"Knee bent and body bowed..."

Hear my prayer Oh LORD! Dear LORD I am coming before you as an empty pitcher before a full fountain desiring to be filled with your goodness.  I am heavy burdened, prostrate with grief.  Heal me LORD.  Remove this albatross, this sick hedonist , this creature from the dark dungeon of hell.

Dear LORD you know our plight.  You know that she is sick with evil.  You know she holds my family hostage simply because her evil is too horrendous to believe, too repulsive to accept as true.  For eighty-seven years she has lived among us savagely destroying us in secret for her own sadist pleasure.

Dear LORD I knew February 10, 1979 that she did it.  She called me on the phone screaming that my grandfather had killed himself.  I knew and I knew that I knew.  Petrified with fear I did what I always did, I went along with her lie.  I knew as a small child that she was an evil woman.  What could I do?  I was caught in her net.  Every day of my life I lived to survive.  I stayed out of her way, kept my mouth shut, went along with her schemes.  We all did.

"Don't upset Mathy!  Don't get in her way.  Pretend to be blind and stupid.  Don't criticize her.  Play dumb, be her dumb coon.  "Go along to get along."

The week of February 10 - 18, 1979 was the saddest in my life.  I don't think I have ever hurt more or since.  She went out and bought herself ten fabulous outfits.  Complete with hats, gloves, purses and furs.  Demanded that my brother chronicle every outfit on film.  She posed grinning from ear to ear in her long white Cadillac, beautiful matching black and white brim cocked ace duce over her reddish blonde wig,  She had a change of outfits for every hour.  Not one tear, not one tear dropped from her hideous snarly face.  She had the nerve to taunt me;  "I ain't buying him no socks!"  Some how I found the courage to confront her screaming at the top of my lungs in Sears; "You will buy my GranddaddySOOOCCCCKS! You will put socks and draws on him!"

She got him the socks and laughed.  She thought it was funny to threaten to send him to heaven with his ass out.  She thought it was a joke.  Mathy was in charge.  She was in charge of the funeral, his land, his house, every thing.  Mathy had always been in charge.  How ironic, the irony of ironies.  A woman that could not control her own life.   A woman that could never say no to her carnal urges was in charge of our lives.

Bobo took all the pictures at the wake and she complained that he took too many pictures of "those ugly black niggers".  She took me to the cheapest store in town and bought me a seven dollar black polyester dress.  I was teaching school in Atlanta but I didn't have any money.  She complained about my "broke ass" always begging and and always needing.  I was still sending her a check for thirty-five dollars a month just to keep her quiet. "You graduated from college and can't hep yo' mama!?"  I needed my money but I needed her to be quiet.  I needed to please her, to make myself more acceptable.  I did not know that was part of her pimp "Iceberg Slim" persona.

Martha was a true Madame, a hustler, a prostitute, addicted to other people's money.

Granddaddy looked so peaceful in his casket.  He appeared to be smiling.  He did look as if he welcomed death.  He should have.  Living with and putting up with his wayward wicked daughter for fifty-four years.  He did tell me once to leave and never come back.  I couldn't leave my grandfather even if I had to put up with her.  The love and wisdom my grandfather poured on me was well worth the risk of "Mathy Jane".

Mathy Jane is a common woman.  There is nothing too low and too common for her to do.  She thinks keeping her decadence a secret erases it.  If you don't know that means she didn't do it.  She thinks telling  outrageous lies on her accusers protects her.  "You told on me, but I pinned it on you!"

She is too horrible to believe.  She has more nerve than a brass monkey.  She is an ordained minister in the A.M.E. Zion Church.  That tells you a lot about our churches.  When a church, their hierarchy, bishops, presiding elders and pastors are too afraid to confront a demon wearing their robes, standing in their pulpits you know that is not a real church.  That is a collection of "Jesus Pimps" exploiting the poor people just like Mathy.  She knows, she knows full well what she is doing.  She is confident that she will get away with it.  She put all of her faith in her "Goofer Dust" and declares that she is winning.

Dear LORD expose her!  Expose her and all those just like her.  Expose the cowards that insist on bowing at her feet, too sorry and too lazy to know the truth.

Yes my grandfather was glad to die, glad to go home to his Father in Heaven.  He was tired of Mathy and her extreme cruelty.  He was tired of being exploited, robbed and lied on.  She will lie on you!  She will pin her decadence on you.  She will corrupt you and make you just as hate filled  as she is.

I will NOT hate you Mathy.  You will NOT take my crown.  I will tell the truth on you.  I will reveal you to the world.  You are a hate filled sadist.  You live to hurt and destroy.  You have No love or compassion in your heart for anyone.  YOU HATE GOD! You hated your daddy.  You think you stole his good name.  You tried to wear his crown.  You are beyond evil.  You are an abomination unto the LORD.

You will never free your victims.  That would be too much like being decent.  Decency is a word that has escaped you for your entire life.  You are the sneaky snake that you accused me of being.  No you will never repent.  You would rather die and go to hell than admit your awful truth.  You are greedy, selfish and carnal. You are a MURDERER!  You didn't just take lives, you destroyed every dream you could, every life you could.

You will not get away!  You will pay for every foul deed you committed.  My family will not join me in condemning you.  I pray for them daily. I pray for their healing.  I pray that GOD will finally open their eyes and ears and give them the courage to accept His Might Truth.

You have no power!  You are an outrageous horrifying Demon! that enjoyed treachery and deceit for far too long.  What did you get?  You let the devil trick and use you!  What did you get?  Who still believes that you are a real preacher?  Who will call you and ask for your prayers?  Who will ask you to lay hands on them?

What will they do when you die? Who will stand in a pulpit of GOD and say anything good about you?  Who will not be delighted that you are finally dead?  Who wants your crap?  Who wants anything that you leave, other than your money?

Who will say "good riddance to bad rubbish!"?  Who will say; "I knew all the time, but I was just afraid"?
Who will cry; "Why LORD? Why did you afflict us with this demon so long!?"

Dear LORD ease my burden, lift my heart, grant me Your courage and understanding, in the Mighty name of JESUS I pray.
Amen.
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster, (your humble servant and grief stricken child)

P.S.
Stay in His WORD children.  Remember; "apart from Christ you are nothing."

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