 'as difficult as it must be to believe,' he found most of his early life enjoyable, in most strange ways. This became the perch from which the mixing of "The Witch's Brew" was first viewed. From that advantage, he began meshing his youth experiences with subsequent professional experiences, to attempt his accounting of our ongoing social morass.
    It wasn't long after he's begun his Corrections career, that he learned his youthful and professional encounters had combined sufficiently to have become what he calls happily, his 'piece de resistance,' or his slice of life's pie. The opening of that window provided the opportunity to view and formulate his rapidly materializing opinions relative to our ominous expanse of injustices and criminality.
    As a black visionary, during this period of immense social reformation, after about 1945 these awesome phenomena quickly bloomed into a personal obsession with special emphasis - ultimately that glimmer of an earlier seed had provided the insightful courage that greatly fertilized the desire to write this book.
    But still, all would have been for naught, had it not been for the vast contribution of WWII to that tantalizing fertilized seed. In fact it was his wartime experiences that lead to what he's glowingly referred to as having his 'piece de resistance,' or rewarding career in corrections. Having been provided a hands on, bottom to top molding - the full gamut of the various criminal types and matching required variety of management styles, were the Godsend winds of the times. It should be noted here that his sparkling career which had began as a Corrections Officer in the World's Largest Prison (State Prison of Southern Michigan) in 1949, began to bloom rapidly, under the auspices of a prideful military backdrop; The historical recognized U.S. Army's 24th Infantry; Buffalo Soldier; Bronze Star mystique times, etc. Of course, our contributing socially unparalleled changing times greatly enhanced his stratification to the stars. it is what might be said for being in the right place at that psychological moment?
    Indeed, these had meshed well to boost the Michigan Corrections' third black officer, to rapid elevation. Keep in mind, these were the prevailing social winds immediately preceding the onslaught of the infamous 1952 Prison Riots and the Supreme Courts emancipation Ruling of 1954 (Brown Versus The Topeka Kansas, School Board.) His soaring rise to stardom culminated at (MCF the States Newest Prison, where he retired in 1982. The only significance of that point is that it was the relevance of that bountiful experience that qualified him for the task requirements in The Witch's Brew, which is a product of that formulated mindset concocted by those experiences. But then it would be remiss to omit that this was all under the guidance of a fairly adequate educational background.

Excerpt

    In that we are about to proceed, at your request, along a slippery slope, let me repeat an earlier caution: your very quick-trigger tendency floors me. Your inclination to jump prematurely through to the conclusion mode causes me to doubt I'm getting through to you. So, if I may, I'd like to float, what, for want of better, I call my 'Tooth-fairy.' In it are a few harmless appearing subtleties that will require your full attention. One or two may even require one's very earliest animalistic subcultural fantasies for clarity. The core asset of this ditty, however, is designed by masters for operators of the most diabolical of subliminal devices. And what makes it so ingenious is that it's the pretty face of ordinary common decency‹those simple, but diabolical little utterances‹ traditional brominism, for inculcation of racial cultural heritage for youth - mainly young women.
    In fact, this Dentist is reputed to be a fairly decent and fairly tolerant professional. Well known, in fact, for his excellent character, as stated, and apparently, without any amount of obvious malice of forethought. - What toxicity there is, was probably typically acquired, like many social contagion's disguised by the cloak of malice without harm intended. Unfortunately, such contagions are traditionally transmitted to others in this manner; without the appearance of malice, though, actually it's no less effective.     In this instance, the Dentist had merely instructed his new nurse, by way of proper office decorum, in the practice of the Hippocratic Oath, in pain prevention. He'd hoped to properly achieve the task to the nth degree without a waste of valuable time. But, notably, the cloaked message though appearing well intended aroused her previously alerted ire. To her it had been a typically demeaning defamatory remark that estab-lished his veiled lifelong concept of character and race relationships. As implied earlier, his intent to be harmful may have truly escaped his consciousness. However, she was well aware of the idea of transmitting traditional subliminal messages to Young White Women. - Long ago she'd grown weary of this well-known traditional, paternal duty, of white men, for the preservation of the Master Race.
