I Love My Father, And Here’s The Reason Why


He was there at the beginning; I was there for him at the end.


Note: I wrote this piece on another blog years ago. It’s appropiate to share with you now in honor of my father, Charles L. Chatmon, Sr who passed from this earth two years ago. This is a challenging day to hold on to the positive memories, the good times we shared. I often say ‘submitted for your (dis) approval’ as a nod to Mr. Serling, but I hope you folks reading this understand the effort. Thank you.
-Charles L. Chatmon

There’s a lot of sounding off by our black women these days towards black men.

They reveal hurt, disgust, disappointment and certainly a lot of pain.

The women say there are no more ‘good men’ out there and as much as the few men try to insist there are, the women continue to refuse.

But I would like to talk about the one true man I know, he’s someone I’ve learned a lot by walking in his footsteps, holding his hand and hugging him whenever possible.

My father.

Let me share this with you and I hope you understand what it means to be a true man, because desiring a man with a tool in his pants pales in comparison to what’€™s in his heart, his soul, his all. Years ago, my father approached me with some disturbing news. After a visit to the doctor, he was told he had six months to live. As anyone would react after hearing your life will end in a number of days, he broke down and cried. I should know because I broke down with him on that day back in 1992.

However, my father rebounded and with the help and love of a supportive wife and son, he attended counseling sessions at the hospital with a group of other individuals diagnosed with the same affliction. He poured out his heart, sharing his fears yet willing to go through chemotherapy to beat the disease, or to slow its progress. After the dreaded six month period, my father was the only one, the only one who continued to attend counseling while the others, passed on.

I’m sure we in this woeful generation are so fixated on our material needs, our sexual wants, and trapped in the vain fortress of our egos that we fail to realize what the true measure of a man really is. It isn’t sexing up every woman he comes across, it isn’t about the size of his hands or his tool, it’s not about the six figures and the toys that come with it, no, hell no. It’s about what you have inside, a willingness to look death right in the face and tell it to back off, there’s still more living to do. I wish I could tell all of you the times my father would return from the hospital completely worn out from chemo, not willing to go through with it any further, or going to the hospital for repeated visits and finding out someone in your class didn’t make it to see one more day. No, we’re too busy cussing each other out, pointing fingers and indulging in foolishness to learn this lesson. This is what a true man is, this is what he’s made of. It’s just a damn shame we refuse to see it even when we should.

I can say after six long years of battling his disease, my father’s illness is now in remission and continuing to live his life for as the Lord allows him to live each day. Learning from this experience and even drained of all the support I had to carry for three people, my father, my mother and myself. I learned during that time that death does call each of us and when it’s our time, we must adhere to it. However, we all have a spirit to fight, to resist, to delay the inevitable because there is still more living to do.

So the next time anyone dare says a black man is full of… know, I can only look at the one man who laughs at all that, who didn’t have time to listen to all that emotional verbiage but focused on what was truly important; living out the rest of his days and winning a round over death.

The true, ‘good’ man is my father.

I, as his son, am proud to know and be a man just like him.

I love him, and always will. That’s a true man to me.

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Posted by on June 21, 2020 in Uncategorized


A Message to the Graduates of 2019/2020

Although he did not get to share this special moment with the graduates of 2019/2020, author and teacher Charles L. Chatmon has special words for them as well as a piece of helpful advice and encouragement for their future.

Good luck graduates! A pleasure to share one part of the journey with you. Here’s for better adventures ahead!

Charles L. Chatmon
Author, teacher and President, Chatmon’s Books

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Posted by on June 14, 2020 in Uncategorized


Poetry Night, Part 3

In this edition of Poetry Night,there are a few poems for your viewing and listening pleasure.

First we would like to present, Bang! Bang!


Next, The Divided States of America


Third, there is a reason why The Fire Still Burns


The Tears of a Mother


Last, a piece that will no doubt provoke a reaction, but much needed for our times: I Am A Man


Thank you for your support over the years of poetry and conscious pieces to be heard. Please contact us if you have questions.

