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# Inner City Miracle

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                  Underprivileged black boys desperate to rise above their circumstances can benefit greatly from such institutions as school, the army, government social programs and the judicial system as well as a knowledge of options, according to Mathis, himself a kid criminal and gangland thug growing up in Detroit&apos;s devastated projects. His turnaround came in 1977, when he heard Jesse Jackson speak. Mathis was 17 years old, and Jackson&apos;s advice struck a chord. &quot;Your heart is in the right place, but to win young people&apos;s minds and souls, you&apos;ve got to have ammunition,&quot; Jackson told him privately, after his speech. &quot;A year from now, I want to hear what you&apos;ve done to improve yourself.... We got a deal?&quot; With the help of his single mother&apos;s Seventh Day Adventist discipline, his wife-to-be&apos;s book-hitting habits and many mentors, Mathis eventually studied his way into law school, passed the bar, toiled in Michigan politics, was elected a judge and landed a syndicated TV show, Judge Mathis. His membership in multiple social classes has helped him forge his practical insight into human nature into an organized story about a hero&apos;s trajectory. Mathis and coauthor Walker poetically render the rhythms of street language, at least to those who don&apos;t speak it, and fairly present Mathis&apos;s sometimes testosterone-driven male attitude, making this an honest feel-good story. Mathis&apos;s parable from the projects explores a world that will be crucially familiar to many and offers a way to reach poor teens who rightly feel misunderstood and underrepresented in the mainstream. Photos not seen by PW. Copyright 2002 Reed Business Information, Inc.
                    
                  
                
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                  Mathis, a former Detroit district court judge, shares stories of his upbringing in a strict household with a mother who worked several jobs to support her four sons. He also reveals that he lived on both sides of the law, eventually escaping to become Michigan&apos;s youngest judge ever. Copyright 2002 Reed Business Information, Inc.
                    
                  
                
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                            Mathis, star of the syndicated television show Judge Mathis, recounts his transformation from an inner-city Detroit youth to a nationally recognized figure. Mathis grew up in the projects with three brothers, raised by a hardworking, religious mother. Despite a steady diet of the Seventh Day Adventist religion, Mathis hung out with thugs, thieves, and drug dealers, escalating his own criminal exploits to gain street respect. Rage and resentment against whites and middle-class blacks fed Mathis&apos; violent behavior. Facing conviction for gun possession in high school, Mathis took a chance offered by a judge: jail time or completing his education. Mathis pushed on past his mother&apos;s death through college and law school to a budding career in local politics, including working with Detroit Mayor Coleman Young and heading the Michigan office for Jesse Jackson&apos;s presidential campaign. On the bench as Detroit&apos;s district court judge, the youngest judge in the state&apos;s history, Mathis attracted the attention of Hollywood and went on to a career in television and radio. An inspirational memoir. Vanessa BushCopyright &#xA9; American Library Association. All rights reserved
                              
                            
                          
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                            Millions have seen him on his nationwide TV show, dispensing justice in his own charismatic style. But Judge Greg Mathis&apos;s own rise to success has been a trial by fire. In this truly candid memoir, his harrowing life on both sides of the law is revealed for the first time.It starts in Detroit&#x2014;but far from the court where Greg would one day preside. Raised in the hell of the Herman Garden Projects, he grows to become a &quot;bad-ass, cool-dressing, do-anything gangsta.&quot; His father gone, his mother juggling two jobs, he falls in with the Errol Flynns&#x2014;&quot;funkified English gentlemen&quot; in three-piece suits and Borsalino hats, urban Robin Hoods who are truly stylish as they steal from everyone and give to themselves.Considered bright but incorrigible, Greg is sent to stay in his middle-class cousin&apos;s mixed neighborhood, where he enlists the local white youth in wrongdoing. Even jail can&apos;t keep him from going bad again once he gets out. Then a threat to his beloved mother causes a shaken Greg to make a promise in a prayer to God: save my mother and I will straighten up.To his and everyone else&apos;s surprise, he keeps his side of the bargain. Inspired by The Autobiography of Malcolm X, working at McDonald&apos;s by day and attending classes by night, Greg pulls himself through high school and college and then law school, using in positive ways the innate intelligence that made him a master at crime. Soon he becomes the youngest judge in Michigan history, a District Court judge and, at last, undaunted by the odds and propelled by his personal story, a sought-after and highly paid TV star.In its blunt, bold, and sometimes hair-raising honesty, Inner City Miracle is both a cautionary and an inspiring story, one sure to stun all those who come to Judge Mathis&apos;s TV courtroom every day.
                              
