Today I am remembering that pounding in the head I took. My mother wasn't that large, but she was as strong as any field slave. Her hands were huge for a woman. How did I survive that brutal beating without brain damage?
Why didn't I know little jealous bratty Mathy Jane was having another tantrum? It is obvious to me now any time Mathy Jane found herself envious, jealous of another she designed a way to beat and brutalize you. Not just with her fists either. Her mouth. Her two-edged tongue. I was everything black and despicable. I was retarded. I was eight years old and I couldn't tell time!
I will never forget that day, that place, that morning. It was a Saturday. Martha called me to the table holding some paper plates. She had made a crude clock. I assume it had numbers. My vision was poor, I was legally blind.
Martha stood as far away from me as possible and asked me to tell her what time it was. Do know she didn't explain the concept at all. I thought it was a guessing game. I just spouted off some random number and all hell broke loose on my head, on my tiny frail underfeed body. Martha was outraged, pummeled me, cursed me like a dog.
Wait, this is something you must know. This is something Martha did often. She had a terrible temper and would just leap on you beating you brutally for the slightest infraction of rules she made up on a whim.
Why Martha? Did you hate me because my father refused to marry you? Was it because my skin was too dark as you complained? Was it because you had raped me, violated me too many times?
I am not ashamed. I am proud. GOD saved me. How dare you secretly hate me and stalk me for sixty-two years for your vile sins, for your sick proclivities.
"You might get by but you won't get way."
"NOW we beseech you brethren, by the coming of our LORD Jesus Christ , and by your gathering together unto him, That ye be not soon shaken in mind, or be troubled, neither by spirit, nor by word, nor by letter as from us, as the day of Christ is at hand. Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man (woman) of sin be revealed, the son (daughter) of perdition; Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called of GOD, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of GOD, shewing himself that he (she) is GOD. Remember ye not, that, when I was yet with you, I told you these things? And now ye know what withholdeth that he might be revealed in his time. For the mystery of iniquity doth already work: only he who now letteth will let, until he (she) be taken out of the way." 2 Thessalonians 2:1-7
That's my mother! That is how evil she truly was. No greater demon has ever lived. This scripture explains why she demanded to preach, to be a diabolical cruel savage.
Calling yourself Reverend Watson, bragging about your five thousand dollar Crucifix and all your fine robes, your double-decker wigs and Fashion Fair. The nerve of some one as low and despicable as you murdering my grandfather and attempting to destroy me on the sly.
GOD said No!
Now rot!
Yes, Martha thinks she got away simply because she managed to get in the ground without getting lynched. Unfortunately she left her scent, a stench. She fouled her church and her family. If you know like I know, you will rebuke her. "Come ye out from among them."
GOD got this!
Praise the LORD!
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