The truth is ...

this hopeless, self cursed demon wants to destroy any and all that know the truth about her.  If she perceives that you know or that you might know, she is after you.  Like a frog on a Junebug.

"The Truth" is like a crucifix is to a Vampire to her.  "The Truth" makes her angry, it will make her rage.  Tell her the truth about herself.  Something simple, some little white lie, watch her rage.  Listen to her snarl.  She will come back with and insult.  She will remind you that you are "black" any way.  "You are not chosen."  "You a fool! I wud nevah do nuttin' lak dat."  Knowing full well there is very little that she would not do and has not done.  Your not seeing her, your not being privy to that pain, renders her innocent, invisible.  "You didn't see me!"

Festering in her own self hate she must cut you down.  She must cut you down to her size.  How dare you earn a B.S. degree with honors! She didn't.  How dare you be an abused little black boy and dare to become a medical doctor! 

You will not enjoy life!  You will never have a penny.  You, that "luddle ugly thang" that she tried to abort at sixth month gestation, had the never to become one of the greastest musicians on earth! At age fourteen! "NEVAH!" the C*** howls.  "I'll just put on dis robe and go to preachin'  Dese dumb n***** don't know the difference! he-he-he-he-heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee1 They will never catch meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Dey ain't smart enuf, not narn.  Ain't nobody on dis earf smarter dan me! Dey stupid and dey scared! Bed not mess wid me!"

So you are having a family reunion?  Will she show?  Who is going to ask her to speak?  Who is going to put her on the program?  Are you as phony and two-faced as she is?  Will she have the nerve to show up?  Will she play sick?  Or will she show up loaded down in her "goffer dust"?  Will you hug her?  Share a kiss or loving embrace?

Will you pray for her?  Will you pray for her madness to end?  Will you trace the beginning of her self imposed prison?  Rebellion!  Pride!  Conceit!  She really thought her color and hair made her something special, something better.  The "root working", the conjure and "voodoo" was just insurance.

Go to the family reunion.  I hope she shows up with some of her chitterlings or homemade pineapple coconut cake.  Eat your belly full.  Go ahead, I dare you.

Peace and Love!

Long live the Walters Clan!