                            
                          
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                            Greg Mathis is a former Detroit District Court judge, who stars in his own nationally syndicated television show. He lives in Detroit, Michigan.
                              
                            
                          
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                            Dangling from a cold metal railing on the second level of Cobo HallAuditorium in downtown Detroit, I gaze down on thousands of unsuspectingconcertgoers who actually think that a performance by theAverage White Band is going to be the night&apos;s main event.I say to myself, &quot;It ain&apos;t about no damn band, you fools! If youdon&apos;t believe it, check this shit out.&quot; Grinning, I plummet to the concretenine feet below, which is fairly difficult to accomplish wearingplatform shoes with four-inch clear plastic heels.The impact sends a jolt crunching through my thin body and Istumble forward a few steps. I&apos;d nearly dropped on the head of ayoung black male usher who is now frantically sprinting toward anexit. He&apos;s probably trying to alert the police, but it&apos;s a little late forthat. The boldest mass robbery in Detroit&apos;s history is under way, andain&apos;t nothin&apos; he or anyone else can do to stop it!The Errol Flynn gang is in the house and everybody at this concerthad better give up some jewelry or a wallet. Either that or getcracked upside the head.The year is 1977 and I&apos;m in my element--lawlessness, chaos, andbold action.The same holds true for two hundred or so of my fellow ErrolFlynn gang members presently terrorizing the Cobo Hall Auditoriumall around me during a brief intermission between musical acts. Somehave actually vaulted onto the main stage while frightened and bewilderedconcertgoers look on.&quot;Errol Flynn, Errol Flynn!&quot; I gleefully holler at the top of my lungs,matching the cadence of a handful of my homeboys who&apos;ve commandeeredthe microphone onstage and are rhythmically wavingtheir hands as they perform a popular 1970s dance called the ErrolFlynn.Like our movie star namesake, we Flynns fancy ourselves to besuave, swashbuckling, and rakish. And like the matinee idol whosename we carry, if we&apos;re trying to bust a move and you get in our way,we&apos;ll go upside your damn head.Scanning a row full of Average White Band fans to my left, I seewhat I&apos;ve really come to Cobo Hall for. As I look down the row,everyone on it is scowling mightily and shooting me expressions thatleave no doubt about their fear and disgust. They have no way ofknowing it, but the looks on their faces only heighten my tremendoussense of exhilaration.I lock eyes with a young, muscular brother who has his hands protectivelyinterlocked around his girlfriend&apos;s. His demeanor is defiant,as though he&apos;s feeling his oats and primed to do something heroic andmacho.I instinctually understand that if I break him down and force himto bend to my will, the entire row will meekly follow his lead.&quot;Your wallet, please,&quot; I bellow, giving my victim the hardest, meanestlook I can muster. He shoots me a hard look right back, releaseshis girlfriend&apos;s hands and turns in my direction, preparing for battle.I expected that and slowly pull back the black pinstriped jacket of mydouble-breasted suit so he can see my ace in the hole--a .38-caliber revolvertucked in my waist.Then with my eyes I silently dare him to continue his foolhardychallenge. Some concertgoers have already been punched and kickedfor resisting, but things can get much, much worse. Reluctantly cedingdefeat, my muscular victim sullenly digs into his back pocket,pulls out a brown leather wallet, and angrily flips it into the concreteaisle near my feet.As I quickly bend over to retrieve my booty, the air inside CoboHall is filled with the noise of frantically chattering voices, the amplifiedracket from my partners onstage and screams of fear and pain.The sounds of bedlam and anarchy, sweet music to my ears.&quot;Thank you, sir. Gimme that watch, too.&quot;The still-warm, expensive-looking silver timepiece is obedientlypassed down the row. Once the tough guy has been broken, my othervictims quietly turn over their wallets, pocketbooks, bracelets, andrings, glaring at me the entire time. Like I could give a damn.I barely have time to shake down half of another row before I needto make a hurried escape. Running as quickly as I can in my four-inchheels, I become part of a mass exodus of youthful thugs wearingplatform-heeled shoes, double-breasted suits, Borsalino hats, wide-framedwhite glasses with no lens.Many of us also are toting expensive-looking umbrellas and walkingcanes, which come in handy when looking dapper or when scythingthrough hordes of frenzied concertgoers.As soon as I get outside Cobo Hall with the other Errol Flynns Ispy black-suited, helmeted riot police standing shoulder-to-shoulderas they anxiously scan the exiting