The new world started when I realised I was no longer wanted by my girlfrriend. I thought ” Hey, shit! My son won’t have a memory of me…what the fuck have lived and worked all my life for? ” Things looked difficult. I had no money and no friends to fall back on…my boss was my girlfriends father, a situation that couldn’t tenure. Okay, I had a degree in Town and Country Planning and Social Science, but at that time at the end of the eighties the only analyst wanted were financial ones. I had dabbled in advertising, but hadn’t quiet reached the heights, but I knew its application. I had also had experience designing fliers for my club ‘ The Rock Creek Park ‘ which I had promoted with my brother, Adonte, the Dance music Originator, producer and DJ. He had hits in Canada, Italy, Germany and was warmly recepted by Top  International producer Frankie Knuckles, on his dancefloor classics album. Mainly for his seminal track ” Feel It “. I had fallen out with him beause he supported my my ex-girlfriend in the whole break-up affair. I rued the day I let him DJ at my club…creep. But grudges I didn’t want to hold. There had to be a new world and it had to be based around people like me, people with a per centage. I had seen enough of the superstar life in London to realise that one image placed right could determine the whole of history. With the right text it would be history. Then I thought about the black struggle and people like Angela Davis who spoke big but where never heard. I thought, ” Angela…when I was eight I knew I would marry you because You were beautiful, but hey you live in America and I near Abbey Road Studios in in London, marriage is certianly out of the question, so sing for me instead. “  It was this picture on the right I was talking to. Very Iconoclastic. So what I proposed to do was use my design skills to design a promo black panther magazine/book and call it Urban Images. The idea would be simple… I had a really beautiful picture of myself modelling underwear, taken by my ex-girlfriend, and I used that as the cover picture. The feature writers were all panther subliminalists. It was all jolly jolly, with massive wit and rancour. What was written was seemingly irreverent, when the actual issues were very serious. Urban Images was an ideal name. I knew it would work because it was so profound a publication. It was all done by hand and the circulation was minimal to ensure maximum impact around the world of media.Media deals with Images. But since I dealt with fashion, clubs, music and promotions obviously another subliminal effect would pass through there. Any way, it succeeded and now I am waiting for my cheque or some white adventurer to claim it as his genius. I need a laugh, genius is so depressing Angela in a White World. The reason why we as brown and black people struggle so much to get heard or seen is because we want it in a white context. If we discover what a black context is then we can relax and go back to where we belong…could be space darling.