It was the Christmas of 1978, my mother demanded that I come home for Christmas. I declined. Christmases with her were very predictable. She was going to get "drunk" again and cuss me like a dog. She was going to spew her filthy venom on me and I would be forced to take it. I was going to have to listen to how I wasn't shit and was never going to be shit.
She was not going to give me a good present , "on account of she never had any money for me" , "on account of my begging ass, worthless ass brothers." But we were going to have a grand old time eating and celebrating together as a family.
I could not bear it. Limited contact was my choice. Was Atlanta far enough away? I did hate not being able to go home. I was truly feed up with this bitch and her shenanigans. I hated not spending time with my granddaddy… but Mathy Jane! I could not take it this year! Thanksgiving (1978) was enough!
February 10, 1979, too late. The deed was done. So, what did this old root worker do when she managed to escape punishment for HER FATHER'S MURDER? This dummy falsely believed she had power, rather than believe the truth.
Granddaddy was an old black man, he was 84 and feeble. The Fayetteville Police Department had no time for "nigger shit". Shit, niggers were always acting the fool, killing each other, raping and molesting their own children, telling lies and wearing GOD out with their phony praise.
No, Martha, I do not wish you were here. If the pure truth be known, I am very glad you are gone. I do wish all such women, all such human beings like you, will soon join you.
I am still trying to find out what you gained, how did you benefit? So, your ruined your medical doctor son! You ruined your son that is a great musician. I have no idea of the great talents my oldest brother could possibly possess. After all he was my uncle up until a few years before your death.
I just wanted to be a published author , a college professor. You put your filthy feet on all of our heads , falsely accusing US of ruining your life.
All of the talents and gifts that you saw in us, were yours. So, essentially you were jealous of yourself.
My LORD! My LORD!
Come ye out from among them children. Come to the light.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 22, 2014 All rights reserved.]
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