First Draft: 05/04/2025 at 12:54AM

Evening.

After hours, actually.

When I decided to avoid procrastination and start this blog early, I didn’t have a dedication in mind. But it dawned on me in the early hours of my 8-hour Planet Fitness shift while I defogged the mirrors.

I dedicate this to my father. Ricky Lee Johnson Jr. “Mr. Knows The Bible Back & Forth.” “Mr. No Pork.” The Israelite in my bloodline.

My father and I have always had a relationship, he just didn’t raise me day to day. But we’d talk throughout my life, primarily by phone, about once a month.

When I was younger, he’d use this time to tell me Santa Claus was fake and that Easter was pagan. Oedipus complexes and holy-days. I used to think it went in one ear and out the other, but… it stuck.

As I got older, in my early college-attending years, I’d debate him, whether it was about the Bible, Politics, Gender and Feminism, or the Black plight. I had my own ideals now and had realized my own revelations from the Bible.

He was a hard core conservative. It wasn’t surprising to him that after years of his propaganda, I was a nuclear-family, 2A-supporting, hustling, God-fearing Republican. Besides the nuclear family part, you couldn’t expect much else from the daughter of a Foundational Black American man from the DMV. And even he grew up with both of his parents and a step-mom.

He could dance. And he was charming; definitely a looker and a ladies’ man. He was independent and a Gemini. With that being said, you couldn’t tell this man anythiiinnnggg. You might think you know- my father knows he knows. And he’d be happy to pull out the Bible and give you an exact scripture, before ChatGPT could lay it all out for you. He had composition books piled high with poems, scriptures, and revelations.

He could tell you about when he had the best jobs, women, and wardrobe in his world. He would tell you that the material things never mattered, and how he’s had them and lost them. If he wanted, he could get them again.

My father was the black sheep of the family, and for that, I never got as close to his side as I’d like. And that became a lot harder for me when he passed on March 31st, 2021. Just a few weeks before his birthday, May 21st (today).

This blog is dedicated to him:
Ricky Lee Johnson Jr.

Thank YAH I’ve got your confidence. Thank YAH. I’ve been keeping these thoughts to myself. But in honor of the glorious genes my father gave me, Imma talk my shit,

finally.

And Welcome

to the personal blog of Dominique Richardson, or Dominique Johnson, depending on the intensity of the subject. Unlike another blog, this one will share opinion pieces and recount my experience as an independent conservative, 9th-generation Black American woman from Riverdale, Georgia.

The goal: protect the narrative. And I can’t do that if I don’t speak up. If you’re reading this, you won’t miss this jet. You’ll get an exclusive look into one of the greatest minds of our generation. Yes, I’m conceited. I’m also highly intelligent. And I can’t change because it’d be genetically impossible. So, please, tune in, offer support, and gather some motivation from these thoughts. Welcome to the thoughts of a 9th Generation Negro.

More of What You Can Expect:

• I’m going to detail how I went from blacking out my Twitter avi to voting for Donald Trump- and why I’m now a leaning Libertarian.
• Breakdowns of different political ideologies for my peers in minority communities.
• Thoughts on self-reliance, sobriety, better decision-making, and becoming a more empathetic, productive, and knowledgeable human-being.
• Life as a non-traditional undergrad and future J.D. candidate.
• Navigating the job market between opportunities.
• Rants about love in dating in Atlanta as a single bisexual woman.

And we’re all going to enjoy it.

If you desire something educational, clean-cut, and void of personal opinion, I’ll be creating that blog as I begin my Bachelor’s program at Georgia State University, with a concentration in Pre-Law. That’s going to be fun- but far from funny.

A Lil’ More ‘Bout How We Got Here Before We Head Out

I reside in Metro-Atlanta, and I’m a complex soul.

I’m on a journey to identify each of my grandparents’ grandparents’ grandparents. That’s 9 generations, I’m quite certain, who were born and raised in the land we now call the United States of America. I’m blessed to have all 4 of my biological grandparents living, and I’m dedicating the next 18 months to identifying the past 9 generations of Black Americans who have come before me.

This blog is an extension of that and thus explains the name: 9thGenBlackAmerican.com. I’m finding myself re-navigating Blackness in America. This time with a bunch of new tools and new ideas. I’m feeling more indigenous than ever. And it makes me wonder- are my peers feeling the same? I’m feeling a new Blackness, like, maybe- just maybe- solidifying our identity in this nation can help rebuild self-worth, encourage our community to reinvest in self-sufficiency, and stop infighting over politics and maximize our collective voting power.

Yesterday, I saw Sinners (2025). Lately, I’ve been drawn to Hoodoo, and I’ve always had an affinity for the Israelites of the Bible. I’m listening to the music, thinking to myself, “we are so damn talented!” I’m seeing the hate online from the diaspora. I see the Black American men and women at war with each other. As we modernize, marriage, family, and community-building diminish.

I’m no saint- I’m also on that wave of not wanting children, unimpressed with the men, and moving away from the collective thought. But just because I’m re-addressing my mentality about Blackness in America doesn’t mean that I’m anti-Black, a coon, a lost one, or any of those things that imply I’m not down for our cause. The truth is: I’m a Thinker; a real, deep Thinker. It’s what I was placed here to do. It’s why I was given these glorious genes. And if you’re here, I hope you’re a thinker too, and that you offer some feedback and insight into this puzzle we call life.

If you’re reading this and inclined to help this blog grow and tackle hard questions and conversations, you can donate or subscribe. I sure do hope you stick around for this.

And before we end our first post I just want to state:

In the words of my Papa:

“God loves you and so do I!”

I’m telling you to

Keep that Dignity and Pride!

And no matter how many of the breaks you encounter, stay solid! Cuz you only got to do two things in this life:

Stay ____ & ____ !!!