I won't give up ...

and I won't give in.  I am going to keep  proclaiming the goodness of GOD until somebody listens.  My story is one of the greatest stories ever told.  I thank GOD for my journey, my unique life, my testimony.

My immediate family and extended family still remain silent on this issue.  It is not that my my relatives don't believe me, they believe me. The fact is they don't want to believe me.  No one in their right mind would want to claim this truth.  So, they continue to suffer, living in fear and hoping this "problem" will just magically go away.

The fact is we were all duped!  She deliberately led us astray.  We all should have known better.  Granddaddy kept trying to tell us.

You are excused.  I love all of you any way.  I love you because Jesus commanded me to.  It feels good to love you.  Your burdens are lifted when you don't hate.  "Love ye one another!"  Celebrate one another, lift each other up!

Poor Martha has suffered with extreme debilitating hatred, envy and jealousy for 88 years.  That's too long to be wrong.  That's not natural.  At some point we all learn from our mistakes.  But when you are foolish enough to trade terrifying fear for love and respect you are beyond my help.  You don't want to stay in contact with me.  I am not going to put up with your foolishness. I am not going to "amen" your lies.  I am not going to keep silent in fear.

You are not going to pump me for my dreams and aspirations and run ahead of me to destroy them.  You are not going to tear down my self esteem that is already too low. I was born an illegitimate black female in the south.  Called  "nothing but a black bastard" every day of my entire life by the woman that caused me to be a bastard in the first place.

I know fear.  I know what it means to be terrified, to run for your life.  I know what it is to scream; "Save me LORD!" as your mother prepares to "beat the living water s*** out yo' sorry black a**".

For those that don't know, for those of you that failed to comprehend, jumped to conclusions.   This blog is not about how my mother mistreated me as a child.  It is about Martha Jane Walters Hodges Doster Watson Lamoureaux being a consummate closet demon RIGHT NOW!!!!

It is about a very beautiful charismatic brilliant sociopath! She is a Ted Bundy.  Don't be shocked, be delivered.  Stomp that devil under your feet.  That mother, grandmother, auntie, cousin, that you think you know, does not exist.  It's all smoke and mirrors.  There is no good in her.

Sure she did some good things for you along the line. She said some kind things, gave you some gifts, inflated your ego.   But, she broke up your marriage, destroyed your home,  your good name, plotted against you, turned you into the police and IRS.  She can't help it.  She is a demon, an imp for the devil.

She swindled us and robbed us of our birth rite just like that serpent did Eve.  I always thought Eve was simple minded, naive, easily duped.

Are you easily duped?  We all know she worked roots.  Why didn't we know that she would work them on us?  We all know she murdered JEROME WALTERS!

I finally understand debilitating terrifying fear.  Cruel slave masters used to stake miscreant slaves to the ground, naked,  spread eagle.  Then "hide" them.  "Hiding" was the cruel method of creating a good obedient slave.  A cat of nine tales was lashed across the slaves back repeatedly, ripping off flesh.  Once the slave's back had been sufficiently shredded, red cayenne pepper , turpentine and salt were rubbed into the wounds.

This strange concoction not only burned to high heaven but it purged all hopes of an infection.  It sterilized the open wounds in the worst way possible.  Not only was this poor slave subjected to excruciating pain and torture but all of the other slaves on the plantation were forced to witness.

When I look back over my life I see my mother as that cruel slave master. My mother made us witness the worst types of torture.  No wonder we were so obedient, pure modern day slaves.  The absolute property of Mathy Jane.

 I read every volume of the Rawick and WPA slaves narratives.  The love that many slaves had for their former masters never ceased to amaze me.

My poor relatives are very much like those four million slaves set free in 1865.  Most former slaves  chose to remain on the exact same plantations.  I would laugh until I cried in the Trevor Arnett library, visualizing that former slave bragging; "I's quality n*****.  I blonged to Master Alexander Stevens folks.  Dey wuz quality white folk."

Are you still proud to be the property of Martha Jane Walters?

I forgive you Mathy.  You were ignorant and refused to know any better.  I do pray that you get right with GOD.  There is really no point in your continued hiding and lying.  I have told  a huge piece of our story.

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

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