G-UNIT AUTHOR DISSED - POLICE CALLED - NO ARREST ADVOCATED

So, I had some free time this past Friday, August 1st, since our big event--the Author's Pavilion @ The Bronner Bros. International Hair Show--was starting the very next day. I heard that some event was taking place at the Marriot Marquis in downtown, ALT. And since I just moved to ATL days earlier, I thought it would be a great opportunity to do what I do just about everywhere else in the country(New Orleans, New York, Chicago, Ohio--WHEREVER), and that is to meet people and market some of my 3 dozen books. Well, as soon as I arrive at the event, I see people who know me (and people that I know), but this is obviously a well planned/laid out event, so I'm looking forward to meeting the administrator of the event. I figure it's a she, so in the meantime, for just 5 minutes or so, I mingle and say hi to familiar faces. There is a breakfast about to take place, a tribute for the late Bebe Moore Campbell; a Memorial Breakfast featuring honoree Terry McMillan, and I know I didn't pay for breakfast, so I don't partake. I'm drawn in further by a book club who I'd recently visited, and then I see Troy Johnson who I work closely with on a number of other projects and initiatives.
Troy gives me the 411 about the event; he explained that he paid to be there, and so I'm ready to go in my pocket. Meanwhile, Troy says:

"Let me introduce you to the guy that runs the event."
Troy brings me to the front of the room where I shake hands and greet Curtis-somethin or other. Never met him, as far as I can see. But within our handshake,
Curtis says: "Lemme talk to you for a minute."
I step aside with him thinking he's going to maybe congratulate me on my accomplishments. So, I'm humbled.
Curtis then says: "I don't appreciate you coming in here without first speaking with me."
Okay, so it has been a while since I've been stuck on stupid. And the dining room inside of the Marquee has some 200 people (mostly readers, I'm told) who are in varying forms of mature attire. So, it wasn't necessary for me to wild-out on this dude. But, as far as I could hear, so early in the morning, distinguished guests, or not, he was somehow misinformed. I was somehow misinformed. Somebody was somehow misinformed. On my end, I thought this was a conglomerate of black book clubs, and last I checked, I was a highly acclaimed black author. So, from my perspective I was right where I was supposed to be. And if there was money due to contribute to the breakfast (even if I wasn't eating) I had a pocket full of cash. Still, if I would've been afforded an opportunity to breathe and meet the organizer of the even in good order (before being disciplined), that would've been nice. If there was even a bulletin somewhere in the hotel that said "DO NOT ENTER UNLESS YOU ARE INVITED," that would've been nice, too. But there was none of that. In fact, from my perspective, having just left the Essence Fest (in New Orleans) just a month earlier, where I practically lived in hotels where one of the nation's biggest black events was taking place, I was where I was supposed to be, doing what I was supposed to do. Or, maybe it was that I didn't have a suit and tie?
Nevertheless, from his perspective, he may have been looking at my sneakers and jeans, my G-Unit shirt, and the credit card processing machine on my hip. And because he apparently knew who I was, even before we were introduced, this leads me (and my investigative mind) to believe he just didn't appreciate me PERIOD amidst a crowd that I ASSESS is/was mostly elders and literate. (photo above)

REGARDLESS of his reasons, my reasons, or whatever the cards held for this particular morning, this dude says (AND I QUOTE)
""Well, it's alright. Make yourself at home. Enjoy."
Okay??? So, he admonishes me and then it's all love? Hmmm. In my mind I calculate that I've been here before, in one way or another, where someone with some sort of power has abused their discretion, and then to save face and make things all nicey-nicey, they offer an olive branch. No problem. I understand you're human and you don't really know me. So, I'll just say--
"Well, thanks. I'm not really eating, just playing fly-on-the-wall." And I ease my a** on out of the dining room, and I go set up my laptop (with PowerPoint presentation) in the common area outside of the dining room. I figure, this is the best place to be to be seen, to offer up books to new readers--ya' know, the stuff I was doing just 30 days earlier in N.O.



Terri Mc Millian, Kenya Moore and some book club members stop by and say hi. A few people purchase books from me and we take pictures.



When the crowd pours out, I'm in the right place at the right time, so are at least 2 other authors who (apparently) also "just showed up "at the hotel to profit/benefit off of this gathering. I sign a few more books. When I see Curtis again, I approach him and tell him thanks once again for the opportunity. I realize this is quite an undertaking, so I congratulate him, and I get back to the couch and table that I commandeered.