    But, as indicated, providence, if not he, couldn't have selected a worse case scenario. In event you haven't come to this little ditty, yet, in your home work, let me explain, that this new attractive, and, especially, well endowed nurse had been a long time acquaintance with this particular patient. In fact, he was her boy friend's uncle. Thus, the message's purpose asserts this a type of situation, as proof of the white man's superior threshold for pain. - Of course, this would suggest the whole array, among other basic differences, between Black and White men. All ascribing to the bigoted trash-heap, to which she had been, exposed most of her life. Thus, in the one ear and rapidly, out the other, categorizing the Dentist, rather than the Patient. Incidentally, the Nurse's acquaintance with the patient included knowledge of his lonesome having extracted several aching molars, recently. Now here this, mind you, extracted with a pair of ordinary pliers, aided by merely a couple swigs of mason fruit jar moonshine, for pain.
    By the way, the patient was a rather heavy-set black man with a history of recrea-tional narcotics usage. The Doctor, in passing, had noticed the man grimacing, with jaw in hand upon entering the office. Now, as mentioned, you'll recall the nurse knew the man. O.K., skipping along here," Carl grimaced when glancing at the wall clock cried, "time flies. So let me hasten to say, The Doctor, became infuriated upon discovering the patient was still suffering somewhat more than was expected, subsequent to the medication that should have eased his condition. At that point the Dentist asked the Nurse, how many of the little white pills, had she given the patient? The nurse, with a smile replied, 'Why, only one, Sir. Where upon he clasped her wrist firmly and led her briskly away into a back room where he admonished, I've told you," he yelled, "one for White Men and two," he stressed," for Blacks. Why is that," he asked, " so hard for you to remember? O.K., once again," he said, "remember White Men have a higher tolerance for pain than Blacks.
    "Why, Sir!" the Nurse replied," I just knew you were kidding me with one of your typical jokes, because I can't imagine you actually believing that." The Dentist, with flushed-face, stood erect and returned to the patient, whom had overheard the admonition, to find his pain considerably subsided. This puzzled the Dentist. The Nurse, however, reasoned his having overheard the gist of the conversation, another little white pill, sufficed to remedy his pain.
    Now, as previously stated, a casual reading of this little antidote might not ascribe to it the ulterior motives revealed here. In fact it would successfully pass any litmus test for common decency. You see, comparisons between that and the previous overt extreme systems, reduces such subtle minutia to acceptability. Indeed such individuals are fairly acceptable, compassionate and tolerant men. After all theirs is a far cry from the typically ascribed dialogue of overt racism. - Id EST, theirs is sufficiently negligible enough to be acceptable.
    My point, of course, is that throughout our lives little seemingly, unimportant, hardly perceptible tidbits build onto the base from conception. Day after day those minute tidbits are added in terms of thoughts, jokes, - the books we read - people we meet, etc., etc. All of these build into the mounds that become us. Thus, as aforesaid, we are always becoming. God, forbid the sanction of super sensitivity, but tidbits do, accumulate. Pennies make dollars. By design, we culminate. For example, we evolve into inventors - creators, if you will; that on at least one occasion became powerful enough, to create and sustain the American Slave Industry. And who knows where that creative catastrophe will end.
    On going examples of highly creative results, however, are endless. In certain quarters we have begun to honor, of all things, single mothers with accolades equal to that of wedded mothers. On the surface, maybe, no big thing, but add to that the children we observe wondering about the streets, accumulating, baby after baby. These confused, homeless and aimless, criminally directed children, - like unguided missiles, are in route some place to destruct. Well, now, what can we expect when we sanction and actually allow the prescription of fatherless family structuring role modeling to prevail? Such minutia based acceptance of Hollywood role structuring, and independent feminist role modeling prowess, unfolds to provide, in kind, for the corrupted pathways and behavior pattern attitudes found exhibited in our youth. Evidence has begun to link these to our Welfare Systems, and Hollywood's, female independence thing. Indications are, these laid the ground for our modern Matriarchal Society. No doubt that became the culture bed that produced, among other type mutants, our new Young Male Killers - manufactured beings - that seem to be, totally, without conscience or character. Homosexual life styles, might, as well, be connected to this unconscionable and characterless pattern. Notably, these mimic women, as a matter of course, without shame. - Males walking, talking, sounding, and behaving like women-imagine the creation of mutations of this sort, becoming common practice without shame. Like a proverbial snowball, it keeps rolling and evolving into a sniveling, weeping snowman.
