From Turntables to Tokenomics
The Blexicon Origin Story—from a garage filled with solder and sawdust, through trials and revelations, to engineering the first truly sovereign Black community in America.
From Turntables to Tokenomics
High School - The Foundation
My journey began in a garage filled with the smell of solder and sawdust, where my father, granddad, and uncles taught me electronics, carpentry, and auto mechanics. But the real education came when my father cut our allowance and handed us 2 turntables and a crate full of records. "Make your own money," he said. That's when my brother and I started Phat BOY Entertainment (PBE)—a DJ company that taught us everything about running a business from the ground up. Today, PBE still operates, supplying stages, lighting, LED walls, and complete production infrastructure for events. Those turntables taught me everything I'd need for what was coming—resource management, promoting, managing people, and maintaining electronic equipment because that's all you had. You learned to fix what broke. You learned to make something out of nothing. You learned that controlling your own infrastructure meant controlling your own destiny.
E-3 Sentry AWACS
Military Service - Communications & Navigation
Right out of high school at 17, I joined the military and worked on the E-3 Sentry AWACS—Communications and Navigation. It was a critical role because we had to ensure everyone could communicate: the Army, the Navy, the Air Force, the Marine Corps, the Coast Guard. If our systems didn't work, we'd be blind and unable to coordinate with one another. That responsibility shaped how I think about infrastructure—if the backbone fails, everything fails. Over the years, I traveled to 48 states and 42 countries. Across continents, I witnessed the same pattern: communities dependent on external power, external food, external capital. Every culture harnessed energy differently, but nobody recycled wasted energy as a collective. And everywhere I went, I noticed something specific to us—we had Black neighborhoods, but not one truly sovereign Black American community.
The Roots Question
Basic Training - Sergeant Wells
During roll call in Basic Training, Sergeant Wells called out my name. When I raised my hand, he asked me a question I'll never forget: "What plantation are my peoples from?" At first, I thought it was a bad thing. But after roll call, he pulled me aside and told me his family came off a plantation in North Alabama—and that I should look into mine. That question stuck with me for years. Over time, I started doing more genealogy work, traveling to actual cities where my family had lived hundreds of years ago. It felt refreshing to find jewels in my lineage. Because when you know where you're from, you know where you're going. That's why I built MyBlockRoots—to give others the same gift of knowing.
The Oklahoma Revelation
Stationed in Oklahoma - Black Wall Street
When I was stationed in Oklahoma, I discovered things I never knew. I had no idea how many Black Americans lived there—entire townships, communities with deep roots. Then I learned about Tulsa. Black Wall Street. The Greenwood District. A thriving, self-sufficient Black economy that was burned to the ground in 1921. That history lit a fire in me. I already knew the story of Eatonville, Florida—the oldest Black-incorporated municipality in America. But Oklahoma showed me the pattern: we had built sovereign communities before. We had done it. And they were destroyed.
PC Ryders
College - The Invention
After leaving the military, I went to college and studied computer networking. That's where I invented PC Ryders—a custom computer built into the shape of a model car. I had a vision: apply Michael Dell's philosophy to custom machines. People would choose their car model, their specs, and I'd build it for them. I had the entire business planned out—manufacturing, distribution, marketing. Then in July, just two months after graduation, I turned down $5 million for my invention. I believed I could build something bigger on my own terms. As Martin Lawrence once said, "No one is immune to the trials and tribulations of life." That December, everything changed.
The Trial by Fire
December of That Year
In December of that same year, I had to defend myself and take a life. It was my first run-in with the law, and it changed the trajectory of my entire existence. That experience almost broke me. After that encounter with the justice system, I realized something profound: life is precious. We're all born with a birth date and a death date—but what really matters is how you live in that tilde in between. The legal battle consumed so much of my energy. By the time I was finally acquitted for self-defense, my passion, my energy, and my path were in complete disarray.
Rebuilding Eatonville
The Coach Eddie Chapter
At my lowest point, I ran into one of my middle school mentors—Eddie "Coach" Hainesworth. He told me he was doing community work and would love for me to help since we shared the same vision: making the community better. That conversation gave me the purpose I desperately needed and planted the seed that would become the Eatonville campaign. Coach Eddie didn't just give me direction—he reminded me that my skills and my pain could be channeled into something that mattered. Upon his passing, I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, carrying his vision with me.
The Boston Chapter
Cambridge & The Innovation Corridor
In Boston, I lived near Harvard University and MIT in Cambridge—right in the heart of what they call "The Most Innovative Square Mile on the Planet." I believe them. I worked in the area, sometimes grabbing lunch on campus, absorbing the energy of world-class minds solving impossible problems. I attended MIT's technology innovation fest, where I witnessed breakthroughs that most people won't see for years. It was quite an experience. I learned a lot just by being around those institutions and that caliber of talent. During this time, I dove deep into robotics, data centers, and cryptocurrency. My experience with communication systems on the E-3 AWACS gave me a head start in understanding encrypted networks and the emerging Web3 space.
The Inspiration
Standing on Giants
I was too young to fully understand when I first saw Dr. Claude Anderson on satellite TV with my granddad in the late 1990s, but I'll never forget it. He was the first person I'd ever seen on television who openly said "white supremacy" and spoke about reparations with such clarity and conviction. Years later, I spoke with Dr. Anderson and his wife about rebuilding Eatonville. He gave me his blessing to use the plan he'd developed for Detroit's Black Business District and shared his PowerNomics® philosophy with me. After reading his books and listening to his lectures, I took that PowerNomics® philosophy and digitized it—that's how the Blexicon Project was born. Some cities and their stories stayed with me. Floyd B. McKissick, Sr.'s vision for Soul City, NC. Paul Revere Williams designing Berkeley Square in Las Vegas. And in modern times, Mayor Abraham Gordon, Jr. rebuilding Eatonville, FL—the oldest Black-incorporated municipality in America. I interviewed with Mayor Gordon. We talked for hours. He told me I had come to him in a dream, and he wanted me to help rebuild Eatonville into a film production hub. At the time, the town faced massive adversities—but the vision was undeniable. That's when I thought bigger: Why rebuild one historic town when we could rebuild them all—and create new ones?
The Mission
By Black American Hands
The Blexicon Project was born from 42 countries' worth of lessons and a lifetime of building, fixing, and making something from nothing. This isn't just real estate. This isn't just renewable energy. This is a complete operating system for self-sustaining civilizations. We're building the first modern-day sovereign community—by Black American hands, for Black American thoughts. A community that recycles its own energy, grows its own food, builds its own infrastructure, and controls its own capital. Our ancestors built Black Wall Street. They built Eatonville. They proved it was possible. Now it's our turn to finish what they started—and make it permanent.
Building Sovereignty
The Blexicon Way
From the turntables that taught me self-reliance, through the military that showed me the world, the invention that almost was, the trial that almost broke me, the mentor who rebuilt me, and the innovation corridors that refined my vision—every step led here. Blexicon is what happens when you stop waiting for permission and start building sovereignty.
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This isn't just my journey—it's ours. If you've seen the pattern, if you understand the mission, if you're ready to build true sovereignty, then you belong here.
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