Who is Malcolm Kareen Freeney?

Who is Malcolm Kareen Freeney and what does he stand for?

Well we should start with the obvious stuff such as I am a Black male, age 33 born July 9, 1974 in Chicago, Illinois. I am a fabulous, intelligent, giving, sometimes stubborn, intense, literal, loyal, witty (sometimes sarcastic), passionate Black man. My bad traits are some selfishness, classic avoidance, and at times I have a bad temper but we will talk about those in greater detail later. My biological mother died when I was 4 years old and I have never known my biological father. My biological mother’s name was Eva Mae Freeney. After a brief stint with my Aunt Julia, I was adopted by my aunt and uncle and moved to Madison, Wisconsin. The relationship is that my biological mom and my uncle who adopted me are brother and sister. I hope that isn’t too confusing. How do I describe my first 5 years of my life? In retrospect when I think about it, painful to a degree. My biological mother isolated me from the world, so I didn’t develop the way normal kids would. If my mind wasn’t already at an advanced level, I think I would have been truly lost in the world of life. This is because I wasn’t afforded the opportunity to interact with kids my age, go to preschool or any of those accelerated pre-kindergarten programs. Athletically, I didn’t develop at all. At age 5, I couldn’t run at all and organized sports, forget about it! I spent so much time by myself and within my own mind that even today, I feel most comfortable by myself or with people that I truly feel comfortable around. The only time I came out was when I went to the Jewel supermarket where I would watch the heroin users shoot up. I got into so much mischief as a child that when my biological mother died, I was in the hospital as well for taking pills that I shouldn’t have taken such as Ex-Lax. To this day, I don’t do drugs or drink and for the most part, live relatively cautious. I knew that my biological mom loved me, but sometimes people just have a strange way of showing it. My stint with Aunt Julia was interesting in that people say that I was abused. She had three kids who are my cousins: Billie, Jeff, and Dwayne (we call him Butch) I don’t necessarily remember that even though there was one incident that stands out where my cousin Billie pushed me down a flight of stairs leaving a mark that would remain on my chest for years. But it wasn’t completely unprovoked because my intelligence and sarcasm and piss a person off to the nth degree. One time my aunt was late picking me from elementary school so I started to walk home by myself. They found me eventually, but I think I worried a few people in the process because at 5 years old, I’m not supposed to know the way home by myself. So I think that some of the abuse was warranted though it may have been excessive. My cousin Jeff is still like a brother to me even though our relationship right now is a bit estranged for some reason.