|The National Institute for Restorative Justice
"Educating for Advocacy"
|Kilpatrick Book Discussion
|15226 Lakeshore Blvd
Cleveland, Ohio 44110
"Without education, there is no hope for our people
and without hope, our future is lost" -
Charles Hamilton Houston
Kwame Malik Kilpatrick, JD
Book Discussion and Signing
Surrendered: The Rise Fall & Revelation
of Kwame Kilpatrick
Friday, February 10, 2012 ~ 6:30 p.m.
|On Friday,February10, 2012, beginning at
6:30 p.m., The National Institute For
Restorative Justice is pleased to host the
former Mayor of Detroit, Dr. Kwame
Kilpatrick, for a discussion and signing of
his autobiography, Surrendered: The Rise,
Fall & Revelation of Kwame Kilpatrick.
The discussion is free and open to the
public, at Deuteronomy 8:3 Cafe, Books &
Music, 1464 East 105 Street, between
Ashbury and Wade Park Avenues. Books
will be available for purchase. Please pass
this information on.
|Kwame Kilpatrick made history when he became the youngest and first African American to be elected leader to
the Michigan House of Representatives. The son of former State Representative and U.S. Congresswoman
Carolyn Cheeks-Kilpatrick, Kwame had been on the periphery of the political arena his entire life He knew the
House district he served like the back of his hand, having pounded its pavement as a young boy, campaigning for
his mother as she first sought the Michigan seat which he subsequently filled. He entered the House of
Representatives at age twenty-five.
A graduate of Florida A&M University with a bachelor's degree in Political Science, Kwame earned his Juris
Doctorate at Michigan State University in the evenings, while teaching full time in the Detroit Public Schools'
Marcus Garvey Academy. At thirty-one years old, Kilpatrick was elected Mayor of Detroit, and served the office
for nearly seven years prior to his conviction of lying under oath of office.
After serving seventeen months in the Federal Correctional Facility in Milan, Michigan, Kwame moved with his
family to Dallas, Texas where he currently resides.
Young, gifted, big and proud to be black. Combine that profile with a heart for his people, his political commitment
to do right by them, and an aggressive, independent posture that would have been considered cavalier had he been
white, Kwame Kilpatrick was destined to disturb Detroit's corporate-controlled, old guard politics. At the end of
the day, they had to "put the boy in his place." And in the minds of these evil men, his place was in shackles.
Kwame Kilpatrick cheated on his wife. He cheated on his wife and he lied about it under oath. He is not the first
politician to do so. Men elected to public office have cheated on their wives, and they have lied about it, even
under oath. Presidents, congressmen, governors, mayors... liars and cheaters, cheaters and liars, but they did not
become property of the state. In the words of Kilpatrick's co-biographer, Khary Kimani Turner, his lying under
oath was a misdemeanor, "and in a just world, he would have gotten no more than 90 days in jail for being a
first-time, non-violent offender, and his future would be left to the druthers of the voters in the next election....
Innocence is not nearly as much of a question in his case as is fairness."
In recent years, I have rarely carved out the day to read a book from cover to cover in one setting, but I had to do
so before I could promote this book. I had to have a sense of knowing beyond the Detroit media circus that has so
viciously villainized this young brother. I had to read it cover to cover, and I had to get on the phone with folk on
the ground in Detroit, those grass-roots people who are, rightfully, p-off with Kilpatrick's adolescent, "Mack
Daddy" behavior that brought down an administration that was turning the tide for the "everyday people" of
Detroit. He messed up. He messed up his marriage. He messed up his mother's re-election. He messed up a
movement that was harnessing control of the City and it's finances away from the sense of entitlement that comes
with the white male dominated, non-Detroit resident, corporate elite.
Kwame's sin against the power-brokers was not his indiscretion against his wife. It was his choice to challenge the
effectiveness of hundreds of millions of Workforce Development dollars administered by organizations that could
not produce employment opportunities for his people; his choice to not distance himself from black leadership that
non-black entities felt inappropriate, particularly in Detroit's hosting Minister Louis Farrakhan and the Nation of
Islam's Savior's Day; and to implement a Banking Consolidation Plan to better leverage the City's 14 billion
dollars by diversifying banking products, saving the City tens of millions of dollars in transaction fees. Simply
put, his administration chose to break away from the model of one bank holding the majority of the City's money.
