"Balls theory" was spot on or rather I thought along similar lines myself: the fascination or rather hero worship of men who play around/with balls--whether foot, basket, base or golf. However, the rabid homophobia spoiled it and the melanin equals special powers completely lost me.

As dark and lovely as I am, I can attest that melanin does not give a person supernatural powers.
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The TRUTH hurts until it HEALS! ( )

The work of Dr. Frances Cress Welsing is often dismissed by people who find it offensive. Because much of her work deals with the evils of white supremacy and misogyny, the reader may be in little doubt as to what audience typically finds her work distasteful. I'm not saying that to be cruel; rather it is my personal experience speaking here. This book offers many insights into the inner workings and genesis of racism, war, violence, etc. . . from scientific as well as historical, psychological, and literary viewpoints. A great book to cross-reference with Nana Banchie Darkwah's "The Africans Who Wrote the Bible," and Eldridge Cleaver's "Soul on Ice," to name just two. Welsing does not worry about the comfort of her reader; she does not warn, or sugar-coat, or lull into acceptance with great disclaimers. She writes courageously, starkly, shockingly, with a no-holds-barred approach. To the reader who may pick up this book, only to be discouraged, I beg you to read on, become enlightened, and just matter-of-factly compare her findings with the world we live in. You may be surprised. And you will surely learn from it. ( )

This book is so horrid that it made me ill just thinking about it. It is obscenely retarded, ridiculously hyperbolic and has all the style of the instructions on a package of dog food. I've read cereal boxes with more wit and humor. I've heard more insight into the nature of race from 7 year old children.

Perhaps the only thing more astounding than the fact that the book was ever published is that there are people who actually believe this garbage. It only underscores how tragic are the dimensions of this uniquely American dilemma.

I only wish that I could come back and add to this review every time I had an opportunity to find a new metaphor for idiotic poison stinkiness. In fact, the Isis Papers is a milestone, a testament to awfulness which will have critics reaching for superlatives for years to come. It will continue to challenge reasonable people with common sense to find ways to describe its slimy gutwrenching putrid foulness.

After I read it, I tried to justify it. I tried to figure out where she was coming from. No good. It sat on my shelf - and I thought, well at least I can tell something about people by judging their reaction to the book on my shelf. Instead, I just got nauseated by seeing it there. I actually felt sorry for the books that were next to it. OK, I say - there has got to be a good use for it. So I cut out the middle of it and made it into a book safe. Then I couldn't think of anything I cared about enough to hide, but not so much that I would put it into the embrace of the Isis Papers.

In the end there was only one good use I found for this book. I threw it into the trash. With that one motion I felt purified and my house felt cleaner. So I picked it out of the trash and did it again 12 times.

I would remind thoughtful people, in case you've never seen it -heaven forbid the temptation strikes you - that books don't burn well; whole books that is. If you take the pages out one at a time however, you get good kindling. Just thought you should know. ( )