Open Letter #2

You stupid, stupid woman. It was never your clever stealth "voodoo" that kept your dark secrets. It was love. Pure love, love unfeigned, innocence, God's natural plan. GOD commanded us to love one another. You haven't been discovered by many because they are still blinded by your charm. They still want to love you desperately. They still need you. The message; "Your enemies shall be of your own household" is still a Biblical mystery to them.

We went to church every Sunday. We prayed together, cried together and on many occasions helped each other. How could I know? No, your words rarely fit your actions, but how could I know? Always professing your great love, always lauding on the compliments. One son became Dr. *Sam The Black Prince. I became Miss Gwen. Our talents were proclaimed. I didn't know you envied and hated us at the same time.

I am fifty-nine years old and you have never given me a birthday present in my entire life. You gave me the same thing every year, a song and some long detailed story of my birth. "You were born in St.Phillips Medical Hospital. June 4TH, 1951, oh you hurt. I hollered so ...but you were the prettiest little baby I ever saw. You were yalla chile! You even had freckles. But you had dese luddle black ass ears. Dey said you wuz gonna turn black and you sho did...within six months you were as black as a crow. Ya damn daddy nevah did any thing for you..." Ya-dah, ya-dah, on and on. No mother, it was you. You are the one that never did anything for me but try to hurt me. You are the one that misused me and crushed me. You are the one that hurt me over and over. I do forgive you and I will not hate you.

I grew up watching you work "roots" on people. Never did it occur to me that you would work "roots" on us, try to destroy us.

Poor MJ, you are nothing more than a slave. An ignorant primitive slave, left over from the antebellum period. How did your mentality survive the Emancipation Proclamation? the 13TH amendment, THE CIVIL RIGHTS STRUGGLE! You always brag about how you hate Martin Luther Coon. You even bought and paid for a Klan record (45rpm) ridiculing him.

How did you slip through time? Some people dismiss the Willie Lynch Letter as a nonsensical fabrication, but your actions prove its authenticity and it's prophetic pronouncements.

Not only are you a genuine slave, the perfect house nigger, you are a succubus, a demon without focus, a rampaging demon without a plan.

Yea, you messed up. You messed up bad, but you were too beautiful, too brilliant to ever be wrong.

What did you think when you tricked your father out of tuition money for Virginia Union? What did you think when you turned down a full scholarship to Shaw University because you said you didn't want to be no damn nurse. How did you feel years later when you ended up at Womack Army Hospital emptying bedpans for minimum wage as a nurse's aid?

I can tell you how you felt. You felt rotten. Most of all you felt jealous. Too full of pride to ever admit that you were wrong you launched head first into a campaign of destruction. Maim, lacerate, lead astray, but ultimately destroy all that is good. Of course you should do this you told yourself. After all it was your ignorant ass parent's fault. Those two dumb ass niggers taught you to be honest. They didn't tell you where babies came from. Your daddy was running a juke joint and made you get pregnant at sixteen. Black ass niggers were jealous of you, always telling damn lies on you. The white man was racist and keeping you down. You could have been somebody if GOD hadn't saddled you with all of them black ass younguns. The fact that one could pass for white was his luck. When he complained that you never did anything for him you hit him with; "I gave you color nigga! Do sump'um wid dat!" If you are really that ignorant you are hopeless.

You are hopeless, you are lost, you can't even hear the words you preach.

I can not help you and I am tired of trying. I am telling my story to help heal others like me. Children of demons, children of sick demented ignorant parents that try to hold down their entire family so that they can remain number one, remain on top of their little ant hill.

There is no denying. The evidence against you is indisputable. Your son was the first black doctor on prestigious Owen Drive, you destroyed his practice and ran him out of town. You spread malicious lies and scandalized his good name.

Your other talented son is a brilliant musician. You tricked him out of college, sabotaged his band. You ruined that boy. You, his own mother call him a hopeless alcoholic,a sorry no count drunk. You never tell anyone how you beat and abused him from infancy. You never tell that you are ashamed to admit that he is an outside child. You were whoring while married and got pregnant by your outside man.

I do believe that you reserved your greatest cruelty for me. I thank you. I thank you for every lash, for every stab, for every lie. GOD knew what I needed and He knows what I don't need and I don't need you.

I don't need you to mail me anymore poison pen letters smeared in your fecal matter. I don't need you turning me in to the IRS or narcing on me to the government for student loans. You've destroyed my name within the family. I don't care. People that would believe you should not be in my life.

I know that you are not ashamed or embarrassed. It is far beyond your scope of understanding. Granddaddy always pitied your extreme ignorance. There is no magic pill that you can take. "You are going out of the world backwards like you did when you first came here."

May GOD bless you. May you not die raging with hatred and alone. May you come to some understanding of your hideous rebellious life.

Children the lesson learned here is that you can't play with GOD. There is no compromising. Let your yea be yea and your nay be nay. If you are double minded trying to serve GOD and man, go no further. Change. Study your Bible. Do not ride your Bible in the back window of your car to fool people. Don't invest thousands of dollars in gold crosses to front and play the role of a sanctified Christian. Acknowledge Truth when you hear it. If you make a mistake or commit a sin be quick to repent.

Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel