Daisies Don't Lie

My life in journalism, which began covering a notorious, and until now unsolved murder in Connecticut, led to attempts on my life by cops in two states. You don’t have to be black to have cops wanting you dead!I uncovered newspaper corruption wherever I went during my thirty-year career, and also found corruption and dysfunction in government at all levels. I ended up homeless, first on East Coast streets and later in New Mexico, due to the duplicitous nature of some of the papers I wrote for, which promise truth but give anything but.Part I details my poisoning at the hands of constabularies and others in Louisiana, after I exposed an until now unpublished account of a massacre of black soldiers in 1942, which was covered up by the Army and my newspaper.Part II describes homelessness in detail from a first-hand perspective, both on the East Coast and in New Mexico, and it features columns I published while on the streets.Part III describes the effort of Santa Fe cops to eliminate me permanently after I'd become a thorn in the sides of corrupt officials and newspapers by filing forty-odd lawsuits.I must be a cat in disguise, since I wrote for newspapers in at least nine states and am still alive to tell the tale. I hope this book will precipitate change in journalism, the love of my life.