Seven Pair of Britches

I can still see him, a dark chocolate man, very unkempt , hair long and kinky, beard scraggly. I never knew his real name.  I was only three or four but even I had sense enough to feel sorry for him.  I guess I looked at him and saw myself, just another unwanted n***** on this earth.  Brought here to suffer, to be someone's "thang", something to use and throw away.

They say he walked up and down Highway 301 collecting road kill, mostly possums, raccoons, turtles, any and all animals dumb or slow enough to get caught in the headlights  of the cars and trucks rushing through the mostly black village of Wade Station, North Carolina.

I wrote "Seven Pair Of Britches", the bi-lingual translation of what we really called him.  SebenPurUghBritches sounds more like what he was called.  He earned that name for wearing every pair of pants he owned.  He lived in an underground dugout somewhere deep in the woods.

I've often wondered what made him go "off".  What could make a man prefer living in a dirty hole, eating vermin, than living with his "loved ones"?  Who or what hurt SebenPurUghBritches that much?

I can relate.  When my brilliant medical doctor brother returned to our jailer and tormentor I fully understood his need to return to his "roots".  "Not me!"; I said.  "I rather eat s*** with a knitting needle and sleep in a hollow log!": and I meant it.

Why? Because my deceased mother was the epitome, the embodiment, the pure personification of evil! Brilliant in her deceit, craftiness and debauchery.  All five of my brothers are still convinced that she was a real minister of the Gospel and can't get past "Honor thy mother and father!" when I try to educate them.

Hopefully they will read the whole Bible for themselves one day.  They will find that scripture doesn't stop there and there are nine other commandments.

"Parents provoke not your children to wrath, less they become disencouraged."

Jesus said:"Know ye the truth and the truth will make you free!"  I have been hunting this truth down all my life. Trying to make sense of this tormented woman.  An extremely violent, vicious, lying, promiscuous woman that forced us to attend Wesley Chapel A.M.E. Zion church EVERY Sunday.

Sure, she was taught to tell the truth.  She said she was beaten severely every day of her life for tiny infractions.  I never saw the violent side she swore my grandfather had.  I never knew the man that she tried to blow away with a shotgun when she was sixteen.  I never heard of her savage rapes until I was an old woman.

I know that she hated her father for not doing anything.  "Daddy just run duh n**** off!  He lived round Wade till he died.  Some n**** shot his leg off when he caught him peeping in hiz window looking at hiz wife."  My mother was already in her eighties when she shared that shocking gem with me.

If a child is vilified and rejected in her small community and is exceptionally brilliant, introduced to the occult very early, feels ruined and ashamed, that child can go wrong.

My mother was very fond of saying;"Only by the Grace of GOD there go I."  I could have easily turned out like my mother.  I was very attractive, charming, brilliant.  Fortunately or unfortunately my severe sexual abuse made me the opposite of her.  No, not necessarily better, just different.  It is only by the Grace of GOD that I never shot or stabbed anyone.

I am glad I never felt the need to dig my own grave to crawl up in to get away from the vile evil men and women still crawling upon this earth.  I am eternally grateful to the LORD Jesus Christ for revealing His Truth to me.

And I am coming with it!  I am going to shine a bright light on INCEST and child sex abuse.  I am going to take the phony pretend shame out of it.  Phony pretend "Christians" pretend this is a subject they can't broach.  "It is TOO disgusting!"

Well why am I constantly subjected to commercials about erectile dysfunctions, and sex toys by Trojan , if people are so shocked and chagrined by something that is DESTROYING this world?

I could not save myself from my molestors and rapists.  My mother could not protect herself from the man that ruined her.

GOD told me to do something different.  I will not lie, pretend or take it to my grave.  And before I leave this earth I am going to save some children. Praise The LORD!

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)

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