What could the proponents of ethics; Socrates, Moses, Kant, Muhammad, Plato, Jesus Christ and Buddha, to name a few, innately understand along with our founding fathers ... which underlay the idea of a just society? What could they envision with their hearts but not see with their eyes … could sense but could not feel? Is it a wonder that an idea so powerful would lay just beneath our sights; be spoken in decibels that do not register our inquiry while being the perfective of our existence? Ethical principles, imminent through philosophy, religion, laws and their edicts like all things central to life are free and so form the precept of The Potential Enterprise Company. It's about resolution not revolution. Please explore what we do.

Something about Leslie T. Lox

    I could count on one hand the days I lived in North Carolina that weren’t sunny, figuratively at least. Blue skies had asked fewer words to describe the sleeping peach trees and corn fields surrounding the booming city of Raleigh North Carolina. Oblivious to many of the locals in town the trial of the “Wilmington 10” was underway and getting national exposure. A group of young people led by the Reverend Benjamin Chavis had been accused of arson and conspiracy in the destruction of a business in downtown Charlotte. The motive was said to be in support of a boycott announced of the Hanover public school system. Their convictions would eventually be overturned and the nine men and one woman freed.      I was a student and the principal organizer of the students for the defense. I recall sitting in court those brisk sunny days wondering, if the “Wilmington 10” were found guilty of those crimes would they be better Christians for them or would their deeds wither into regret behind barbed wire and cinder blocks?      Our committees discussions had been fiery. Out of the student union and on to the promenade our passion was only slight protection ... the sweet North Carolina wind gusted Saint Augustines' grassy spans and picturesque shade trees to follow us up the red brick path to the conference building. 

      Through a large window the suns noon incline found us early for a meeting with some folks from the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC). We sat around a worn conference table that held twenty in a room meant for fifteen.
      Vaughn who claimed affiliation with the Black Panthers in Los Angles and Milton, an activist from Norfolk Virginia were standing to my left and rear. I was thinking that it wouldn’t have hurt if someone had prepared the gentleman sitting across from me as he opened the discussion. He led an animated mix of White, Chinese and Black men and women who were interested in what I had to say, at least for the moment. 
     My words would disappoint them, but it was a plan to fit everyone if it was not perfect. 

In Cape Town, South Africa outside a mall and some construction sites putting the parts together for a story 

The Messsage 

       ... was that there would be no loud capricious commotion outside the court house. Our moment would not typify past images of clenched fists and demonstrations that became excuses for police dogs and riot gear. In the past they may have attracted attention to a plight but by now they had run their course. The loud chant of slogans echoing outside the court house would adversly detract from discourse and solutions.       “We just want a fair trial. We’re not here to sway anyone’s opinion one way or the other – just a fair trial no matter how it turns out”. My words cast a spell broken by the Robins and Orioles chirping in the brisk outside.   
      “Like Les said, it’s quiet around these parts,” Milton's slow deliberate speech matched a steady gait. Vaughn nodded in agreement a few steps behined him. The spell was broken this time by nods and note passing, whispers and people glancing down at their blank legal pads. They looked at me. We looked at each other.           More than a meeting had ended as we followed the red brick path back to the Student Union building. The late afternoon sun had buffed the promenade a soft technicolor luring red and golden leaves atop its Autumn green lawn. I recalled a line from a Bob Dylan song that finished with, “….. all that just to get here”.  

   Hard to imagine it's almost fifty years later - forty of them an intriguing adventure producing four (almost five) books. Right now the “Potential” catalogue maintains two of them “Potent Enterprise” which is a narrative of our E-letter over the years and “RoadWindows” which comes from an arduous search for solutions to those same lingering dilemmas. 

      In RoadWindows imagine a trained individual venturing into the eye of a terrible storm and surviving it and the things they could tell us about meteorology. I ask you to view both books similarly but within the social strata. My most recent effort comprising my memiors explains the type of person who would engage such an adventure and why and how someone might do so.

Our office on Old Fallston Road in Cherryville North Carolina where Potent Enterprise was first published

      Noted sociologist Dr. Joyce Brothers said that "... as business surges ahead technologically it leaves the populace struggling to catch up (and causes a variety of problems)". The result is that there is a widening gap between what technology can do (and how the public can best utilize its advances). The books "RoadWindows" and "Potent Enterprise" may offer explanations to balance these dilemmas expressed in the wealth gap, religious extremism, the trends toward nationalism, conservatism, popularism and more.  Please view a discriptive of them on the next page along with an excerpt from my memiors.

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