My mother taught me...

...this little ditty.  I think it bears repeating;

"White man born with a veil ova' his face, he can tell you things befo' they take place.
  Nigga born with a veil ova' his a**, he can't tell you nuttin' till it come to pass."

She explained that she learned that from her grandfather, Arnold McPail.  He was born a slave.  His father was his master, some poor little African girl was his mother.

Arnold never knew his mother.  The mistress demanded that she be sold.  She couldn't stand to look at her.   I have no doubt that his father was the red headed, blue eyed Scot-Irishman.  My great grandfather was obviously the product of miscegenation, red hair, blue eyes, very fair skin.

My mother explained that his father favored him, trained him in every trade on the plantation.  He was apprenticed as a carpenter, cobbler, blacksmith, tanner,etc.  By the time slavery ended he was well equipped to earn a good living and he did.

He was a tall, strong, good looking young man of twenty-one when slavery ended.  He fathered some children during slavery but, they were all sold away.  I was very proud when she told me that the first thing he did upon becoming a free man was to walk all over North Carolina collecting his offspring.  The fact that a man born into slavery, treated like an animal, had enough humanity to care about the children he caused to come into the world always impressed me.

My mother brags about how her grandpa took favor on her, held her in his lap and told her the fascinating stories of his slave experience.  He was sold at the Market House.  That Market House is still standing right in the center of Fayetteville.

She told me that he loved her because she looked just like him with bright red hair and very white skin.  Perhaps that is the root of her color hatred.  I don't know, I think it is something far more sinister.

"Old man Arnold" was taught to read and write by the "little missus".  His half sister taught him, defied the law.  Did she do it because he was in fact her half brother?  He claimed she did it because he was quick to learn.

The saddest aspect of my story, of my family history, is that my mother along with many of my family members do agree with her, do believe that the amount of white blood running through your veins determines your intelligence.

She tried to teach me that rot.  It is a good thing I had my grandfather , Jerome Walters to refute his abysmal  ignorance.  She tried to teach me that I was designated to be a dummy.  Preordained, stained and marked by GOD to be nothing for the color of my skin.

I realize now she was ashamed of Me for being born black, being born the wrong color.  She lamented our color often; "WHY LAWD!?...Why I have all dese black a** younguns?"  No she is not that stupid!  She is that wicked.

Instead of being ashamed of me, instead of trying to ruin me, she should have been ashamed of herself.  She should should have been ashamed of her low morals.  She should have been ashamed of her low character.  She should have been ashamed of being a pathological liar and a prostitute.

"Know ye the truth and the truth will set you free!"

GOD "WILL RENDER TO EVERY MAN ACCORDING TO HIS DEEDS!"  (ROMANS 2:6)

Any idiot that wants to believe that GOD is a respecter of man, cares anything about race or color is a fool.
If you think GOD brought me to this earth to be your dog, to empty your slop jar, you better think again.

To GOD be the GLORY!.  Be richly blessed and healed.  Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel