Jerome Walters was an honest man. Not only was he honest, he was humble, kind, gentle, caring, nurturing. My grandfather was an unsung hero, a true patriarch, a prophet without honor.
He was MURDERED! MURDERED in cold blood by his own daughter, Martha Jane Walters.
I have no idea why my family wishes to keep such a secret. Do they still fear Martha's "power"? She had no "power". She was a notorious ignorant demonic "root worker". Sure she could do some things but please notice she never made one penny, never profited one bit.
She was more manipulative, cunning, cruel , and savagely psychotic, than witch doctor. She was an embarrassment for sure. She was our family secret. We all knew better than to ever breathe a word to any one about her true character.
There was nothing Martha would not do to you if you upset her in any way. I know for a fact she shot my 84 year old, feeble, one legged grandfather in the heart. I know it and my brothers know it.
Evidently they do not care or if they care they are more concerned with the wrath of Mathy Jane. Well Mathy Jane is dead, she is resting safely in the ground. Praise the LORD!
Martha Jane Walters was a horrid whore! When your sexual proclivities extend to children, small children, your OWN children, you have a problem. You are deeply disturbed. Do know Martha knew full well this world considered her deeply disturbed. That is why she did her dirt in secret. Plotted it carefully.
Martha was a bully. No, worse than a bully, she was a sadistic sociopath. She preached to scorn, to laugh. Yes, she did return from church each Sunday mocking her congregation. The sight of dark skin people disgusted her. "I ain't nevah seen so many black ass ******* in my life! Dem duh blackest ****** on earf!"
If you did not share Martha's light complexion you were too dark. Too dark translated into too dumb.
Dear LORD thank you for saving me, for indwelling in me. Nothing I ever did was good enough for her because I was too black. She confessed that she gave me away when I was born declaring that I was too black.
My grandfather gave me wise counsel concerning my mother's constant badgering and broadcasting her discontent concerning my skin color. "Don't pay yo'mama no mind …she ignut!"
Granddaddy was exactly right. It is apparent to me now that all people that demand to see, define and judge people by their skin color are just as ignorant. The thing is , Martha knew better but that was the only card she played. She was intelligent, an apt student but she was a lazy scholar, very anti-intellectual.
"My people perish for lack of knowledge." The only way you can learn anything is by serious study. You must sit down, read, interpret, extrapolate, synthesize, process, mull over, pick apart information. You will be dumb as the dummy attempting to teach you without applying rigorous mental processing.
I taught for thirty years. I could not take it any more! The longer I taught , the longer the whining "gimma-a-grade" line got. Evil disingenuous parents demanding "A"s for their just as lazy parasitic progeny.
My favorite subject, United States History was considered unimportant by the principal, the counselors and of course the students. "Its' boring" was always their lame excuse for refusal to so much as bring their textbook to class. The next hurdle was keeping the lazy dullards awake.
I tried every trick in the book. I made up games, spent tons of money on prizes. Told hilarious stories, sang, danced, made a complete fool of myself often, wearing costumes, standing on desks vanquishing foe.
Martha had many books. I think she loved books, unfortunately, just to look at. Martha wanted to look smart, be thought of as smart but she did not have the interest or time to actually study. Martha was a nymphomaniac. She was closeted homosexual. For my entire childhood Martha kept a mountain of very graphic pornography under her bed. Martha's sexual cravings took precedence over every thing. After Martha had secretly carried out her deeds she needed someone to blame, someone to wipe her feet on. That someone was me. Why not me? I was the only girl, I was; "Black as tar …just annudder tar baby." Trash, a "throw-ed away baby". Some thing she could enslave, molest, rape and ruin without the slightest care or regard because I was too black.
Martha had beautiful pearly white teeth when she had teeth and purchased even better teeth when she got old. Martha had a beautiful white charming smile but she had nothing good planned for you if you ever fell into her clutches, nothing good was ever on her mind.
Martha's sick psychotic behavior against me, making me her scapegoat did affect me. I am "different". I have never been married decently. I married once. It was horrible. I shall never forget how horribly my ex treated me. He did treat me worse than Celie in the Color Purple. Because of his horrible mistreatment, also based on the color of my skin, I was able to raise my brilliant daughter alone.
I thank GOD for that. Martha credited herself for the failure of my marriage. That is all Martha every did. She destroyed all the marriages of all her children, repeatedly, except for one. She felt sorry for him because he is jet black and extremely short in stature. Plus he was the one legitimate child she had. She could boast that she was married to his father. That he was not a bastard like the rest of us.
So, Martha Jane Walters came to this earth and practiced nothing but evil. Died laughing at a dying world. Well , Martha and all Martha Jane supporters, I refuse to live in fear of the dreaded Martha Jane. "No weapon formed against me shall prosper."
She did it. Martha did a lot wrong in 87 years but I will not help her clean it up, hide it, deny it or cloak for it out of fear or shame. I will continue to tell my story to anyone willing to listen.
I know my Mathy Jane is not the only one. I know our world is saturated with these whores, male and female. I know GOD told me to tell it. I'm telling! I am proclaiming the goodness of the LORD! I will remind you; "Fear no man".
Be abundantly blessed today as you witness miracles and healings in Jesus' name.
PTL!
I press on ...
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