Amnesty For My Multiracial Family

I trashed this blog then read this article Multiracial Families. Mark and Vic Presco spread their Racist Neo-Nazi ideas in our family. How can this not affect us all? You use me as a Scapegoat so you will never have to face the facts, and do something, like get into therapy. Cean pretends he is one of the most honest men that walked the earth, but, he is lying to himself as to why he changed his surname. Mark refused to have anything to do with his grandsons, because they are half Filipino. He called these children “Mud People”. Donald Trump is taking from Mark and Victor’s playbook.

http://www.therapistlocator.net/iMIS15/AAMFT/Content/Consumer_Updates/Multiracial_Families.aspx

Last night, in my dream, the beautiful picture I longed to capture, appear. I was making a video of my sister Victoria and I, when in the background – there was Christine! She was young – and alive. We were young. Vicki said;

“C-mon Christine. Get in the picture!”

She did, and there was the three of us, together once again. This is the last of the Presco family before I went to New York at seventeen. Victor was long gone, as was Mark. Rosemary was having orgies at the Beverley Hills Hotel with Movie Stars. She was also trying to snag another husband. We hardly ever saw her. I was the Man of the House, a  title I did not ask for. At the same time I was Marilyn’s Boyfriend. This is to say, I had close bonds with four women who were not in their right mind. Add Marie, and her oldest daughter whom I never met, then, I am overwhelmed with the complex working of the female psyche.

These women who were looking for a sane man to bond with. I was their ideal. Now add to this the truth I was a gifted Artist and Poet, who expected to be famous one day, then is it any wonder my nephew Cean was confused as to who was the family nurturer? Mark claimed he was the source. He lied! Do you see him in these photos? He knew I was like a mother bird feeding her chicks in the nest. Rosemary was not a nurturer. She hated to cook. I did all the cooking since I was twelve. I was The Family Shoulder to Cry On! My brother thought I was a sucker. He was jealous of me.

Cean changed his surname to O’Brian, the last name of his stepfather. He married a beautiful Filipino woman who born him two sons, my grand nephews. These sons will have children, and their children will have children. They will not carry the name Presco. When Cian dropped my name, too, I made him realize he had made a big mistake. We tried to rectify it by introducing my daughter and my grandson to……the O’Brians! What can go wrong? When I went to San Jose to meet Cean’s wife, I was introduced to around twenty folks who said we were related. Cean’s mother’s maiden name is McCarthy.

What I realized this morning, is, there are two Family Artists and Biographers, and one of them is dead. Christine tried to do what I tried to do with My Gifts…….Heal and Unite the Prescos. Will I fail, too? It was my intention to grant amnesty to all members of my family at THE END of my published book. Now that I am working Under the Gun, let us go ahead and give that amnesty – NOW!

You are all forgiven of being Bad Models – that won’t stay put! You are Fussbudgets! No, this is not true, you are just living your lives, doing your thing, and jockeying for position in a Family Drama, like normal families – except, we have rarely been a normal family. Two gifted children are not supposed to be the parents of the family. It is too tall of an order. Christine and I – failed. For this reason I hereby announce………..

WE ARE A FAMILY ANYWAY! WE ALL DID THE BEST WE KNOW HOW!

Stand up and give yourself a round of applause!

While camping up in Blue River, I discovered I got a lot of kinfolk up there due to Vicki Presco marrying Jim Dundon. Above is a photograph of my nephew Shamus Dundon, and his two sons, with my daughter and her son, Tyler Hunt. Tyler’s cousin, is a quarter black

Jon Gregory Presco

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