Can you imagine ...

being a little black bastard female,  born in 1951,  to a closet demon possessed mother?  A beautiful woman of the lowest moral character unimaginable.  A woman that screams at you, calls you filthy names, enslaves you.

Did you know that you can teach a five year old child how to clean diapers full of excrement?   "Ni, you unroll duh shitty diaper lak dis,  slosh dat diaper in duh wadder 'til all duh shit fall out duh diaper, now flush holding on to tuh duh diaper.  Ni ring it out and put it in duh bucket!"

That was me.  I learned fast, because for every diaper I lost, my mother beat me severely.  I think my "stepfather" felt sorry for me and  hired my mother a diaper service.  You should know that every time I brought the subject up, of how I was treated as a child, my mother would fly into another rage.  I was cussed, cursed, ridiculed and again it was my black skin that she hated.  I can clearly see with 20/20 hindsight, that was how she controlled us.  Martha raged!  She could cuss, carry on,  screaming the most vulgar insults for 20 and 30 hours at the top of her lungs while playing Gospel music!  We were miserable.

My next task was washing dishes, 5years old!  My mother placed a chair up too the sink and turned it around backwards because I was much too short to reach the sink.  I was beaten severely for every slippery,  soapy plate that slipped out of my tiny hands.

I am not going to review 62 years of torture.  She didn't beat me because she was trying to teach me anything.  The slut hated me and fully intended to snatch every opportunity for any joy and happiness from me,  from us.

So, why did she preach?  To hide, to remain cloaked, to menace, to thwart GOD.  No, she was not the anti-Christ.  But she sure was one of his henchmen, his true most dedicated disciple.

GOD is good!  Everything she did to me backfired!  She loaned me the money to buy back my years in order for me to retire at 57 years old.  I paid her back every cent!

I have to laugh.  This ogre, this harlot, this super demon, committing every sin that crossed her perverted mind had no idea of my intelligence.  She was brilliant, but not brilliant enough to know that she would bear brilliant children.

"You remember too much." she growled.  Praise the LORD!

{Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES  January 25, 2015  All rights reserved.]