Meet The Author

I was born on September 27, 1951, the fourth son and child of Fred Julius Anderson Jr. and Ophelia Anderson, maiden name Irick, at least a year before the Korean War, in the Farragut Houses named after Admiral Farragut down the street from the Brooklyn Navy Yard, which was in full operation at that time period. My parents had six other children after I was born: five boys and one girl. I began public school at the age of five at Public School 287 understand this was during the time of segregation, and Jim Crow laws were absolutely in full effect. I really did not know any of this at the time, but I was absolutely made aware of these atrocities as soon as I reached Public School 287 by the Jewish and Christian teachers. I had an instinct to resist and rebel against being treated in this fashion by anyone. Later on in life, I learned that my great-grandparents were both Indians; my great-grandfather, most likely an Apache, a fugitive who disguised himself and never revealed his true identity to very, very few people, my father being the only male grandchild of theirs, told me this, and an elder cousin verified to me what my father revealed to me. This elder cousin said to me when I was a young boy, " Never give up that independent attitude you have. “ My great-grandmother was Cherokee, and my great-great-grandparents were on the Dreadful Trail of Tears.

Life was very confusing for me, but then in 1963, at the age of 11 years old, I snuck on the A Train and made my way to Harlem, and I did not know then how that adventure would impact my life till this very day. It was in July of 1963 that I took the A Train to Harlem, and I got caught up in the crowd, and when the crowd stopped moving on Lenox Avenue, I was in the presence of this wonderful blackman, Malcolm X, and being in his presence at such a young age, I was beyond mesmerized; I was in biblical awe and did not understand any of what was happening but this man, impacted my life that has carried up till this very day. He fed my belief in being rebellious to all of the atrocious treatment I was receiving from Jewish and Christian people due to me resisting to submit to them and allow them to physically punish me, and I would always fight back physically. It was this wonderful black man, Malcolm X, who encouraged me to physically fight and not lay down. This fed the desire or the instinct of being free from my great-great-grandparents and great-grandparents.

To my Indian people, I am of you without any doubt, and I truly regret not being able to pursue learning about myself and my Indian people due to the segregated American government during that time period, where Jim Crow Laws were very much in effect and being strongly enforced by the Segregated American Government. In fact, it was forced upon all people of darker skin to categorize them as Negro end of story. So, it was forced upon me not to learn about my father's grand and great-grandparents, especially with my father coming from the South and relocating to the North. The educational system was absolutely controlled by Jewish and Christian authorities, and they refused outright to allow any person of dark skin to learn or believe that we were anything but Negroes, who should be completely obedient and submissive to Jewish and Christian authorities and their unjustifiable physical abuse on all levels, and this included children as well as adults.This is why I did not know or understand anything about my Indian Heritage; nevertheless, I am of you absolutely, and I would embrace learning about my Indian Heritage.

This book, Enforcement of Our Will, is about excepting ones true hidden identity and self, not just accepting but actually embracing the truth of oneself and adjusting to the necessary inner self changes one must make to begin, resolving the spiritual damage which has been done to us for centuries. I am not speaking about hatred towards anyone or people; I am speaking about us making the necessary changes in ourselves, then standing up and enforcing what and who we truly are and being prepared to deal with whatever comes. I have discovered I would rather be hated for accepting who I am and doing everything I possibly can to be who I actually am than making others happy, denying who I actually am, by pretending to be other than who I actually am. Being linked to Africa has been shoved upon us, but I discovered for many of us here in America, our Indian Heritage is absolutely equally important as any African Heritage, and for many of us, perhaps even greater.