The Humanoids

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By Carrie Foxx Ware

About the Book

Format Dimensions Pages
Softcover 5x8 50

Welcome, Readers!
At first, we only had Superman and Batman. Marvel Comics then created superheroes like Spiderman, Hulk, Iron Man and others. They all had a problem because all of them had MAN at the end of their names. Marvel Comics learned from their mistake and created Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl. There was still a little error because all of our superheroes and heroines were white until they made Black Panther. I applauded Marvel Comics for including Black Panther. Now, it is time to meet Fantasia, a black heroine.

About the Author

Carrie’s life story is interesting from the beginning to present. I was born July 21, 1943 at 2:00 AM in Mercy Hospital in Gadsden Alabama. I was the first baby born by caesarian in that hospital. During that time, hospitals were separated by black and white. The part for black surgery was unfinished. The priest was called and last rites were being administered. The head doctor passed by and asked what were they doing. He was told the baby and her mother were going to die. The wing for black mothers was unfinished. The head doctor did the surgery in the wing for white women and mom lived until she was ninety-four.
My next close call with death came two years later. Mom and I were going somewhere. The missionary society bought her a new hat with $25. In those days, $25 was a lot of money. The wind blew her hat off her head. Mom went across the railroad tracks to retrieve her hat. Meanwhile, a train came down the tracks. At two years of age, I did not understand her hand gestures telling me to stay put, I continued going to her and the train kept coming. She fell on her knees and commenced to pray figuring her baby was nothing but a greasy spot on the railroad track. Holding her head up looking between the train cars, she saw someone holding my hand. After the train passed, she ran over and gave me a big hug. Then she looked north and south, east and west and saw no one.

My next narrow escape with death was two years later. My friend, Helen, and I wanted to play ball with our older sisters and brothers across the street on a vacant lot. We started across the street, a man next door started back at his car out at the same time. Because we were so small, he didn’t see us and ran over us. Helen’s parents grabbed her up and took her to the doctor’s office; the doctor did not have the equipment at his office to deal with Helen’s injuries. My parents waited for the ambulance. On Helen’s way to the hospital, she died.

My next close call with death came in 2006. On my way to my mom’s memorial, a drunk driver ran into us and killed my husband and my son. I was in the U.A.B. Hospital from February until May of 2006.

I stared working at Birmingham Board of Education in 1969 and worked with the Birmingham city schools until 1995. I am retired and enjoy writing for the young and the young at heart. You may also read my work on foxxtales.net.