Charles L. Chatmon
Author, President: Chatmon’s Books

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Posted by on June 13, 2020 in Uncategorized


Literary Speak Interview

This is an interview for Literary Speak for KPAS Channel 56 in the beautiful city of Pasadena, California. (2007).

I had the pleasure of sharing the interview with the ultra-talented author Margo Candela (More Than This, good-bye to all that). If you have time to spare (with this pandemic, I’m sure you do) Take a look at this interview moderated by C. Debra Thomas. I believe you will enjoy what you’re about to see.

Charles L. Chatmon
Author/President, Chatmon’s Books

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Posted by on June 10, 2020 in Uncategorized


Adding My Two Cents

Hey folks,

I posted this on several of my social media feeds yesterday. I wasn’t looking for likes or follows. That wasn’t my intent. I wanted to show a solution to all of the negativity surrounding us recently. I only hope the message below shows that and begins to lead to a better way for all of us. I love you all. Take care.

Charles L. Chatmon
President, Chatmon’s Books

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Posted by on June 4, 2020 in Uncategorized


The Real Answer on #LABBX

Here it is; the $64,000 question:

“Mr. Chatmon, did you enjoy your time as executive director of the L.A. Black Book Expo?”

There is no one answer, right or wrong on this subject. I will say that my first year was probably the best. I enjoyed holding it at the Expo Center which to me was the perfect place to hold it. After that year, that’s when it became a challenge. If you reader, seen my comments on #LABBX before, rest assured I do not regret my decision of assuming control of the Expo from the late, great Dr. Itibari M. Zulu who passed away last year. He sent an email to me in 2006 after the LABBX for that year was cancelled. He accepted a job out of state and because of my work with the California Writers Collective, I accepted his request and began right to work on the event.

If one were to ask me what did #LABBX do to my writing career? I will have to say it suffered a setback. Truth be told, #LABBX basically steered me away from writing more books at that time. The Voices of South Central was already in its third year plus I have attended all of the local literary events I could, but felt #LABBX was needed to help promote my fellow authors in L.A. There weren’t too many literary festivals outside the Black Writers Festival at the Howard Hughes Center and the Black Writers on Tour. As far as my creativity in writing more books, I feel now #LABBX took me away from my primary goal of becoming a writer/author. I should have stuck with my dream and just said, “Thanks, but not interested.” If I had done that, I don’t know how much farther along I would be in my writing career right now. Perhaps I may have published another book or two.

Like I said I don’t regret my time as #LABBX executive director at all. I have met lots of interesting authors who are actresses, businesswomen, entrepreneurs, fellow visionaries, and just plain writing for the joy of selling a book and selling it. It was the sales part at the expo that often caused the most trouble (smile). I am a writer. I love it, enjoyed this ‘hobby’ since elementary school and with all my shortcomings, I love this literary artistry the most. I look back at this now and wonder what I would have done differently. What should I have said, what could I have done to make #LABBX a positive experience for everybody? Maybe I shouldn’t have listened to too many people who offered suggestions on the venue, how to increase the size of the crowd, what programs to add. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that and just kept it simple as when Dr. Zulu ran his portions of #LABBX. Perhaps I was too ambitious, maybe I wasn’t ambitious enough.

I know to this day I will be criticized, praised, however folks who were past exhibitors, attendees, or associates feel about their time at #LABBX. It doesn’t really matter anymore. I don’t plan on running another literary event, ever. The growth of digital platforms and our changing city of Los Angeles are taking care of that. It’s becoming a city now where someone who looks like me isn’t welcome. So that’s it. I guess in the final analysis, my answer now might be, I enjoyed my time at #LABBX. I can’t regret that. I only regret that it took away my momentum on the writing I was involved with. I’m glad Itibari chose me, definitely glad. I just wish it wasn’t at the cost of my writing career.

Charles L. Chatmon
Former Executive Director
Los Angeles Black Book Expo

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Posted by on June 2, 2020 in Uncategorized


Poetry Night, Part Two

Here’s part two of Poetry Night. I’m going to force you folks to listen to my poems darn it! (smile). I hope you enjoy what you hear and if you do, please let me know. Thanks!

