Author's Introduction I began working on this writing almost fifty years ago. It all started when I was about seven or eight years old and I saw two white cops drag and beat a helpless “wino” with their billy clubs, for no apparent reason. As I stood and watched them beat this Brother, I knew at that moment that I hated injustice. I have always, for as long as I can remember, wanted to protect and save Black people from any and all kinds of suffering. In high school when we were reading about Ian Smith, the head of the South Afrikan government at that time, I just stared in disbelief at the pictures in the Weekly Reader depicting white police brutalizing and murdering Black people. In looking around the classroom, I couldn’t understand why these scenes in this reader didn’t seem to bother anyone else but me. In my later years, I remember the fatal shooting of young Randy Evans, by a cop. The cop got off for this murder, the murder of this fourteen-year old Black baby boy, in new york city. As the years unfolded, it was beyond my comprehension as to why we, Black people, let all these bad things happen to us. We shouted and protested for a while, but essentially, we did nothing. I have been working in the community and directly with Black people, and our institutions, for years, and now I understand why we let all these bad things happen to us. Meanwhile, I am steady studying all these behaviors, activities, and attitudes of everybody, Black and white. As I slowly became conscious, or acutely sensitive and aware, it seemed that we, the Black people, the recipients of evil, hatred, and jealousy, were guilty of not doing our jobs. We failed to build an infrastructure which would be the foundation or cornerstone for long lasting community institutions. I watched, just like you watched, our people, not all, spend money on foolishness, day in and day out. I watched as our people “fell for every trick in the book”, deceived by masters of deception. Over the years, I watched us become our own worst enemy! There are, of course, thousands, no, millions of Black people-in this context Black meaning “the first people on earth, the originals”-who are “on the case for the race” and much credit do they deserve for their mighty, mighty work. During the course of time, I noticed that, as a race of people, we were certainly getting more degrees, had more money, built more churches, had more elected officials, had more cars, more big sounding titles, clothes, watches, fun, took more vacations, bought more houses, than ever before in the history of our race. I also made an astonishing discovery. Our enemies can beat, cheat, maim, brutalize and even kill us, as long as we get what we want: more televisions, CD players, computers, cell phones and better homes and gardens. That’s it! We just want “more and better”. Yet, even with all of this “stuff”, we are certainly going nowhere fast. We now have more drug addicts, more dropouts, more young people in jail, more pregnancies, more disrespect for each other, more murders, more suicides, fewer of our own stores, etc., despite having "all our stuff”. Today, our race is in the worst condition it has ever been in; yet, unbelievable as it may seem, we are in the best position ever. It seems paradoxical, to be both, at the same time. This book, “The Last Book”, is, in part, a docu-faction. A docu-faction is a compendium of Black-says (not essays) and guide-says to help Black people avoid genocide, overcome our own subtle suicide tendencies, survive white world domination, flourish as a race of people and help us all develop into our UtMost BlackNificence. The Last Book Part I By Dr. Kamau Kambon Contains The "Authentic, Pure, Unadulterated, Uncontaminated Original The Last Black Man Standing (―The Best Book Ever Written to Help Rescue Black People From Genocide and Subtle Suicide‖) 215 Pages