"Malik Russell was born without a father and to a drug-addicted, abusive mother. At six, he pointed to a tree adorned with ornaments in his great grandmother's living room and asked, 'What's that?' for he had never known Christmas. And that was just the beginning for a kid who wanted what everyone wants--to love and be loved. Thanks to Russell Vann's indelicate but uplifting narrative style, Ghetto Bastard takes us on a unique journey of surviving the ghetto against all odds." ~Richard Delaney
"The Ghetto Bastard Series is a testament to the human spirit. Born and raised in the ghetto, Malik prevails against all odds. Facing endless adversities, he fights every battle searching for the love he so desires. This is an American story that will touch the hearts of all who have the privilege of reading it. I highly recommend this series."" ~Michael Turnbow
From the Author
In the morning, I got up, and of course, wet the bed. The lady wasn't upset. She just washed me up, sat me at the kitchen table, and gave me something to eat. This went on for a few days, until she said, "Your mother is coming to get you today."
I thought, Who's my mother? I didn't even know who my mother was. Great! Now I have a mother. I don't have to go back to that house.
The doorbell rang, and I was anxious to see my mother. When the door opened, it was the light-skinned lady with the afro who had dropped me off. I was surprised at this. When she picked me up at Nana's house, I had no idea who she was.
I yelled, "Mommy!" not from any joy or bond that we had developed, but just because I saw other kids do it when they saw their mothers. My mother took me back to Nana's house, but instead of Nana, Emma was there with her son, Guy.