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Posted by on May 13, 2020 in Uncategorized


Poetry Night

Most of you know our owner is an accomplished writer and poet. Here he is sharing his written works with you. Please enjoy the following selections at your leisure. Thank you.

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Posted by on May 12, 2020 in Uncategorized


A Dream Interrupted


When you either watch your television sets or on the internet at home readers, you’ll witness the spotlight on the more successful best-selling authors. The veterans who made a name for themselves by the novels they wrote, or the sudden emergence of a newcomer (newcomer to the general public) with a story to tell for this current generation. Among them are the millions of lesser known writers who produce works but aren’t noticed by the public eye. The only avenues in which to gain an audience are book festivals, interviews with digital or print media, readings, everything else the famous authors don’t need to do; their fans are the ones with long lines in bookstores waiting for the release of their latest works.

As you may have guessed reader, the author of this essay is far from a famous author. Now when I began writing at an early age, it was for the love of writing a poem or short story. The idea of becoming as famous as Ray Bradbury, Langston Hughes or Isaac Asimov never occurred to me until much later in life. My goal was to be like Shakespeare, a writer whose works could be discussed for years and years. Based on my own experiences so far, I had no idea I would be in front of a camera discussing my work or opening a mobile bookstore, let alone be in charge of a Black Book Expo but I’m not as close to the eventual goal I aimed for nearly two decades ago. I’m still one of the millions of lesser known authors who keep writing in the hopes one day I will become a “famous author”.

The literary world has changed quite a lot since my days of reading books in my local library. There are new forms of entertainment, other venues to snatch the eyeballs off the written page. The advances in technology relating to home entertainment make my goal a lot harder these days. Even before the days of social media, I faced a challenge by the same target audience I sold my books to. You put in all the hard work to write a piece of literature that hopefully gains a new reader only to find the readers themselves don’t finish the entire book and critique your works without even finishing it! There’s no greater frustration than to endure piecemeal criticism from a reader. This is what it’s come to in our modern day and time.

I see this in my writer’s workshops. When I continued the workshops from a group of authors whom I associated with, there would be a roomful of ambitious first-time authors ready to learn the steps of publishing a book. Two years ago, there were only a handful of potential writers in the conference room. Most of the attendees were from another class. After close to forty years, I will say the art of writing has changed dramatically. The nature of reading a book has changed from print to where you may be reading this essay from, on your phone or from your computer or tablet. The aim of storytelling has changed from basically telling a good tale to which everyone can learn from to a select target audience with tales of representation and other new genres you may have seen listed here on the blog before. There’s nothing wrong with that; every generation undergoes a change in the literary world. It’s no surprise the stories I used to read back then have little to no relevance now.

The literary scene has changed so much that most of the same authors I used to meet in our local literary events have stopped writing. Lack of profits, lack of support, whatever the reasons, these authors who put in the hard work of publishing a book, are now back to maintaining a living for themselves. They did not reach the status they hoped for when they wrote their books and in a way, that’€™s sad. It’s also part of the writer’s life. Rather than ‘give up the ghost’, I am still one of the few who continue this dream. Perhaps it will be here on the blog I will inspire a new author to write their book or an idea they can grow and help them with their literary vision. If I can do that, then I’ll accept it. Until that time, all I can do is write….and dream.

Charles L. Chatmon
Chatmon’s Books

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Posted by on April 27, 2020 in Uncategorized


Masque of The Red Death (video)

Because it appears we’re in the middle of those Doomsday movies, let me share with you a tale from a legendary literary giant, Edgar Allen Poe. His Masque of The Red Death has been adapted in movie form several times. I would like to suggest the 1964 film with Vincent Price as the best adaptation of this story, although what I would like to show you is a shorter version of Masque for your viewing pleasure. You might see some similarities or not, but either way I hope you enjoy the effort from the YouTube user who posted this. A very timely tale for this year indeed.

Bonus: a trailer for that 1964 version I mentioned above. Take care and be safe!

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Posted by on March 31, 2020 in Uncategorized

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