By now, and with little effort, I've sold a number of books, and I'm setting up to do some video impromptu interviews with authors, readers, etc (BECAUSE, IN CASE IT'S A BIG SECRET, THAT'S SOMETHING THAT I DO ALL THE TIME AS THE PROGRAMMER FOR SOME 50 INTERNET BROADCAST CHANNELS)

About two hours later a woman steps to me and asks me if I am part of the book event. I didn't quite know how to answer that, but I simply told her the truth, that I spoke with Curtis earlier, and that he said it was okay to be here. "Enjoy. Make yourself at home."
"Well, I'm Curtis' fiancé'"
And that has what to do with this scenario? I'm thinking to myself.

As God is my witness, less than 5 minutes later, hotel security (yes, PO-PO) shows up--about 3 of them--and they tell me to pack up and that I have to leave the hotel.

Hmmm. A reader who was waiting for an autograph asked me, "What's going on?"
A fellow author of some 10 books was right next to me when this was going down, and he asks, "Where you goin?"
A friend of mine who happened to be at the same hotel, and who is very well known in the publishing industry says to me, what happened?" When I tell him, he says:
"Both him AND his wife are COWARDS. Why didn't they approach you themselves? Why would they embarrass you like that? If you were going too far and they felt you were doing something out of line, they could've said something, sent one of their own people, ANYTHING BUT CALL THE POLICE."

He even wanted to have an article done about the issue. Can you believe this s***?
I find out later that most of the authors that are scheduled for this event are flown in and provided a hotel room. So, in essence, I might've been welcome if I was, what, in a suit? I might've been treated better if I didn't have the G-unit shirt on? Or maybe, as one friend says, "they were threatened by your popularity, Relentless."
Another friend says, "That's how some of them do in Atlanta. They say one thing, and they mean another."
Another woman, yesterday, said, "The minute that MF said something to me in the dining room, he woulda heard it from me." She also is determined that Curtis in fact SENT his fiancé to "check" the situation. Hmmm.

The next morning, I text Curtis:
Me: "Make yourself at home" you said. "Enjoy" you told me. And then, when I do what YOU say, you call the cops. (more to come. Trust me)"
Him: " And my fiancé' called the cops. But I'm not mad at her for doing so. You were wrong."
Me: "Cowards. Both of you."
Him: "Kiss my a**."

Later the next day I find out that the bias continued. Curtis & crew were objective towards visitors who Vickie Stringer had invited to her "Red Carpet Event" within the same book conference, in the same hotel. But, while those authors felt slighted, there was apparently nothing that could be done since they were invited guests of Vickie's (and not registered for the convention). Still, it's clear that some sensitivity training is necessary for Mister Curtis and his fiancé'. Mister Curtis must also realize that his event is not the be-all-to-end all of book events within the black Diaspora. Not only that, when you disrespect people (as the couple did to me) it's something that lands on YOUR resume and rap sheet. Not mine.

So goes another exciting adventure of Relentless Aaron
And the moral to this story?
Stay the Fuc away from cowards. Because no matter how good they make things look, if it doesn't come out in the wash, it will surely come out in the rinse.

Here's a funny: "THE glamour literary retreat of the year," the NBCC provides the most access to the most prolific authors in the most intimate setting" Gee, maybe I didn't belong here in the first place!

Word,
Relentless Aaron

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Comment by Relentless Aaron on August 10, 2008 at 1:57pm
Dearest Ella,

I'm flattered, really to know that you are so familiar with the "everywhere" I go. And I'm evermore excited that you feel I "over do it" (in your eyes). It is my great accomplishment to confront you and your bougie, stuck-up, Jack-and-Jill worldviews. And now that you've clearly taken sides (expected), it's perfect timing for all the world to see. a person like you needs to be exposed for the hate, and aired-out for the unfriendly and separatist positions you take in life. People like you are the very reason a person like Obama hasn't gotten the landslide decision he is working harder to own. One he will inevitably own. A person like you is finally exposed (for all the world to see) thanks to your email, Miss Ella Curry from EDC-creations, creator of the SLS Bookclub Site. Hee-hee, now you too can be popular.

