"Would a (Wo)Man Rob GOD?"

A woman filled with pure hatred and brilliant manipulative deceit.  A woman at war with GOD and all goodness.  A pure demon from the lowest bowels of hell determined to maim, massacre and destroy everyone and everything she touched.  GOD forbids such.  GOD rocked me to sleep, made me semi-comatose in order to survive her.  Put Jerome Walters in my life in order to circumvent her.  Billing herself as honest and righteous with a few n*****ish tendencies. A helpless hapless thief stealing uncontrollably.  Stealing towels and dinnerware every where she lighted.  I laughed, thought it funny.   Except when she stole all of the toilet paper out of my dormitory's bathroom suite and proudly placed all twenty rolls in the trunk of her brand new Cadillac.  I was embarrassed.  "Is that your mother!?" my dorm mates questioned.  That was ghetto.  That was selfish and ignorant.  It was needless.  She had money to buy toilet paper.  She was trying to embarrass me (again).  I was a senior attending N.C.A.&T. State University., on the Dean's List, well thought of by my peers and professors.

I still could not connect all of my mistreatment.  Holding me hostage in the woods for what seemed like hours when I was three.  Cursing me and shaking me, breaking my little heart.   Making sure I knew that I was a worthless bag of s***.  A thing too black, too dumb to love.  My cousin Wright asked us if we had the same father.  My brother remained stoic, said nothing.   (He never talked anyway.)  I was precocious, smart.  I rattled off the name of my father and my brother's father , then proudly (foolishly) told her of my deed.  She went ballistic, ranting and raving.  Cursing me like I was a grown woman, her rival.  Cursing me and calling me every name she could think of.  Declaring her love for my brother because he had sense enough to keep his mouth shut.  I was a little black heifer, a slut, a cunt, a nothing.  "Stay out my bizness! you dumb black muthaf****** piece of S***!"

Why did she hold us in the woods just beyond my grandfather's house?  Why didn't she spew her guts in front of him?  Why did she hate me so?  Why did she ruffle every time someone complimented me?  Every time someone made mention of how pretty I was she always had to counter that I was much too black for anyone to notice or appreciate.  My good looks were wasted on someone much too dark. My dark complexion made me hideous according to her.  I grew up thinking I was blue black only to find out that I am coco brown.

She made sure I suffered for every compliment.  I remember praying for no one to compliment me or say anything kind to me in her presence.  Why did I do so well in school?  Was I seeking her approval, her love?  No, I couldn't help it.  I was a voracious reader.  I didn't play much, had few friends and even fewer toys.  I didn't want "him" to do to my friends what he had done to me.  He was jet black.  Blacker than any piece of coal.  His eyes were permanently red, blood shot.  True she mistreated him.  Talked  to him like he was a cur dog.  Whored around on him every single day!  Took all of his money.  He wasn't permitted to cash his own check.  I didn't care.  I thought he deserved to be mistreated.  My mother prayed for him to die every day, to get killed.  So did I.  Yet I refused to believe my mother was a part of "it".  True she mistreated me but she just couldn't be that cruel.

The years waxed on.  I prayed for adulthood.  "LORD please let me see eighteen!  Dear LORD I'll never come back...I promise!"  I lied.  I came back.   I could not leave my granddaddy.  Besides she changed.  Stopped all that vulgar cursing and cussing.  Became very loving and kind.  She said that she was very proud of me.  She gave me her old car, and old Buick.  She started bragging on me.  Gave me more token gifts.  I foolishly thought that she had finally grown up, saw the error of her ways.  There was nothing I had ever heard, read in any book to suggest such a creature could live on this earth.  Walk among us, live in our homes.  I know that Jesus said that our enemies would be of our own household but I had no idea what that scripture meant.

We all went down together.  My brother XXXXX's band "Black Brew" fell apart.  Some members joined Cameo.He played with the famous Donald Byrd.  He bragged to her about it and the next thing I knew this NCCU honor student was dropping out of college and enlisting in the army.

My older brother made one of the highest scores on MCAT, SAT, was a Fisk University Presidential scholar and graduated from Meharry Medical College was suddenly turned out of his internship from a very prestigious medical hospital in Ohio.  I suddenly left graduate school.  I won two graduate fellowships to two universities.  She was always there somewhere hiding and scheming.  "You will nevah do what I wudden able to do!"

Her lack of success.  Her inability to earn a college degree was her own fault.  She was a promiscuous WHORE! A nymphomaniac! Could she help it?  I think so.  Anything you can selfishly and skillfully hide, you can help.

Can a man or woman rob GOD?  Can you deny any one their GOD given gifts and talents because you are rotting in putrid jealousy?  Will GOD let any piss ant of a fake phony preacher go to war with Him and win? Will her many victims remain silent too ashamed to tell?

Will GOD ever arouse them from their slumber, remove the blinders from their eyes?  I think so.  Her name will rot for murdering her father and her children.  Her name will become synonymous with the vilest sin.  I am delivered today, jubilant and triumphant.  I am a victor and no longer a victim.

Stay in His WORD children.  Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."

May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)