The HOJ is an urban novel that transcends lines of race. It tells of promises, loses & love, it explores“The Heart of Justice.”
THE HEART OF JUSTICE
The HOJ is the story of Jeremiah, Garvey and the pursuit of Justice. Garvey finds success to be a solitary existence. Justice is a police officer tangled in a web of lies, deceit & corruption, Garvey is the street kid in-over-his-head. Estranged brothers, Jeremiah and Garvey are alienated by a portentous love triangle orchestrated by Justice, leading to years of separation and loneliness.
When Garvey is mysteriously killed, Justice becomes the center of an investigation and Jeremiah is haunted by lost loves, secrets and a dreadful past. Each character seeks understanding, peace and the ever-elusive joy of yesteryear.
The HOJ is an American-Urban novel that transcends racial barriers, entertains and enlightens. It is not about a Blacks or Whites, it is a tale of inner-city circumstance as experienced by all races, creeds and colors.
It is the story of promises, loses and love, it is an excursion into “The Heart of Justice.”
Earl Shaw was brilliant, debonair and seemed well versed in all aspects of the world. History, religion, science, ways of corporate America, the streets, everything. He was a great motivator as well, Earl kept me reaching for the stars when I could only manage a handful of sky.
It didn’t take long to cover the 60 or so yard walk from my car to the park bench where we held our game. Earl was already there, smiling from ear to ear as two young roller-bladders hung onto his every word.
I must admit, even after hearing many of them several times, I even got caught up in his stories from time to time.
The two things I’d come to expect from Earl were an educational word or two and a fashion tip. Today we started with fashion. Ties were the topic of the day, spoken in a rhythmic Marvin Gay-esque voice he began his critique.
“Young brother” he said adjusting my neckwear, “your tie is cool, the knot is very classic, the design is elegant and your wearing it well. It matches your suit, but remember young brother that women match colors. You are not obligated to match so well, mix it up sometimes. Look at my attire, the colors do not coordinate per-say, but everything goes together quite well wouldn’t you say?”
He continues, speaking in a rhythm you’d find in a smoky poetry reading. “Remember that great things are built of many small differing components, all coexisting to create something grand. Look at us for example. I’m a broken down old-man who’s time has come and gone and your a shining young star with the wind beneath your sails. We are very different and in very different stages of our lives yet we coexist in perfect harmony. Young brother, things can be different and compliment each other at the same time. No tie is so great that I can’t be worn with an old suit, no suit is so great that it can’t be worn with an old tie, get where I’m going with this young brother? Nothing’s too small to be important. Everything has is place, everything has value.”
“Well everything except you playing me in chess” he says with a chuckle.
During our shuffling of pieces to and fro, a silence overcomes the game, suddenly Earl’s arm sweeps across the table, slamming my chess pieces to the ground. His reserved demeanor becomes agitated.
“Why do you waste my time young brother? I will not waste my last days trying to teach a boy who won’t listen” he barks.
“You continuously replicate the same mistakes. Your still making bad decisions in spite of my efforts to show you otherwise. I offer helpful clues but you just won’t listen.”
“No one thing is greater than the next” he adds, losing his breath. “Young brother you keep sacrificing your pawns unnecessarily. They are important, everything is important. Do not give up on something because you perceive it as weak. Pawns are very important young brother, they can become knights, rooks, bishops or even queens if you play right. Stop overlooking things son. Pay attention to possibilities” he moans.
“Look at Kobe Bryant, yes he scored eighty something points, but the game was won by a man who only scored two! Was he not as important as Kobe in that game?”
“ . . . This game is over. Call me you when your ready to listen” he says before packing up and walking away.
I sat on that bench for about twenty minutes, feeling like the karate kid being chastised by Mr. Miagi. Perhaps his message did have meaning, who knows? I just wish I had seen the Kobe Bryant highlights. I couldn’t believe Earl Shaw knew about it and I didn’t.
Sitting for a few minutes I enjoyed the peace of the park and again thought of starting my own business. As juggled the pros and cons of entrepreneurship, the park was filled with loud and unruly kids.
My moment of peace was shortened by the incessant screams and banter of worrisome children.
It was the second time my progress had been halted unexpectedly that day, it wouldn’t be the last, and it surely wouldn’t be the most troubling.