He said that in reference to a story he related about his master and an old slave that was considered "anointed."
"Sombody dun took and cut dat horse's aorta on account he wuz a prize stallion. Duh masseur took a lot-sa pride in dat hoss. Duh hoss was laying in duh road, bleeding' tuh death. Massa sunt fuh dat nigga and he come and run his hand over duh place whur duh hoss's flesh wuz laid open and duh blood went tuh clotting soon as dat nigga touched dat hoss."
The interviewer was shocked and asked the former slave; "Are you sure?" The former slave replied; "Whut am seen cain't be denied."
In my 63 years I have seen some things! Things my mother instructed me to take to my grave. But I don't listen to her. And I don't listen to anyone in this world. I listen to the voice of Almighty GOD.
Forget nothing! My grandfather was a fine man, a fine southern gentleman. He was no common blowfly! He was not a roach. He was brilliant! His wayward, ignorant, demonic daughter MURDERED him and stole his mantle.
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