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VOICE FOR THE SILENT FATHERS is Eddie K. Wrights memoir detailing the controversial experience of being the young father of a son who would grow up to be the gayest man on the planet!  His “NO SON OF MINE!!” street gangster mentality evolves during his difficult life journey coming to realize that his responsibility as a loving father didn’t change just because his son is gay.

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THE WRIGHT GROUP TO PUBLISH VOICE FOR THE SILENT FATHERS

OCEANSIDE CALIFORNIA, FEBRUARY 1, 2016 – The Wright Group, Project Management, will publish VOICE FOR THE SILENT FATHERS, Eddie K. Wrights memoir detailing the controversial experience of being the young father of a son who would grow up to be the gayest man on the planet!  His “NO SON OF MINE!!” street gangster mentality evolves during his difficult life journey coming to realize that his responsibility as a loving father didn’t change just because his son is gay. The book is scheduled for publication on June 1, 2016.

In his first memoir, Eddie shares his story of becoming a father at 18 years old who realized his son was showing ‘stereotypical’ signs of being gay while still in diapers.  Spending most of his adult life engulfed in the street gangster/hip hop culture where this subject was not only hushed, but deeply frowned upon, he gives us the voice for what’s been kept silent for far too long, confronting almost every aspect of this taboo topic.  It took years for him to silently accept his son’s homosexuality himself, regardless of all the signs.  When his son was five years old, his favorite color was pink and there was nothing Dad could do about it.  By the age of fourteen; he was an internet sensation, dancing on YouTube building his fan base to guarantee his success when performing as a drag queen a few years later.  Eddie addresses the questions most are scared to ask; Was there anything I could do to stop my son’s homosexuality? When did I know my son was gay? What made him that way?  Parents will find comfort in reading that Eddie admits that his son’s feminine behaviors embarrassed hi and he seriously contemplated abandonment, a choice that too many fathers feel they have to choose.

He shares witnessing the desperation in the eyes of fathers, from all walks of life, who have pulled him aside, away from listening ears wanting to know the answers to these frequently asked questions, agonizing the possibilities that their son might be gay.

“Wow, your voice is one that is rarely heard in this discussion and I for one am deeply appreciative for the insights you offered. My own father disowned me briefly as a teenager for being gay and like you was a man immersed in a macho world. Although he and I were never very close as he became ill and suffered the demise of cancer I was able to be there for him in a way that my other siblings couldn’t and I was able to, in the end, have a closeness with him that made all the distance between us for all those years irrelevant. Thanks for doing this.” ~Troy Lynch

Eddie has been writing for over 10 years while serving his Federal sentence for a street lifestyle that played a key role in his thought process regarding his gay son.  Using his writing and speaking skills as tools to inspire a positive way of living, this former gangster turned Guru brings his story of transformation to life in a way that makes it safe for parents and loved ones to discuss what they think and how they feel about their child living an alternative lifestyle.

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Excerpt: WTF? He’s playing with Barbies?

…Playing in the center of this little Powwow on the thick beige rug was Drew holding a Barbie doll in one hand, a brush in the other, stroking the hair of the female figure. I did a double take to make sure I was really seeing this, and then I did a quick spot check on the baby mammas Klan before I said a word looking at every one in the room with uneasiness.”Am I the only one that sees something wrong with this picture?”

“What the hell is wrong with you Eddie!” Jennifer was the first to attack.

“He’s just a kid, stop acting so macho!” came next from Jessica.

“Why does something have to be wrong because he’s playing with a Barbie doll?” barked Drew’s Aunt Katherine.

Billy didn’t say shit in my defense, looking at me with the eyes of a conquered man. Turning around I walked right out the house to wait for Drew, who got in the car about two minutes later.

“What’s that all about? God, Daddy,” he looked at me like I was crazy.

“You shouldn’t be playing with a fucking Barbie doll…  You’re a boy!”

“So?  There’s nothing wrong with it, I’m just having fun.”

Who told him that I wondered?

“What’s fun about brushing a doll’s hair? As a matter of fact, don’t answer that, I don’t want to hear it!”

“Aren’t we moody today?” he said with his exaggerated girlish voice.

