The colossal gaul of this ghetto wench, Lezley McSpadden, who spawned on our society the likes of Michael Brown boggles the mind. This ratchet should be ashamed to even show her face in public let alone publish a book with her ugly mug on its cover.
Determined to redeem her son from the justifiable criticism he deserved, McSpadden seeks to present him in the best possible light. How Michael can be portrayed in any other way than the oversized thug that he was is beyond me. We must remember, however, that we are dealing with ‘African-Americans,’ a people notoriously in denial of their own depravity, and unwilling on any collective level to reform their dysfunctional ways.
The corpulent Michael, in reality, was a complete failure in life, and his only real accomplishments were in intimidating others, smoking blunts, strong-arming convenience stores, and getting his fat ass ventilated when he beat up a Ferguson cop and tried to take his service weapon from him.
One reviewer by the name of ‘Disappointed,’ described the book as follows: “The woman who wrote this book, Lezley McSpadden, is in such deep denial, which seems to be her lifelong pattern. According to her, justice was never served. The reason the Department of Justice found no reasonable evidence to indict Officer Darren Wilson, in her deluded mind, was because Eric Holder’s hands were tied . . . not because witness statements and forensic evidence proved otherwise. Some examples of her questionable choices are as follows . . .
She moved in with a woman beating, drug dealer (Baby Daddy #2) to give her son a role model because her son’s father chose to abandon his child. After the drug dealer boyfriend, she chooses a verified gang member with a felonious record who was imprisoned more than once, as her son’s new role model.
Mothering does not appear to be her strong point. She seems to be lacking in the area of decision making when it concerns her children.
If you are hoping to get some understanding as to why Michael Brown found himself in the situation that ended his life, you will need to read between the lines because according to the author, she contributed nothing to the thug life he chose . . . a life of crime, violence and illegal drug use. She could not believe her saintly son would ever lead this type of criminal lifestyle. Even when confronted with video evidence of Brown’s participation in a strong arm robbery she denied his involvement. That was not her son pushing the store clerk even though the video clearly shows such. You’ve seen the video . . . what did you think? Gentle Giant or THUG?
As for the rioting caused by the Hands Up, Don’t Shoot lie . . . She just glosses over it. As she also does she when barely touches upon the “Burn this bitch down!,” inciting a riot fiasco.
One thing I did learn for this book..since I have realized that there is something I learned, I now feel better with giving a one star review . . . but I digress . . .
The one thing I learned about Michael Brown was about his High School Graduation. Michael Brown did not graduate from a traditional high school, but from an alternative high school. No child left behind! He forgot to bring his cap and gown to the ceremony and had to borrow one . . . which was too small for his large frame.
His own mother, who claims to be so proud, did not even attend the commencement ceremony. I found this to be unbelievable as she seemed so proud, in television interviews, of his sub par achievement. That is part of the illusion, similar to the time the family’s handlers instructed Mike Brown and Lezley McSpadden to lie to the media and profess that they co-parented their children.
From all indications it seems that neither parent had much to do with Brown’s upbringing as he lived with other family members, for a good portion of his youth and throughout his teen years, instead of residing with his mother. Which brings up another point . . . McFadden collected welfare and other forms of Government assistance, from food stamps to subsidized housing. She appears to have been collecting these benefits during periods of time when two of her children were living elsewhere. I wonder if she reported this change in status to her caseworker. If so, did she also inform the caseworker of the men who were residing with her?
I had hopes that reading this book would open a window of understanding for me, but with all the denial and skewed facts, I was only presented with a dark and, stormy view of racism on the author’s part. Racism? From an African-American?!? Yes, I found it a bit unnecessary for her to identify the race any white person that crossed her path . . . from school staff, government officials and even shoppers who dared to go to the same store as she.
My final thoughts . . . If you want to read a work of historical fiction about Michael Brown’s life, this is the book for you. If you seek facts and wish to understand what lead up to this tragic situation, you will, in my opinion, need to look elsewhere.”
Now you know why Michael Brown was such a shit pile