The Man in the Black Suit a memoir by Janis Todd-Randall ^Sale

Why the Revision?

When I was a child, they told me reindeer fly; I believed them. They said Santa Claus or Saint Nicholas slid down chimneys and was the bearer of Christmas gifts; I believed them. They also told me that a white man named Jesus Christ died on a cross so that I could be saved from my sins, and again, I believed them.

For decades, without questions, I trusted the perfect story of golden streets and the fury soon to be imparted by a fiery furnace. For over 28 years, with much vigor, I became a missionary with this message, helping to enslave the hearts and minds of many to this teaching of so-called freedom; I was a christian evangelist. Never once did I think to investigate the validity of this subject matter; I merely believed what had been told to me.

Until one day, with a zealous heart, I sought to become a better christain and a nobler teacher. This aspiration fostered an intense search into the unadulterated truth and the origin of christianity. Subsequently, it demanded a thorough probe into American history, religion, and spirituality. Adhering to the words “A tree without roots is dead” (Marcus Garvey.) I understood that not only did I need to understand the origin of christianity, but it was also vital to understand my foundation. The only history I knew about my ancestors began with the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade, so this is where I started. Continue Reading