Poor Little Colored Girl

The white people around Wade, North Carolina referred to her as a little colored girl. Beautiful, pretty as a picture and smart as a whip. MJ was always quick of wit. A born word crafter, a talent handed down for many generations. My grandfather told me that was a gift from his "Af-e-cun" grandmother. The great great grandmother that he told me so many stories about. I loved to hear him tell me I was just like her. "She was short and fire-ry. Smart. She didn't take no guff from no man or woman , black or white. She hep-ed to raise me. She wuz my mama's mama My mama wuz Mary Wright, she married Artemus Walters."
It seems some white man helped himself to the little kidnapped African slave girl. The rape of his grandmother always bothered Jerome Walters. He never viewed his light skin as a badge of honor. It was a matter of dishonor to him. He always considered color prejudice ignorant nonsense. An unnecessary burden that people did not have to carry.
That message never resonated with my mother, MJ. She ate that ignorant nonsense up and still tries to perpetuate it. I do not believe there is any light skinned black person more proud than she is. Hair and color, color and hair, all day long. If you are not light bright and damn near white you hold no sway with MJW. To this day this woman bases and values her "friendships" on color.
She can't help it. You have to laugh, it is so ridiculous. I do not believe she is as half as ignorant as she pretends to be. Her greatest and most generous compliment to me when she tricked me out of graduate school was; "Gwen, I 'bleve you gittin' lighter!" Let me be perfectly honest, I think I said something on the lines of thank you or really.
I am affected. It took me about fifty years to discover that I am not crow black. I am chocolate, I am brown. Well brown to her is a stain, a badge of dishonor. A mistake, an oops, Lord take it back I don't want it.
Who can black people blame for such wrong thinking? Slavery has been over too long to continue blaming the white man. Look in the mirror people. You have not because you ask not. God is ashamed! Study his Word, think for yourself, run from idiots.
Thank you Lord for your goodness and tender mercies. We all turned out pretty good despite some shameful cruelty and utter nonsense.
Anyone that is still dumb enough to worship color and put themselves under some one's boot, is a lost soul.
"Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction, narrow is the path of righteousness." More people are going to do wrong than do right. Deceivers will keep on deceiving and the blind will continue to follow the blind.
"Talk about me all you please, I'll talk about you on my knees."
I don't know all of them but I love them. I love those people that influenced my life. My mother called me a "luddle black bastard, you luddle black heifer!" I didn't mind that much because her name calling was always preferable to one of her beatings. This strong woman could and did beat the absolute dog shit out of men. I was not about to challenge her. As a matter of fact that was one of her admonishments; "Don't you even think back! I'll beat your black muthafucking ass again. And dry up dem fucking tears!"
Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! I lived. "How I got over. My soul looks back in wonder at how I got over."
Life didn't serve it up to MJ as promised. I know she had many disappointments. "Yalla" didn't get her a husband. Her "Gold Mine" didn't turn out to be as lucrative as she expected. If you are a female relative and ask her for money she will give you the same retort; "You sittin' on a gold mine!" At some point early in her life she turned to witch craft and hoodoo and she was good. I know for a fact what she can do because I saw it. "What am seen can't be denied." was the reply of a former slave that described the powerful "Root Doctors" that ruled the plantations and the South. Or should I say world. I have documented evidence that Queen Victoria consulted Marie LaVeaux for love potions often. That information was in my master's thesis that MJ and that ignorant coon that I married, threw away.
You destroyed my thesis but you didn't destroy my brain Bitches!
She's a bitch because she is a bitch and he is a bitch because he is a faggot.
I'm telling it! I'm telling it!
You waylayed me, you eviscerated me, you left me on the dung heap of life to die. But one day my Lord and Savior came by and he lifted me UP! He pulled me up out of the muck and the mire and he took all of the fear that had been planted and cultivated in my heart and He told me to TELL IT!
TELL IT ! so that some misguided young girl will not follow that path. Our daughters need to know that that their Father is Rich, that He allows u-turns. Forsake wrath, forsake guile. Put your hand in the hand of the man that calmed the waters. He is a mighty God and He is quick to Save you. GIVE HIM GLORY!!!
Praise be to His Holy name. Do not hate anyone. Take the HATE Lord. Heal me and lift me up,
Be Blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can." Love the Lord with all your might.
"Know ye the TRUTH and the TRUTH shall set you free."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness'
Rachel