See, in this web world, we really don't get a grip of who people are until they expose themselves. So now it's clear that you are the gate-keeper with the power of discretion (woo-woo for you). Because we contribute to a few dozen social sites, and because yours is such a microcosm of the small world we know as black lit. Thank you, indeed for showing your face. I'm also flattered that you know about my posts, pics, vids, because NO, I had no clue that you didn't "accept' what we've been sending. Your little social space has pretty much the same pics, vids and contributions from other authors, so what I sent was no different (except that I might upload ten times more accomplishment). But you and your "acceptance" MUST BE ADDRESED! Oh JOY!
"quality literature?"
"POSITIVE information?"
"tacky BS?"
Baby, you were a "hater" before you knew me. Even without reading a chapter of any of my books, you were a hater. Hell, the few dozen members of your mico-social site need to know your M.O. and the worst that can happen if they misstep.

Yes, now that I know more about the NBCC event and that it was meant to be "elegant," I agree that I might've come dressed for a cotillion and that I might've called someone (if I knew who that was) in advance. And yes, considering the event, I wouldn't have quite "over done it" (contrary to what you think). I wouldn't have brought my laptop, my books, and (maybe) not my camera. Maybe. But a saditty like you might not care about all of that. You're the type that has already pre-judged me and who's views are trifling enough so as to create a barrier between classes, between generations, and between geographical worldviews. YES! Geo-graphics! Where I come from, what I did, how I did it (considering the slight information I had to go on) would be perfectly acceptable. Where I come from, you must seize the moment, even if it looks odd or out of place. Most times, Miss Polyanna, what I do has never been done before, so I don't get into questioning ethics, etiquette or what does or doesn't look tacky. I just try and stay legal. Curtis telling me to "make myself at home" and to "enjoy" indeed made my appearance "legal" since hotel security asked me if I was "with the event." But that's SO beside the point here. And since you know me so well, you should know that selling books is not what I do. I create relationships so that people know who I am (as a man), and the books come later. I can say that now, after reaching the globe AND BEING ACCEPTED BY THE MASSES for who I am and how I do what I do. The books are merely the vehicle to show others what's going on upstairs; and Sweetplum those others are behind me and what I do 100%. Their behind me, they support me, and they'd snicker at someone like you and your snobbish way of life.

I can hear your thoughts now: "Relentless, you don't live the way I do, you don't write the sort of books I like, and you do things different than me and my friends, therefore I don't like you. Go the other way."

Baby, YOU are the whining a** who is out of place in my world. My question is, who the hell are you? WHO KNOWS YOU? How are YOU relevant in the world. Who is listening to, reading, watching and supporting you? What is YOUR resume' in life for you to be so judgemental, and a "gate-keeper" besides? You need to sit down and shut up and let a mover make his moves. Let a man make his mistakes and learn from them.

Most everything else in your letter COMES SECOND to the idea that I didn't have a lick of info about this event, showing up was just coincidental--not planned, and I had to play it by ear according to my experience. It was Curtis who green-lighted me. And if he was familiar with how I like to get down, he should've known what to expect. And if not, he should have at least confronted me like a man. That's what real men do. That's respect in my world. If he woulda tried that "s***" in the hood, his a** would be the outcast. Never mind that I'm the outcast or the blacksheep everyday, and that I sometimes have limits, marketing everywhere I go, because that's how I got where I am today. That's what's necessary to achieve in this day and age. And too WHO MADE YOU THE BOSS OF ME? WHO MADE YOU THE JUDGE AND THE LAW AS TO WHERE, HOW AND WHEN A PERSSON CAN MARKET? If my face was so recognizable that wearing a Relentless hat was unnecessary and enough to draw crowds and fans like a magnet, would that be wrong in your eyes? Or is it because I put forth that added effort to let people know who I am? Is that what ticks you off? Really, Ella. Are you jealous? You can tell us.

Everything else, from the sideways look that you live with, to the calling of the police, to the idea of an arresting pure capitalism (who BTW was noted in TIME Magazine for being one of the greatest marketeers on the planet) speaks directly to your hate, his hate, and the underlying theme of the event. And anybody who agrees with you might as well join your haters club.

I think you're forgetting, or your just not clear about life boo boo. Different strokes for different folks. Try to shout out and big-up Vickie Stringer all you want, she would back me on this. Your subjective opinions about what is and isn't "quality literature", "POSITIVE information" or "tacky BS" CLEARLY IDENTIFIES AND DEFINES YOU for all that you are. You need some sensitivity training, specifically in the "Live & Let Live" lifestyle. Because, I don't care if you attend church, hobnob with the bourgiest of bourgies, or attend society book club/tea functions every Saturday night, if you can't come correct and school your brother or sister about how to better fit-in or adapt, then you're just as much a part of the problem and a hypocrite, besides.