    I fondly recall a personal experience, occurring long before roots. In fact, it was in the mid 60's. And, memory serving correctly, it was during my first year of American history, up through the civil war period. I became struck by the puzzling behavior of Blacks, - particularly that of the male of the species. Up to that time, like Jean Paul Sartre, about philosophy, early in his life, I found history sort of boring. But in the back of my mind apparently that earlier observation had rooted - developing a sorta burning yearning.
    Soon, I was to change my thinking, as a result of that entrenched, never ending interest. That problem, I submit wedded me specifically, to that aspect of history and, as fate would have it; that lead to my interest in psychology. Needless to say, that fervent combined undertaking was to, somehow attempt to reconcile Black response to their slave conditions in America. I found, subsequently, no more than I've been saying all along; essentially that things stack and build upon that preceding, until the mound of essential ingredients ultimately form whatever its designed properties were meant to become.
    But, hold on, you've got me rolling down memory lane - way ahead of myself. I seem to recall even before that, having difficulty understanding what appeared to me, the tendency of blacks to actually turn the other cheek. Somehow, their attitude baffled me as it translated into strength beyond my understanding of requirements of human endurance.
    My father, a Presbyterian Minister, in his attempt to console my stoic state of confusion, took advantage of this opportunity. He hoped to teach me a lesson they thought I should have internalized long before. Both he and mother had grown weary of being called by teachers, for my brawling and other such tomfoolery. My father would support his position with his favorite quote of Romans 12:17,21: 'Provide things honest in the sight of all men... Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.' He would follow by saying: 'when you learn to abide by that strategy you will have undertaken the civilized path - the moral high ground. You see,' said he, 'we settle disputes through negotiation and peaceful means.'
    As much as I respected my father's opinion, it would take several more years of his preachment, a broken nose, several broken ribs and both Ghandi and Martin Luther King, finally to convince me of the wisdom of his ways. Father's words countering, were typical: 'why, my boy, traditionally that has been a difficult lesson for us to learn. We are loath to admit it, but the obvious thread of compassion seen in the temperament of Blacks is foreign to us. Their forgiveness of Whites despite their cruel treatment, and denial, throughout the history of this country is indeed strange behavior. Such foreign behavior doesn't make sense to our nature. For long, Blacks nurtured, and cared for our White Children when they, according to white standards, would have had every right to take their revenge out on the children. Such would have been possible in many ways without anyone ever being the wiser.
    Now, whether you recognize these as racial differences or not, really doesn't matter - whether, racial or not, they certainly are not the same, nevertheless. Personally, I don't like getting into these kinky gymnastics that simmer down to sticky kinds of racial semantics. But, I can assure you that when presented with which group to identify, such particular character traits, I'm Sherlock Holmes - no problem. Behavior is a significant identifier.
    Now, permit me to move along to another revealing area. Is it coincidence, or just my crackpot notion or simply a fact that suddenly a large number of our larger cities have Black Mayors? You might have noticed, likewise, Blacks are beginning to show up on the Governor's scroll. How else do you explain the phenomena of blacks growing increasingly in leadership position all over the country. Doesn't it appear obvious to you that Whites themselves are beginning to see their personal credibility on the wane. And, consequently, the future might best be placed in the hands of our innocent and compassionate, blood-stainless blacks. Your pragmatist may not have noticed it, but future planning is an economic fact of life. Financial peers must depend upon investments, which they relish highly among their priorities.
    Some say that it is by nature that black men are not cruel, deceitful, ruthless, and dishonest, like White men. They say his innate inability to take this illusion we call life, as seriously as whites - makes him different by nature. They say, cruelty, and such similar expressions by blacks, were learned from whites, for temporary and essential coping skills - that they are not his, by nature. The fact that they say it's not in his nature to burn, loot, rape, and pillage is important, because, it suggest blacks innately lack the ability to be soulless, vicious and vindictive.