What's worse, in the redistribution of those funds, the administration chose to deposit $90 million - a pittance in the
scheme of things - into First Independence, a small, Detroit, African-American owned institution.
The war was on! When it became clear that Kilpatrick had detached from the puppeteer's strings, he had to go.
The very same politicians and businessmen who had championed his young ascension to the head of the city, for
the most part distance themselves, stood off-shore, and watched him sink. We see it every day, under every
circumstance. Lebron James immediately came to mind. Oh how they love him... until he decided to be free.
(Ironically, Dan Gilbert was one of the businessmen who loaned Kilpratrick money for his family to stay afloat
while he was imprisoned.) Like James, Kilpatrick's immaturity led to poor decisions in handling controversial
choices. For that, they both take ownership. If only they could do it over... But when a media lynch-mob has it's
noose around your neck, and former fans are burning you in effigy, and - in the case of Kilpatrick - the legal justice
system truly becomes blind, all you can do is get out of Dodge, and hope for the best in building a new life and
This was not the case for Kwame. The mob, "groupthink" mentality refused to let Kilpatrick go. The media, the
unbelievably unjust judicial system, and the "invisible monied hands" were determined to lock this brother up.
This boy had to be put in his place. He had to be put in chains. And, by his own admission, his affair gave them
the rope to hang him. Watch out Herman. It is as old as the ages. When all else fails, go after their balls.
Literally. Make it about sex: Adam Clayton Powell, Martin Luther King, Jr., Jesse Jackson. Trust me, if they
had something on Brother Barack, they would have used. it.
On November 4, 2008, Kwame Kilpatrick surrendered his ego, his anger, his hurt, his fear and his sins to God,
laying prostrate on the cold, cement floor of a Michigan state prison. Repentance, redemption and
"Blind with rage and wet with tears, I fell to the floor... I plunged to the bottom of my life as if I had fallen
from its final slope... It was the most honest moment ever - I was robbed of diplomacy on American history's
biggest political night. How poetic. Detroit's biggest political figure, prostrate on a jail cell floor as Barack
Obama wins the presidency... Surrender. Not my voice, but it was in my head. It spoke through the
struggle. It was strange, and it poked a bit of peace through my agony. It was poignant and sudden. It
grabbed me and arrested my demons, and dried my back. Enough, it commanded."
With exception to any information regarding a subsequent Federal case now pending, Mr. Kilpatrick will candidly
discuss his book, including the issues and events leading up to his resignation from the office of Mayor of Detroit;
his imprisonment; the rebuilding of trust with his wife and sons; and, his surrendering, repentance and revelation.
We look forward to seeing you February 10th.
Mittie Imani Jordan, Chair
The National Institute For Restorative Justice
|"There was a very large horseshoe-shaped drive in front
of the prison. As we drove through the barbed wire gates,
I saw what looked like twenty other buses pulling into the
facility. Some resembled Greyhound buses. Some were
smaller, and some were vans, like the one I was in.
The haunting sight was the cargo – scores of inmates,
dressed in their “State blues,” pouring from each vehicle
like black chattel. I had a perfect vantage point. Dozens –
I do mean dozens – of young men, mostly African-American,
all in belly chains, ankle cuffs, hand restraints and padlocks
like mine, stepped from these buses and formed lines.
Correction officers, most of whom were white ordered them,
ordered them again, and they shuffled to other buses.
I thought about Jamestown, Virginia. It looked like a slave
trading post, the marketplace where slaves were bought and
sold. Strong, able-bodied black men were moved from
plantation to plantation, from one person’s control to another.
These young men’s transgression made them State property.
And these were just the ones being transferred. How many
more were holed up in the state’s penal system?
It was shocking, and daunting…
The public trading went on for more than an hour.”
Surrendered: The Rise, Fall and Revelation of Kwame Kilpatrick
|Renewing Inalienable Rights, Rebuilding Communal Confidence, Re-energizing Sustainable Economy, Reviving Unbridled Spirit
|Photos from February 10, 2012
Kilpatrick Book Discussion