The Cries of Little Roger Dotson

This is a tale of horrifying moment for a family who allows dysfunction to bring about a thrilling moment that destroys their only child. This tale was writing to help you more than entertain you. This story is about ones faith in God, lies, deception, disbelief, lust, murder, devil worship, faith, choices, regret, sex, racism, phoniness, and pure love. This is not a true story but I hope it help you to get a clear picture of what I am trying to express to the readers. This is a tale from my own imagination about what I feel can happen to children that's disobedient to their parents, husbands that abandon their families, mother's that put other things in front of their families. How everyone that you think is your friend is not really your friend and the ones you think that in your corner will give up on you in a moment. How racism still exist but not only by whites but also by your own kind and there are some white people who care. This story first takes place in the projects in the South Bronx in a project called Patterson Houses on 144th street. Building two on the third floor apartment 3-B, a family called the Dotson's lived there and the Dotson's was a very ordinary black family from the projects with their share of problems. This story takes place in the late sixties era when Washington Square was the place to be and the peace and love moment rained in the hearts of the youth both black and white plus the black power moment was active in the hearts of the young afro Americans.