“Drew!!”

“What?”

“Talk like a boy!” I shouted.

“This is just the way I talk.”

“If you’re going to talk like that then don’t say shit!” I slapped the steering wheel and pulled off.

Not another word was said during the ride. I wasn’t even mad at myself for yelling at Drew, feeling like that entire scene was a setup, showing me the type of behavior their pushing on him to get revenge somehow.

“We’re going to turn your son into a flaming queer!” Jennifer and her family’s voices were chanting in my head. They’re going to turn me away from my son is what I thought to myself…

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Excerpt: WTH? Porn on my mothers computer?

 

…The following day traffic was light coming home from the city so I arrived at my mother’s at 4:30 pm. Since I was early to pick up Drew for dinner plans, I decided to log on to the computer, surfing the web to pass the time until came home.

Out of nowhere, a pop-up showing two grown men shaking their bare asses were in my face, asking me to ‘click here’ to see more. At that moment, the dangers of the internet became real to me!

Quickly clicking off the ass shakers, I began to check which recent web pages had been accessed. There was a number of X-rated male porn sites, that a part of me wished to be a new fetish that my mother picked up.

I had seen enough!  Clicking off the computer, I called my mother.

“I was just on your computer Ma, and these homosexual web pages popped up on your screen.  Please tell me your investigating something for work.”

“Calm down Ed!  Drew was exploring those sites!  I forgot to mention it to you!”

“How could you forget something like that?  I’m probably going to have to pay a thousand dollars to get hypnotized so the memory can be blocked from my mind!”

“These things happen at this age, you can’t over react” she said.

“Who’s over reacting?  I’ve been responding to all of Drew’s antic’s pretty well as far as I’m concerned, but this shit is getting out of hand, I just can’t understand it!”, I said, pacing back and forth in her little voodoo room as I heard Drew announce himself coming through the door.

“Hey Dad!” he yelled.

“Give me a second, I’m on the phone” I answered.  “Mom he just go here and we’re going out to dinner, I’ll see you when I drop him off.’

“He’s just a curious adolescent son, don’t’ make a mountain out of a mole hill.”

I found myself hitting her with a sarcastic…  “Really?   I’ll see you later Mom!” hanging up the phone just as Drew walked in the room, embracing me with a hug.

Hugging him back, looking down at him pretending to be oh so innocent.

“You ready to go get something to eat?” I asked

“Yeah, can we go to Dave and Busters?

“If that’s what you want” I said as we headed out the front door.

Walking to the car contemplating what to say, how to bring it up, wondering what answers and solutions I have that would be compatible with logic in the mind of a 12-year-old.  I was coming up blank. As I sat in the driver’s seat, Drew closed the passenger door.

I started the car but hesitated before putting it in gear, turning to ask… “Drew are you gay?’

Looking back at me with utter surprise he quickly shouted back “No!” with a look in his eye’s like a deer caught in the head lights.

“If you are it’s all right, I understand and it will never change how much I love you.”

“I’m not gay dad, why would you even ask me that? ”

A long list of appropriate responses raced through my mind:  Dry humping your Uncle in diapers, favorite color was pink along with your favorite power ranger, talking like a girl, not wanting to play with boys in North Carolina, not to mention the dance routine that your stepmother told me about, but I just said…  “Well…  I was on Grams computer and some gay websites popped-up, I asked her about it and I’m pretty sure she is not the one who was visiting those sites” I explained.

After and awkward 3 second silence…  “I was just surfing the web and came across them so I just explored it.” he explained.

“Why are you exploring male porno sites and not the girl ones?”

“I went to some of them dad… I don’t know.”

It was clear that he was uncomfortable, shit I was uncomfortable. I just put the car in gear, rubbed his head and drove to the restaurant in silence.

We pulled into the parking space, stepped out of the car.

“Drew” I called “come over here.”

His eye’s locked on mine as he walked around the front of the Benz, I just opened up my arms and embraced him in the longest tightest hug I can remember ever giving him. He needed it just as much as I did because in that hug was an unspoken communication, that explained we were both unfamiliar with the situation as it is, with neither of us having the resolution.