throng for lawbreakers.They look stupid standing in the middle of the street with thestreetlights glinting off their dark helmets. What do they expect me todo--walk up to them and surrender? Slowing down so that I&apos;m movingat the same pace as the escaping concertgoers, I place a look ofconsternation and fear that matches theirs on my face. A wolf flowingto freedom among the panicked sheep. I gradually ease my way pastthe cops, who are nervously tapping their gloved hands with thickblack billyclubs, looking for heads to lay siege to.Battling a towering urge to run, I walk briskly down the sidewalk,each step taking me a little farther away from the scene of our crime.My crime!But it&apos;s not until all the commotion and noise around Cobo Hallfade into the distance that I slow into a swaggering pimp walk, thestolen rings and watches in my jacket pockets jingling melodiously.The warm night air feels fantastic, thanks to a slight breeze fanning inoff the Detroit River.Only after I&apos;ve walked a few yards does it dawn on me that I&apos;mbreathing pretty hard, not so much from exertion as from excitement.Even though the palms of my hands are moist and my stomach feelslike a freight train is rumbling through it, I feel ecstatic.A few blocks ahead a sea of dark Borsolino fedoras is bobbingdown the street and I jog to catch up.The cops were so worried about the safety of the concertgoers thatthey&apos;ve left the rest of downtown unguarded, leaving the door openfor a frenzied Errol Flynn gang looting spree. Soon store alarms aregoing off like crazy, punctuated by the brittle sound of storefront windowsdisintegrating. In no time the sidewalk is littered with glassshards that twinkle like diamonds under the streetlights and crunchunderfoot.Smiling, I saunter into Cousins, one of the premier clothing storesin downtown Detroit, and head straight for a hat rack at the far endof the darkened store. The store is filled with the fantastic odor ofleather that emanates from expensive jackets and shoes neatly linedup on display. It&apos;s a smell I&apos;ve always equated with wealth.The leather looks tantalizing and I shoot an admiring glance as Ihurriedly pass, headed toward my primary targets.I have them in view now--two authentic Borsalino Como felt furfedoras, painstakingly handcrafted in Alessandra, Italy. Taking off myfake fur Borsalino knockoff, I fling it into a corner, then slip the genuinearticle onto my Jeri-curled head. As soon as the baby soft felt furcaresses my shoulder-length locks, I immediately understand whyComos are priced at $100 apiece.Not to mention why they&apos;re the favored headgear of the top Detroitpimps and hustlers that I look up to.With one Borsalino on my head and another in my hand, I boltout of Cousins and back onto the street, before the pigs start respondingto all the jangling store alarms.Feeling like a kid on Christmas morning, I eagerly make my wayback to the 1968 Camaro that my five-man crew and I parked severalblocks from Cobo Hall. I can&apos;t wait to divvy up the booty we&apos;ve liftedfrom the Average White Band crowd and I&apos;m looking forward to seeinghow the eleven o&apos;clock news covers our audacious heist.My boys and I have just ripped off several thousand Detroit concertgoersinside a major auditorium located mere blocks from policeheadquarters.
                              
                            
                          
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## Customer Reviews

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    and has had a bad draw in life
  

*by A***R on Reviewed in the United States on February 24, 2016*

The book was purchased for a student that I teach. The student has Emotional Behavior Disturbance. He is such a leader, and has had a bad draw in life. The book was intended for this student to read and do a report on what he got out of the book. He now wants to become a positive leader, thus channeling his leadership qualities and other strengths in a positive direction. All is due to the influence of this book, and the advocacy of me being an excellent teacher to advocate for my students to learn how to grow in areas that will take them far. Thank you judge Mathis for your story.

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    So glad I did
  

*by F***S on Reviewed in the United States on February 7, 2016*

Have always wanted to get Judge Mathis' book and I finally got around to purchasing it from Amazon.  So glad I did!  Got through it in about a week in my off time.  Passed it on to my wife who is now enjoying reading it.  What a story of pulling ones self up by the bootstraps and becoming something!  Great story of personal triumph!!!

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    Great Book!
  

*by M***Y on Reviewed in the United States on December 16, 2016*

The book take a while to get to me but it was worth it, and I didn't mind waiting on it. Although it was used it looked new and well cared for.

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