"Slow walk you down";

has to be a southern term. The hot dusty roads in Wade Station, North Carolina were very long and winding when I lived there in the 1950s.  I am sure I was up before the rooster crowed.  A wagon full of friends would show up at my grandfather's front porch full of n***** ready to go to the "field".

Today we would call these people day laborers or perhaps migrants.  They were just family to me.  People that needed to earn a few dollars cropping tobacco or barning it.  I say barning it.  It may have had another name.  After cropping the tobacco, it had to be graded or sorted, placed in bundles resembling banana bunches, tied with twine to a tobacco stick, then hauled high into the rafters of a tobacco barn to be cured.

Finally after months, the process would be finished.  Granddaddy would load his tobacco onto his wagon and travel all the way to the market in Fayetteville.  Men would come around examining the tobacco and bidding.  My mother claims that my grandfather stood with the Indians, the Cherokees and Lumbees, so he could get a better price.

My grandfather worked hard as a farmer.  Consulted his Farmers Almanac.  Had a green thumb.  Didn't talk much.  Worked hard, lived right, loved his children and grandchildren.  If he did anything wrong it was tolerating that damn Mathy Jane. He prayed for her daily.  Cautioned and admonished her gently.  It never did one bit of good.  How could he know how foul and corrupt she really was?

Well it took many, many years, but GOD did it.  GOD "slow walked you down" Mathy Jane.  I'm shaking my head because you never had any reason or any right to be so sneaky, so low, so common.  I sure hope women like you are on the decline.  Unfortunately, I know better.  Nasty whorish women like you are proliferating eponentially as I type.

Well I am running to the woods, the nearest bridge.  I will dig a hole in the ground and live like "Seben-pair-of-britches" before I will keep company with a woman like you!  Children, if you run into a woman like Martha, shun her, send her away!  You are not going to win.  It is not going to end well. That heifer might make you catch a case.  In your natural state of humanness you may want to put your hands on her.

"From such stay away!" Jesus.
[Excerpt from The JR WALTERS Chronicles   July 18, 2014  All rights reserved.]