Lee Gaylord was born on October 15, 1944 in Indianapolis, Indiana USA. He is not an old man but
close to it. He is not crazy but some may disagree. He is not white. No one really knows what he
is. His parents were white but many people who know him say that he is just Lee.
He was raised as an Episcopal and at one time thought about becoming an Episcopal minister.
The following pages will tell you everything you want to know about Lee and maybe more than you
want to know.
Lee can be contacted through his web site http://crazyoldwhitemanfromthehood.com
or by e-mail eazylee@juno.com.
His mailing address is 114 W. Adams, Apartment 912, Detroit, MI 48226 USA
Phone (313) 964-8857
Lee is also has a web site http://castleofhope.com which is the site for the Castle of Hope for
Lost Souls. This is going to be a rehabilitation center for drug and alcohol abusers.
It will also help lost souls in other ways.
Forward
Downtown Detroit is being reborn. The Detroit Police Department has made it safe. There are
casinos and many places for entertainment. We have a one of the best baseball stadiums and the
time this year the best football stadium will open. It has become a party city.
The neighborhoods are getting better too. The young people are tired of seeing their friends killed
and put into wheel chairs. The gangs are on their way out. They are quieter and more courteous on
the buses.
We still have a drug, homeless and prostitution problems. We still have the lost souls of the
streets. The cities, suburbs, rural areas, states, countries and world still have the problems caused
by drugs, alcohol, racial, religious and ethnic problems.
The purpose of this book is to open the reader’s eyes to the problem of the lost souls and to help
them find their true selves. The proceeds from this book will go to rehabilitation of the drug addicts,
alcoholics, homeless, runaways, abusers and the fight against prejudice. My time will be spent on
this fight to. The book and I can not do it alone. I will need your help.
If you have friends on drugs look for ways to help them. If you have friends that show prejudice talk
to them and try to set them straight. If you see child abuse, report it. Spread the word on the internet
that prejudice must go in order for the world to have peace.
This book will introduce you to the lost souls that I know and just maybe you will want to help those
you meet. I am starting the Castle of Hope for Lost Souls. More information about it can be found
on the Internet at www.castleofhopeforlostsouls.org along with some of the stories that are at
the end of the book.
The book is in two parts. The first part is story about the Crazy Old White Man from the Hood and
the lost souls in his life.The second part consists of essays and words of wisdom from the Crazy Old
White Man.
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Chapter I
THE EARLY YEARS
I AM starting here because the earlier years were not too exciting. I remember listening to radio
before we got a TV. The old radio shows with their sound effects that let you visualize in your mind
what was happening in the stories. I remember my fathers 1949 Buick and how when you were
stuck in the snow you could push a button and cinders would cover the snow behind the tires.
My father always bought the cheapest house in the most expensive neighborhoods. I lived in
wealthy neighborhoods. I went to parties at mansions and country clubs. Many of my friends had
swimming pools in their back yards. I was hob knobbing with the rich kids whose fathers were in
some cases famous.
In the mid 50's I lived in Atlanta, GA for two years which changed my life in a way that I really did not
notice until about twenty five years later. (Eleven to thirteen years old)
At that time Atlanta was segregated. I call it apartheid. Water fountains were brown and white as
were the bathroom doors. I had to ride in the front of the bus. The blacks I saw were maids,
dishwashers, elevator operators, bus boys, porters, laborers and other low paying jobs or on a
chain-gang.
Blacks could not eat in white restaurants unless it was in the kitchen. Even churches were
segregated.
My father's office was at a truck yard and warehouse for a big nationwide trucking company. He ran
their truck leasing operation. On Saturdays I would go with him to work. I found myself talking to the
guys that would load and unload the trucks. They were all black.
The restrooms had brown and white doors. The brown doors were for blacks and white doors were
for whites. I had to go so I headed for the restroom. The closest men's room had a brown door and
I was in a hurry.
A black man said, "Mister Lee, go to the white restroom. The white man may kick your ass if he
catches you."
I said, "That's too far. I've got to go now." Luckily a white man did not see me.
I was on a bus. The bus was full and I was on the line between black and white. An old black lady
got on and was standing by me. Since my seat was on the border I figured I would give it to her.
She said, "No sir, please stay seated."
The old redneck next to me said, "If you get up, I will kick your ass."