I Will Not Be Silenced!

"...Go ye, and tell that fox, behold, I cast out devils, and do cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I shall be perfected." Luke 13:32

Saturday, January 10, 2015

She asked me why...

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My own dear mother asked me why I accused her of such.  I really could not answer her sufficiently at the time.  Although she knew, that I knew, that she knew.  She knew that I was beginning to highly suspect that she had a great problem.  That she was in fact  afflicted with the many demons she had collected over her life time, that she was determined to keep.  Demons she falsely believed she controlled.  She thought she was driving.  She was wrong.  Martha Jane Walters surrendered her soul the very first time she went down on a grave seeking power.

Piss Mathy off, piss her off in the slightest, say the wrong thing, give her the wrong look, win something, let GOD bless you with anything.  Mathy Jane was on you like a frog on a junebug.  Hating and lying, scheming, lusting, always up to no good.  Why?  There was no good in her.  No good that was strong enough to repent, to humble herself, to surrender to GOD.

Weak faith.  Refusal to pray. I think Mathy thought she needed those demons and she really did enjoy being a secret sadist.  Her cover was weak.  Cutting the damn fool, pulling guns and knives, fighting.  I know now, all proof of her tremendous guilt.

Mathy's many demons afflicted her, hounded her and she turned around and took her guilt and shame out on us of course.   She would yell and scream for hours,  her great hatred for us.  She would scream, yell, pitch  a fit (an 'adult' tantrum) about our "too black" skin, the fact that  were sorry "niggers", that our daddies weren't shit, how she should have never had us, how she kept our muthaf***** assholes open.   How we were not shit and would never be shit.  How she wished we would fucking leave and never come back.  How she could have been a model or a college professor if it had not been for our worthless asses.  How she hated my oldest brother for ruining her life.  How she "wuddin'have gotten pregnant " if if "hadden' been fuh yo' granddaddy running a Jukejoint."

[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   January 10, 2015  All rights reserved.]

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