She had a choice ...

she was the adult, the parent, the MOTHER.

She had a good mother, no she had a great mother, a woman that gladly lied for her , trying to prop up her whorish reputation.  Did Rachel use "roots", practice hoo-doo?  I don't know.   I know my granddaddy did not like her.  He never came out and said anything against her directly.  If was as if he just wiped her memory from his mind.

He once told me being married to her was; "Thirty-five years of sheer hell!" 

Why do good people put up with people that make us miserable? Do we think we are doing the Christian thing?  Why don't we know that Jesus told us to shun the very presence of evil?

Why don't people know that Jesus told us to give our alms in secret?  Why do so many people swear "tithing" is a requirement in order to be blessed?  Why would an all knowing, all caring GOD demand or require monetary proof that you love (HIM)?

Why are so many pastors raking in millions of dollars never making sure their sheep have so much as read the Bible?

Why do so many pastors promote racial division?  Why do "Christians" promote hatred against "homosexuals"?  The fact that some phony ass, lying ass , hypocritical "Christians" claim GOD hates them is supposed to motivate them to change?

Pretending that you are revolted by their sexual practices , when you practice some of the exact same sex acts,  is the height of hypocrisy.  The so called "heterosexual" can not afford to throw stones.

My mother chose to pour a pot of hot boiling coffee on her toddler son.  Why? EVIL! And she knew it was such a shocking, horrifying act, no one would so much as accuse her.  And if someone did, she would cut the demonic fool.  They would rue the day they so much as looked at her with the "side eye".

No, Martha was our curse.  A fucking family curse, an albatross put upon us, something we had to hide. Why?  She is what we inherited.  Granddaddy hid her, so we hid her.

The life of a secret sadist only hurts the foolish victims.  The true sadist died laughing.  She had a choice.  That  dry peanut butter sandwich is still stuck in my throat.  I was one of the few black children in my class.  Our school was brand new, still being built.  Every one had to bring their lunch .

My mother thew a half made sandwich into a lunch box.  When lunch time came I watched the other children unwrap sandwiches stacked with lettuce, tomato and MEAT!  They had milk or soup in a THERMOS.  I had a hard dry sandwich to gnaw on.

My stomach is still in a knot.

"Ladies" do not attempt to trap a man through your corrupt womb.  Do not over punish the child that you had on purpose.  When you don't know what to do, pray.

Praise the LORD!