Arthur Briford McCotter, was born in New Bern, North Carolina, to the late Mrs. Ethel McCotter Gillis.
At the age of eight (8), he moved to Glassboro New Jersey with his Mother, his Brother Samuel, now deceased, and his Step-father, Joseph Gillis, now deceased also.
Upon graduation from High School and from College, Arthur moved back to New Bern with his Grandmother, Mrs. Rosa Odom McCotter Bryant, now deceased.
At the time of the writing of this Book, the writer is incarcerated at the Franklin Correctional Center, Franklin County, Bunn, North Carolina.
My brother and I both were incarcerated when our mother died in 2008. My brother Samuel Dewitt McCotter died in Federal Prison in 2011.
For me, life started falling apart upon the death of my only son Kevin in 2007.
In 2008 I lost my mother and I felt as though God was punishing me by taking people I love from me.
While writing this Book on the two categories of Men, I found myself in every aspect of Promiscuity while married with children, getting children out of Wedlock, and shacking-up-with women who thought I was going to marry them, and living dangerously and recklessly showing no respect for those ladies, nor myself. I feel I am, from past affairs A Mess-up-Ologist, if there is such a word.
I urge every man reading this book to stop, take an Inventory of your marriage and of your family situations.
I am blessed that God spared me for this purpose and for the task before me.
As a married man, you have to leave those outside women alone. Take it from experience; I was like a baby at a Candy Store. If you know that you have a good Lady, a Blessed Lady, I would like to advise you to put a ring on her finger, and live with her like you are living with The Queen of Sheba. She’s your Queen so treat her as such. Learn to appreciate a good woman. They are hard to find, so as Joe Tex has said, “You had better hold on to what you got, because if you don’t some man will have her before you can count 1, 2, 3,
You will never know what you had until you are in the situation I am now, and then you’ll wish for her to come back, but she’s long gone now, because of the way you treated her.
God has allowed me the chance at numerous opportunities to be the first at:
1. The Delinquent Tax Collector for Craven County, New Bern, North Carolina as an African American;
(2) The Sales Position at a Lumber Company called Askew’s Building Supply in New Bern, North Carolina, The First African American; (3) Pathology Assistant and Medical Examiner’s Assistant.
In spite of my strides in Society, my track record was not good. God has allowed the blood to continue to run warm in my veins.
In 1988 a friend, Attorney Calvin King, purchased two Charter Buses that I operated. At the time Rev. Jesse Jackson was running for President of the United States. I was honored to have been the Driver of the Bus he was traveling on to the different State. He was in North Carolina to speak in Raleigh, Rocky Mount, Greenville, Winton Salem, and a few other places. I also had the privilege and the honor of escorting Mrs. King on the Stage, and standing besides her holding my arm while she shook hands with the people.
See how God continued to bless me, but I still had not given God His due diligence for all His blessings He was continuing to shower upon me.
Prior to my Incarceration, I was an African Methodist Episcopal Zion (A.M.E.Z.) Pastor and the Bishop’s Aide to the late Bishop Alfred Gilbert Dunston, Jr., from 1987 to 1992.
I traveled with Bishop Dunston to Conferences in the States, The Virgin Islands, speaking engagements at Military Bases, and other venues. The vast knowledge I gained while in the Bishops presence will never be forgotten, and that of his Associating Bishops.
It is easy to look at people and make quick judgments about them, their present, and past, but you would be amazed at the pain and tears a single smile hides. What a person shows to the world is only one tiny facet of the Iceberg hidden from sight, and more often than not, it’s lined with cracks and scars that go all the way to the foundation of their soul.