    Now, I must say, I haven't been able to buy this in toto. Some, however, have made more sense. For example, it's been said that Blacks feel a natural paternal responsibil-ity for whites tending to be saying nature designed the guardianship role for Blacks - by virtue of Earth's Black Mother Theory. Now, I find it feasible to attach to that theory, inbred instinct conditioning, to express the various feelings and behaviors exhibited, along the route. If this were not so, he, might have taken advantage of opportunities indicated to vindicate himself. Instead, it appears, it's more his nature to believe reference to the meek inheriting the earth, as written, is made to him.
    Now, let me back up to a previous time - the time before I became so thoroughly imbued with the wisdom of the sages," Carl smiled gingerly. - That is, before I allowed myself the privilege of tinkering philosophically with this silly guardianship idea. Now that I think back about it, I recall something along that line of thought having occurred to me in a dream. The precise terminology is new, but the idea, though fuzzy, is familiar. With each step made down memory lane after that dream, the phrase, "I am my brothers keeper" stuck in my mind. Though, my philosophy was yet considerably frayed, I proudly occasioned to mention my ideas to father, who typically responded helpfully: 'It is written, my boy," said he, "the meek shall inherit the earth.' Now, of course, I'm aware that what I'm about to say is not only ludicrous, but in fact, bizarre. I actually hear you laughing before you know for sure, what I'm about to say. But darn-it, when I add up all my crazy ideas, I manage to conclude in the aggregate, some validity. I can imagine that blacks somehow deep down, instinctively, in their guts, might actually think of themselves," he hastened abruptly to say, " as the white man's guardians." Glancing at Alicia, he said, " Now you may laugh - but first, let me add, it's his contention that he, the White man, is his God-given burden." But, much to Carl's surprise, instead, she had looked at him sternly and looked away, but she wasn't laughing. In fact, he thought he had seen a puddle of moisture forming a shallow glaze over her eyes. It occurred to him that if she had blinked or leaned forward, teardrops would have poured out, like from a broken dam. Thus, so as to comfort her, he quickly turned away grabbed his hankie, blew his nose and wiped his own eyes. She followed as expected - cleared her throat and while tinkering and dabbing her eyes with a napkin, she said quietly, almost inaudibly, " You are a melodramatic man who thinks to much - much to deeply. You do, indeed, say some strangely foolish, but interesting things."
    "Well!" he gasped after a massive pause, "how else can it be explained? I mean given the background listed in its entirety: First, Dr. Leaky's archeological discovery of the earliest existence of man in Africa. Blacks carted away - torn from their homeland, and families, enslaved, split apart. - Brought to this continent like animals in steaming inhumane conditions on slave ships. Dogged and further separated from their families in the distribution process subsequently. Here my dear lady, is where I go mad just thinking about those awful conditions."
    "That's what I mean, you're much to focused. You want to fight like hell because you feel guilty - shouldering all that guilt of being a white male. And you feel that black males are deliberately cautious, meek, and docile because they are black. That translates, somehow, into they shall inherit the earth... Whew! You're loaded. And now," she laughed briefly, " Further, you reason, this black guardianship idea is based on what you see as an actual parental relationship!"
    "Well, now, - that's not exactly true, I mean, about me personally. Your summary of the general panorama is fairly accurate. Darn-it! How else might one explains that clearly unreasonable - seemingly damnable innate attitude that reaches out continually - forgiving? Persistently reaching, ignoring the scorn and rejection of racial supremacy? Mine is logic.
    Though consistently rejected, they persistently seek avenues leading to a bonding peaceful relationship. While I can't imagine less than all out war - to assuage my natural vindictive mentality - these people seek continually to forgive. My God, no! As a white man, I do, indeed, have a problem with that stance. While, I'm sure what you see is the image in which I personally see myself; yes, of course, it's that of a lesser person. It's the only thing, under the circumstances that makes sense to me. Why, hell! I can't deny that I would have sought to destroy all hell. I would have so whittled him down to my size; at every opportunity - to cut his throat - to burn his mansions - to burn his soul - to kill! Kill! Kill! - Kill, until he's down to size, and then, I'd gather all that's left of their carcasses and burn just to hear the melodious sizzling-sound. I'd do it just to smell that aromatic sweet evil. That you'll have to admit is a characterization of a lesser person.

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