Mathy Jane was always the mistress of ceremony, the hostess with the "most-est". Never shy, inhibited or reserved, she promised to entertain. The fact is no one enjoyed her performances more than she did. I remember clearly being disturbed by what I overheard the good Christian ladies of Wesley saying about my mother; " …common as bat shit!"
Sad to say she was. I wish they had cared enough to rescue me, us. Instead of just talking, just repeating gossip, they could have intervened. I do wish they had done their part to reveal how criminally insane she was , had pressured or persuaded my family to have her incarcerated.
I now know for eighty-seven years my mother was unfit for human companionship. Should a demon possessed woman be allowed to assault, maim, torture, vex, humiliate and destroy because she got here first? Because she brags about how beautiful, brilliant and powerful she is?
I have come to the conclusion that Martha was a homemade monster, a malignant monstrosity that we had to endure to the end. I endured, I survived, I am still standing. I am humbled by the Goodness of GOD because through it all I learned to never be racist, or color struck. I learned to trust GOD, to never lean to my own understanding. Some how through the miraculous Power of the Holy Ghost I learned to love and protect myself from such vermin. I learned to stand up for myself, to be honest and forthright .
I learned the true consequences for being a volunteer imp for satan, for practicing witchcraft. The most important life saving gift I received for surviving the likes of my mother is; "from such stay away."
I refuse to associate with people that still honor that woman. I distance myself from people too cowardly to call her out for murder.
On this day, December 3, 2015 I honor my grandfather, Jerome Walters and am humbled to tears just imagining what my life would have been like without his influence, without his fervent prayers.
Praise the LORD!
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