"Woman thou art loosed!" Like that poor woman in the Bible. I could not stand up straight. I could not get it together, I was fraught with agonizing pain and frustration. I was held down. I was in misery. While I felt it's unending annoying pain every day of my long life I was never sure of it's source. Sure, I blamed this world as my mother dictated. "You too black!" my mother blasted me with that taunt every day she cast her eyes upon me. While claiming to hate white racists she loved her "color". She lucked out. Loved to brag about it. Loved the system and social order that made her second class, not good enough for true white privilege , just light enough to be better than me and every one darker than she was.
Martha never kept her vile hatred of everyone darker than a paper bag a secret. She cursed us profusely and made us serve her just like quarry slaves, something despicable and repugnant and she was the repugnant one all the time.
"I'm light bright and damn near white!" "My mama and daddy wuz MARRIED!" We were never more than a gaggle or worthless black bastards. We ruined her life so she was going to exact her revenge clandestinely,secretly, covertly. We would always feel her wrath and never know she was the culprit.
One thing I know, one thing I saw often, Martha would clap her hands a sequel like a pig every time she claimed her "roots", her "goofer dust" worked.
I have lost count of all the marriages , relationships, careers and lives my own "mother" secretly ruined out of an insane malicious jealousy that surely emanated from the bowels of hell. My "mother's" message was always clear. She was better than every person of color on this earth. She was chosen. GOD blessed her with color, "good hair", a gift of gab and she was brilliant. Bow down and serve her or get out of the way. Be her sex slave. Shut your mouth! Don't ruin her image. Become something so disgusting the Tabloids don't want to know. The greatest gossips on earth don't want to know and her many victims will never tell.
World, do know this woman lived eighty-seven years and was nothing short of a sick, deranged mental midget, a viper, a pestilence, a menace to society permitted to vex unchecked because she was rabid, vicious and sneaky. A "Baby raper"! A MURDER! A PRACTITIONER OF WITCHCRAFT AND A PREACHER!
Why? The evil one is the author of confusion! satan was my "mother's" god. It was his voice she always heeded. My "mother" kept the entire Walters family confused , distracted and suffering in misery for far too many years. Why? My family hid her, tolerated her, simply because we loved her and she was kin. SHE WAS OUR MOTHER! And none of us, not one of us had a dad!
We kept practicing forgiveness when we should have listened to Jesus and shunned her. We certainly should have looked at her fruit. Do know this ravenous wolf did have the forethought to teach us that we were her fruit.
Martha had the audacity to take credit for every good thing we miraculously managed to achieve. She took credit for my college degree with honors while never contributing one red cent! She took credit for my brother becoming a medical doctor and that woman did every thing to that "boy" but take his life. Used to taunt him by bragging about her three abortion attempts before she; "… got tired…shit…I jest went on and had you."
It seems Martha's demonic behavior began at an early age. Bludgeoning, stabbing, burning, scalding, killing small animals.
Some how some one convinced my family that prayer was the answer. Never exposure, never any consequences or incarceration , just lying, cloaking and denying. "Take it tuh duh LAWD in prayer. GAWD don't put no mo'on you than you can bear."
While my "mother" always played the idiot she knew exactly what she was doing. Little did she know GOD was watching and preparing me for such a day as this. By design demonic powers oppress people mentally and emotionally. Serious grief has held me down for sixty-four years.
My own "mother" gutted me like a fish! Left me emotionally destroyed. Cursed me, laughed and finally died.
I will NOT lockstep, grin and bear it. I will not hide my affliction . I have no shame. I have nothing but pride! I am proud of my grandfather, Jerome Walters, a proud, courageous, brilliant man that took a bullet for me, for us.
Fear is the strategy and method of the evil one, of Martha. I will not fear her. I will fear No man because GOD taught me better.
"We have been granted power and authority over ALL the power of the enemy." Ephesians 2:6
Straighten up! Stand up family!
Praise the LORD!
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