was the label my grandfather gave to men that spread their seed outside of wedlock. Not only do you bring misery and poverty on that poor bastard unwanted child , you bring down the "race".
Born in 1894 Jerome Walters honored and respected the laws and social mores of his day. He didn't hold to it wholeheartedly. He knew good "white people", as well as black. He wasn't accepting skin color as a reason or excuse for wrongdoing. He loved the LORD and somehow granddaddy always knew that "race" and "color" did not matter in anything!
You could be what you wanted to be. You could acquire an education, own land, start a business, become a lawyer, doctor. President Obama would not have been a surprise to my granddaddy.
He could not successfully shield me from the two buzzard pedophiles I was forced to live with. But when he came around he was a breath of fresh air. Full of compliments, encouragement and words of wisdom.
He couldn't do anything with that reprobate daughter of his. Correct her, correct her, admonish her gently and pray this evil b**** doesn't go off again.
As I have told your repeatedly, this blog is my healing ground, where I come to vent and sort out my feelings. I am pretty disgusted with my family and mankind in general right now. Stupid ass people blocking blessings, using skin color as an excuse for their demonic nature.
My mother was famous for telling people to kiss her ass. Her favorite thing to say after she was caught "whoremongering", caught in the natural act, was to say; "I gave dat n**** my ass to kiss!" She would say that after she bleed the poor man for all the money she could, after she had used him up, destroyed his family, perhaps career and entire life.
I can remember so many of them, call them by name. I will never forget Mr.Smith. A big yalla' walrus looking n****. Ugh-ah-lee! Green, orange, yellow, brown and grey teeth . Swollen, bleeding gums . Yes, Martha, I guess you had reason to hate me. I was only 14, but I had the presence of mind to know what I was willing to do for money. And he was not it! I remember telling you; "I wudden' borrow no pussy and giv' to dat n****!" You laughed, said something about his money being green, some utter non sense.
Little did I know that you were plotting against me for all of my "insensitive" comments. Did I hurt your feelings? I wonder was it deliberate on my part? Was I subconsciously angry? Did I know I was your bitch? I knew that you taught everyone to hate me, encouraged your husbands and lovers to molest me.
I don't know where you went wrong Mathy Jane. Your rape and puppy bludgeoning is as close as I can get to your truth. You have no justification, no excuse. Thanks to you I have no idea what sexual pleasure is. Yes, I am useless and impotent in the bedroom and I don't even give a shit.
They say ;"You can't miss what you can't measure." I wonder if that is true? You never loved me. I am sure I missed that. Yes, I do compare myself to other women, to my "friends". You come up "shawt bitch"! Mighty shawt! You sorry muthaf********!
Jesus said; "Love ye one another as I have loved you." You couldn't even do that! What a sorry miserable slut! No wonder you hated me, hated all women. No wonder the phrase "virtuous woman" sent you into a tailspin.
No, I GOT TO TELL ON YOU! I am very sure there are some more closet demonic women just like you! I must reveal you! If I can save one family, one person from the pain and anguish this ravenous wolf in sheep's clothing forced me to experience, my life will not have been lived in vain.
[Excerpt from The JR WALTERS Chronicles SEPTEMBER 8, 2014 All rights reserved.]
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