About The Author
Hello, my name is Darrell R. Tucker.
I believe sharing knowledge with goodwill improves the enjoyment and satisfaction in living, and I am motivated by a vision of peace and prosperity that I share in this document.
People from every nation call out for world peace, but our best intentions will not produce world peace, because we live on a constantly changing planet and change naturally promotes conflict.
Learning to use goodwill as a tool to reduce conflict will provide a means to achieve the highest level of peace and confidence in living.
At age thirteen the school I attended placed me in a special math class.
The teacher was a short, dark-haired man from Armenia, his name was Mr. Gosgarian, and he wore baggy black trousers, a white dress shirt, and a silk vest with colorful, swirling silk embroidery on the front, with a black silk back.
The first thing Mr. Gosgarian said was, “Thank you for attending class today.
You have been tested by the school, and you are among the few people who understand the nuances and structure of mathematics.
Therefore, it is very important to learn about and solve the math problems that others do not understand.”
I have learned there is an equation in every situation.
Some equations produce debt, disease, and conflict.
Some equations produce ownership, health, and safe neighborhoods.
In high school, at the age of sixteen, I refused to go to math class.
Instead, I went to the school library, and I tutored my fellow students in math.
The college I attended paid me to make home visits to a shut-in veteran to tutor math and physics.
My professional career included decades as a California Licensed Contractor with thirty years as an independent bonding company agent representing hundreds of millions of dollars in military and private contracts that had been sabotaged, with money being stolen.
My last assignment was as the project manager of a six-million-dollar project on Nellis Airforce Base in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA.
The project had been sabotaged by people in the military, not for money, but to discriminate against a person of color who was the main general contractor of the project.
Watching a skilled professional being discriminated against because of the color of their skin while wasting millions of taxpayer dollars was very troubling.
I went for a long walk in the forest near my home, and I wondered how to stop this sort of foolish waste of human potential and national resources.
I stopped on a hillside, and I watched a group of farmers who were in the process of clearing and leveling the land and installing new circular well lines.
The farmers had just cut down the last of the ancient black cottonwood forest that lined the flood plain of the river, and the ancient oak forest that lined the higher ground.
The farmers pushed the huge, ancient trees into piles, and then burned the trees.
The farmers had filled in the oxbows and back bays of the Scott River, and they made the river into a narrow, rock-lined, agricultural drain.
I was here for a long time in the afternoon, and I watched the farmers pile and burn the ancient trees, and level the ground with huge machines.
After a while, the porch lights at the farmer’s houses out in the bare fields were coming on one by one, and smoke began to rise out of the chimneys on the farmhouses.
As the sun was setting, the cars that were passing by were just beginning to turn on their headlights.
The trucks that passed on the highway below made hissing, roaring, and whining sounds as the drivers of the big trucks shifted gears on the rolling hillside roadway.
And that was what I observed in the moment before I glimpsed the vision.
And then, there were loud barking sounds of a flight of hundreds of geese from across the valley.
And within my mind’s eye the geese were circling and landing, and then taking to flight again, and then circling and landing over again.
The geese were settling in for the night upon a back bay in the river that was one half mile long and one quarter mile wide, like a shallow lake beside the flowing river.
The late afternoon sun made the water appear as if it was a perfect silver mirror, and upon the mirror there were thousands of moving ripples and circles intersecting as the fish within the water were rising to catch their last insect meals of the day.
Along the edges of the back bay, and on the far side of the river, there were tall dense forests of black cottonwoods with short yellow-green willows growing at the base of the tall trees.
The mountains facing the valley were in dark shadows cast by the tall fir, pine, cedar, oak, and madrone trees that covered the lush mountain sides.
And there were tall stands of trees spread across the valley floor, with large green meadows in between the trees, and small herds of cattle were slowly walking around, and settling in for the night.
The farmhouses were there as before, the porch lights were just coming on, and smoke was beginning to rise from the farmhouse chimneys.
But now, the fields had all sorts of fruit trees, berry brambles, vegetables, and small pens with ducks, chickens, pigs, goats, and young cattle with their mothers.
The astounding variety of the farmer’s land was breath taking as was the fragrant aroma of butterscotch, sweet pine resin, and sharp tannin that was rising off the tops of the Jeffery Pine trees, Sugar Pine trees, and massive white oak trees that covered the valley floor in the setting sun.
The late afternoon breeze carried the sharp aromas, sweet fragrances, sounds, movement, and colors of the vision up the hillside, and into my mind’s eye.
The cars and trucks continued along their way on the highway below the hillside, slowly turning on their headlights as the sunset approached.
But now, the highway passed through a series of stands of tall trees, with flowing creeks and marshy areas in all the low places.
And anywhere there was water, there were birds settling in for the night, and fish rising in the water to catch their last meal of the day.
And then, the sun set upon the mountains to the west, and the view became as it was, with farmers cutting down and burning ancient trees.
The silver lake with rising fish, the geese settling in for the night, the tall stands of trees across the fertile green valley, and the prosperous family farms had vanished.
The vision had ended.
I reviewed the vision in my mind and then I conceived the idea of a new economy of Sustainable Prosperity.
This vision, and my concept of Sustainable Prosperity, led me to become a three-term president of a regional chamber of commerce, a vice-chairman of a watershed council, project manager of a regional economic development planning process, project manager of a county-wide library improvement project, and organizer of several community talents shows, and none of these activities had any lasting result.
Something was always blocking improvement in our community.
I submitted my concept of Sustainable Prosperity to Dr. Stella Cornelius of the Conflict Resolution Network of Australia, (now deceased) in November 2001.
Dr. Cornelius reviewed and edited my work with the condition that I learn the twelve steps of conflict resolution presented at https://www.crnhq.org.
Conflict resolution begins with goodwill that includes respect and kindness for self and others.
Dr. Cornelius encouraged me to continue to develop and promote my concept of Sustainable Prosperity.
I have studied the economic equations of John Nash Jr. as presented in the book A Beautiful Mind by Sylvia Naser.
Nash proved that when everyone plays by the same rules, then, no matter who you are or where you start in life, you will have opportunities to fulfill your highest potential in life.
I am currently a sixteen-year member of the Extended Education program at what has become CalPoly Humboldt University in Arcata, California, USA.
I have developed the proposed Economics of Goodwill Proclamation to encourage a reduction in conflict and to provide a financial basis for the development of the economy of Sustainable Prosperity.
I feel a great need to use my math and research skills to reduce debt and reduce conflict.
I want everyone who reads this page to participate with goodwill for themselves and others in encouraging President Trump to create the necessary executive orders and announce the proposed Economics of Goodwill Proclamation.
Thank you,
Darrell R. Tucker
Use the Download Now! button for a PDF of the Proposal.
In addition to the proposal for an Economics of Goodwill Proclamation I have written a Science Fiction novel in two parts.
The first part describes a natural disaster and the vast tragedies that occurred.
These tragedies continue to occur around the world every day.
The second part of the novel describes a path to move beyond constantly reliving ancient tragedies into a world where all life has plenty of opportunities for fulfillment.
View the Proposal for an Economics of Goodwill Proclamation
About The Author, and His Vision of Peace and Sustainable Prosperity