We weren’t honestly facing the totality of the circumstances at this time, but the door had been cracked.

The “Pink Elephant” was in the room, but neither of us were prepared to discuss it. I asked him if he was gay and he said no, that’s all I wanted to hear. That hug was to reassure him that even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear, we would find a way to make it through together. Until that pink elephant starts stepping on our toes, I’m not going to bring it up, hopefully he wouldn’t either. We enjoyed our dinner that night, just the two of us (and the pink elephant). The inquiring made us both uncomfortable, but to a degree I could sense he felt some relief.

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A reminder of WHY I needed to write this book!

Today, while speaking at my weekly spiritual meeting, expressing the proud fact that I’m preparing to launch my book about being the father of a gay son who I accept and love unconditionally, I was unexpectedly interrupted…
“How the hell can you condone that!” a member of the group shouted with such hostility and anger that a wave of heat engulfed my body, igniting my adrenaline as my past gangster defense mechanisms prepared for a physical attack, recognizing the hatred in the eye’s of the one who spat the question.

Keeping my cool, I calmly responded.
“I love my son unconditionally, and I want him to be happy living his life, what ever way he chooses”.

“That’s why the world is so fucked up!!” he fired back, continuing his tirade “men are holding hands, kissing each other in public, I don’t want to see that shit and my kids shouldn’t have to see it either. It’s sick and it’s every where, on TV these dam reality shows are all promoting homosexuality.”

“Ok, I hear you” I replied ” and your free to have your opinion, it’s your right, but that same freedom applies to others also. There not affecting you so…”
“They are!! I don’t want to see that perverted shit!” he yelled.

“Hold up, there are some people that don’t like those long ass dreads your wearing, claiming there dirty and smell, so since they have an opinion about that should you be forced to cut them off?” I asked.

“That’s not the same thing” he said shaking his head with a slight sucking of his teeth.

“Not exactly” I responded “but the same argument your making because you don’t agree with the way an individual chooses to live their life, sounds similar to arguments made in the 60’s and 70’s when blacks and whites started being more open with there relationships or when a white woman kissed a black man of TV for the first time. That got a lot of people angry and you sound similar to them.”

“Here you go again Eddie, with your extreme analogies, comparing apples to oranges.”

“No, I’m trying to get you to view things from a different perspective and encourage you to have a more open mind, without being so judgmental of what you may not understand.”

“I understand. It’s wrong and I’m done talking about it.” he said looking both directions for someone to agree with him. No one did.

Changing the topic and moving on with our meeting, I thought about how some people would be against a book saying it’s all right to love your homosexual child.

When I see people on the news holding signs reading “God hates fags!”, actually spending their time painting those hurtful words, along with the hostility that was radiating from the one member of our group, it reminded me that although society as a whole has come a long way with acceptance and tolerance for the equal rights and freedom of the LGBT community, there’s still a lot of work to be done in this new coming year of 2016.

I look forward to doing my part.

Happy New year!!

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“Voice for the Silent Fathers” Introduction