For the record, the ballroom (the bigger one) downstairs, with all the church folk, all dressed up in their Sunday best, reached out to invite me into their elegant event when I was asked to leave yours. They had pre-registration too. Their's was planned months in advance too. No, I wouldn't have set up my bookstand, but I was just thinking about the contrast and how their sense of salvation that morning was more righteous than yours is every waking day of your life. Check YO'self. Miss Ella Curry from EDC-creations. See? Now you can say ARE somebody! You chopped it up with Relentless Aaron! Yaaay Ella!

Oh, and for the record:
Class and protocol I keep with when it's called for.

The media and many literary groups are down on Urban Lit, (if that's even true) in YOUR opinion. But that is because of the hate factor I mentioned earlier, and people who are unwilling to understand varying sectors of our people. We are not all the same, whether you like it or not.

Again, in YOUR opinion "Hustling is NOT acceptable unless you are on a street corner, not a ball room." I know street corners where there's gunfire, and where books cannot be hustled. I also know ballrooms where "hustling" books is indeed acceptable. Get your head out the sand, boo boo.

I'm never ashamed to share (what you call) my madness with the public, because it's relevant and marketable and widely accepted. And, I no longer have to set up shop every where I go. I made it, Ella! If I died tomorrow, I hit the BIG TIME, and I did it MY WAY! Praise the Lord!

Oh, and I still love ya! Hater that you are
Comment by Relentless Aaron on August 10, 2008 at 1:56pm
Letter from Miss Ella Curry from EDC-creations, creator of the SLS Bookclub Site:

Relentless, don't ever email me with this kind of madness again. I am deleting this from my social networks and banning you from the groups. You go just too damn far! Every where you go you over do it. You have been a member in my groups a few months and have already tried to post 28 videos and 36 pictures! Haven't you realized by now I haven't approve half that stuff?! You used that same sense over over-achievement at the NBCC and that's why they threw you out!

My groups are created to share POSITIVE information with the readers. All of my networks are to expose readers to quality literature, not tacky BS from a whining a** author who was out of place!


HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND AND MANNERS!
Relentless, I hate to be the one to say it but you were WRONG AS HELL from start to finish. You have the nerve to come here and seek agreement, you are the coward! You DO NOT walk into a event and take over. Curtis was trying to be professional by not having you thrown out immediately. However, your own trifling actions brought all of that embarrassment on you! The real coward is the person who wrote this article in a social network instead of emailing Mr. Curtis Bunn!

You are the very reason event planners have security. They should have called the police 15 minutes after you arrived un-invited and un-registered. Your madness was not fair to the rest of the people who were invited, paid to be there, and have manners! No one needed to speak to YOU except the police. You should have known better than to try to take over an event you weren't invited too!

Relentless just because you are a bestselling author does not give you the right to BARGE in on a PAID event and set up camp! I am sorry that was just tacky and unprofessional. The people at that event paid months ahead of time to be at that event. The vendors paid to set up shop for this event. The speakers were invited months ago. You did not pay before the deadlines, no one invited you, and then you totally showed your a** by trying to sell some books too. You should be ashamed to even share your madness with the public.


How did you even think it was okay to break out an camera and start doing interviews? You not only disrespected Curtis Bunn but you disrespected all the guests! You are correct in your very last sentence, YOU DID NOT BELONG THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE. This event was established months ago and you should have taken the proper step to be a part of the event.

Relentless get a grip! You are a bestselling author. Act like it. Show some class and follow protocol. See, that is why people don't want to be bothered with Street Lit writers now, people like you give the entire genre a bad name.

The kind of stunt you pulled, at that elegant convention, is street s***! This was a well planned, glamorous literary event---RESPECT that and admit you can't just set up shop every where you go. Urban Lit and Street Lit writers are fighting to produce quality material and strong brands. Every day they are trying to create a positive image for their genre. The media and many literary groups are down on Urban Lit, folks like you are part of the problem. Check yourself Relentless, you can not have your way all the time and that's just damn life! Let Vickie fight her own fights, that is just pure hearsay and it not your business to even spread. Vickie is a spectacular business woman, she will prevail no matter what anyone says!

If you had paid your fees to attend the event and purchased a table, like all the other authors and vendors, you would have been welcomed for sure. This entire post shows how far you need to go in learning the TRUE game of book promotions. Hustling is NOT acceptable unless you are on a street corner, not a ball room.
Ella Curry
The SLS Bookclub Site Owner

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