MLK, Jr.'s Birthday!

Ultimately sacrificing his life for the sake of others was not his choice or his duty.  It was his calling.  His appointment with destiny, assignment from GOD.  It was an urging, an unction, a quiet roaring in his spirit.

That is how I feel.  I never wanted to tell on my mother.  I never wanted to know what a heinously evil, low, fallen woman she was.  She went too far, became too common.

Sexually gyrating and lewdly preparing to have sex in the open with four young soldiers in front of my 19 year old eyes scared me forever.  Did she care that the whole day room was looking? Did she care that I was in the room?  that I would be affected for life?  Did she know that I wanted to gouge my own eyes out?   It was as if she were proud, some kind of exhibitionist.  The only thing that angered Mathy Jane or seemed to cause her discomfort,  was our reaction.  The men, the young soldiers, screamed their disapproval, their shock.  This Sodom and Gomorrah crew moved into another room and closed the door.

That trance she faked, fled into, as I screamed; "Why!? Why motheeeeeeeeer !?" was evidence of her demon possession.  Demon possession Mathy well deserved.
"Stay off of graves! You dumb bitch!"

Dear LORD, I did not know it was the demon she secretly harbored (for such a time as this) raising his ugly head.  In the course of 62 years I met Mathy's demon or legion of demons,  many times.  We were never formally introduced.  She cleverly covered them up, tucked them away neatly until her insane jealousy and deep miserable vacuous ignorance made her retrieve them.

 Pouring a pot of hot coffee on my brother's chest when he was an infant! (LORD NO!)  It was that demon from that murdered man's grave.  Branding us by deliberately pushing us into a red hot potbellied stove because she was jealous.  Because we got too much attention.  Because we were too "pretty".

Burns, stabbings, shootings, abortions, MURDER, slander, "root working", all manner of evil.  Pimping GOD.  Daring GOD to challenge her.  A woman that is less than a piss ant in the eyes of GOD!  Bow down satan.  You lost and you lost big time!

The murdered man's grave that Martha Jane Walters permitted to ruin her life is still there, I bet I can still find it.  She took me there enough as a small child.

No, satan, you can't win! You were never fierce or courageous.  You were an uncommonly common woman!  I hope women, all people, but women in particular, never allow themselves to fall as low as you did.

And ladies, if you do fall, get up!  Get up immediately!  Close your legs!  Get Up!  Live right!  Or live the life you love.  But don't lie, don't cheat, don't hate, don't become satan's lowest imp.

Most of all, always Praise the LORD!

(An Open Letter to Martha and all future Marthas)

I forgave you!  I forgave you because Jesus told me too.  I forgot!  I forgot totally!  I threw it in the "sea of forgetfulness", like you said.  I had no idea you were behind my pain.

So, what did you get?    "A hard head will make a soft behind."

"Get thee behind me satan!"  I am so ashamed of you!  You were never that stupid, but you were that wicked.  Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES    January 15, 2015  All rights reserved.]