I never thought I’d write a book and never a book on a topic like this, but life is funny that way. I found myself raising a son at 18 years old, still a kid myself, with a baby boy headed down that taboo highway. I was confused, frustrated, and angry at the world. “Why me?” I often thought in those early days… Why has life thrown me this crazy curve ball?
Back then it wasn’t so easy to talk to my friends about my son’s odd behavior, something’s you just didn’t talk about it. So I struggled alone, doing everything I could to stop the unstoppable.
This book is the “Voice of the Silent Father” for those going through the same thing I went through; and this is my story:
I was raised by my single white mother in the suburbs of Suffolk County, Long Island along with my sister Luvina who’s three years older than me. Our African American father played a limited role in our lives, moving back to Rochester New York, when I was two months old.
Visiting with my father a few weeks out of the summer wasn’t enough to make a big impact, let me correct that, it wasn’t enough to instill the positive impact a young black male needs.
I wanted the type of dad that all of my friends had, taking them to Yankees games, and throwing the football around, but my father never made much of an effort to be interested in my life, which looking back to those early days definitely a contributing factor for me turning to the criminal lifestyle.
I promised myself that I would be the father I needed instead of the father I had. But who would have thought that fatherhood would inflict me with a catastrophe that would have me second guessing that promise.
My son Drew was born September 20th 1990. I don’t know if homosexuality is a biological or mental condition. I never thought Drew grew up making a conscious decision to be gay, in the way other kids are making plans to be firemen, police officers, or doctors.
When I would ask him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he would tell me all the normal kid choices and never straight out said “Dad, I want to be a gay ballerina dancer!” but as a father with a keen street intuition I sensed something was having a premature influence affecting Drew.
At a very young age he started sucking his teeth and rolling his eye’s copying his mother. He would alter his voice to imitate a girlish tone and it would get on my nerves with every word spoken like the gayest stereotype on TV. This was when he was still very young, a toddler and I avoided paying too much attention to these signs for fear of re-reinforcing those flamboyant behaviors.
Around others, especially the women in Drews life, I was depicted as “Mr. Macho”… The bad guy who was “over-reacting” when I addressed and attempted to correct certain mannerisms that couldn’t be ignored.
My “Gaydar” was active watching all his behaviors for a “Gayness Alert!” which would make me rush in like the heterosexual swat team to stop whatever he was doing and make it more boyish.
Most often other adults would tell me that my son would grow out of his feminine characteristics, but what if he grew into them? No one had an answer for me to that.
I’ve read and seen a lot of media theories on what causes homosexuality, and although I’m not an expert or have a degree in psychology or some other paper certification printed and framed hanging dusty on display for all to see, I am the father of the gayest son on earth. When I say gay, I don’t mean the quiet closet type, maybe that I could have handled that but no- the son that I was meant to father was probably doing lady gaga impressions in full drag queen attire while still in his mother’s womb, born to show the world what being gay, proud and loud really meant, and lucky me, I had a front row seat.
Questions plagued my mind, searching for answers, maybe even a “cure” for my son’s condition.
Was it in his genes? I don’t remember having any gay family members on my side of the family. Was it programmed into his D.N.A.? Or was my son choosing to be gay? If so, then I should have the right to choose if I want a gay son, which of course I didn’t.
I wanted a son that grew to be a man, like me, I wanted a son that has lots of girlfriends and would one day save up three months’ salary at his very manly job and place an engagement ring on his beautiful future wife, not some… “Life Partner.”
Back then with my limited experience when you said the word gay, I would picture a pervert, infected with AIDS that’s molesting little boys, because isn’t that what homosexuals do?
In the crowd I hung out with I wasn’t the only person to think that way.
If Drew chooses that path, I’ll take whatever steps to completely relinquish any type of association with him, making him hate me.
I know what you’re thinking… How could you feel that way about your own son… Gay or not?
It was a tough mindset being a teenage Dad and learning as I went through the years and tears but I thought that would at least solve the problem
for both of us. He wouldn’t want to see me and I wouldn’t want to see him, walking around limp wrist, for all the world to see.
I was at a crossroad without a compass, with no one to advise me on such an unorthodox situation.
Don’t most fathers disassociate themselves from their child, once they find out that they’re going to like men?
I pushed back the wall of my son’s gay future with both hands, fighting, cursing, and questioning God and my sanity. I’m old school and hard headed thinking I could stop the incoming tide of change.
My experience should help any person that has someone in their life that lives differently, specifically is that person is your gay or lesbian child.
Stereotypes attached to homosexuality have a staggering effect on society. I retained many of those stereotypes, used derogatory terms, made queer jokes and laughed openly at any one living an alternative lifestyle.
But the Universe thought it appropriate to send me the situation of having a gay son.
Me… Eddie Wright… Street Entrepreneur… Ladies’ man and hustler.
The ironic point to be made here dear readers was that as a black man, I myself was being prejudiced against my own flesh and blood, and as a black man in America… That’s a hard pill to swallow and embarrassing to admit.
This book is meant to teach other Fathers and all parents of gay children the lessons I learned the hard way, and should start a discussion on having a meaningful relationship between fathers and their children that choose to live gay-straight- or somewhere in between. My voice will be silent no more.
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