"Come get your beating!"

My mother would lean out the window, screaming this filth so that all the neighbors in the quadrangle knew that black people still  treated their children like slaves.  There were only two other black families in the entire quadrangle.  One was pretty preppy the the other totally ghetto.  Even as a child I knew we were shaping the opinions of others concerning "blacks" .  There must have been twenty "white" families and one Japanese.  We were culturally different.  My mother was ignorant as was her deep woods husband.  The stupid nigger cooking my brother's pet box turtle . Carrying "goofer dust" bags.  It was like some shit out of the Salem Witch Trials.

We were country, straight off the farm.  My "mother" was ignorant.  Worse than being ignorant she was corrupt,  lying, predatory, lecherous, untrustworthy.  But arrogant with her untrustworthiness.

"Mother! Where is my money? I had two hundred dollars in my wallet when I asked you to hold it!"

"You the fool! Shud'den left it wid me!"  Ha-ha! Martha's schemes against you were always followed by uproarious laughter.  You better not ever turn that scenario around however.

Strangely we all accepted that as a valid excuse.  It never occurred to me to say you are my mother, I should be able to trust you.  According to my mother no one could be trusted , ever,  for any reason including GOD.  I am still learning why she felt that way.  She should have.  She was exactly what granddaddy said; "Such a woman as you!"  Martha was a whore, fully enjoyed being a whore , just didn't want to be reminded of her whoredom.

Demanded to be honored and respected for her whoredom, not readily identified.  A fool is a fool and cannot hide.  I was in Walmart, the young worker wore a Walmart shirt and some Coach tennis shoes. A young woman working in Walmart, pushing heavy carts, wearing five hundred dollar tennis shoes!

You still work a WALMART  you dumb bitch! Why didn't you take that money you spent on those shoes and devote into your education.  Shit, buy some Walmart stock.  Don't be dumb your whole damn life.

Something is wrong! My "mother" did the same thing.  Wore three hundred dollar suits to a secretarial job in the SIXTIES  ,  where she worked in a warehouse.  Every one else wore jeans! She was overdressed! Martha was unhappy.  She was dumb, she was stubborn.  She would not listen and she would not admit the truth about anything.

Martha was a pathological liar.  There was only one way  for Martha to stop her practise of habitual lying, telling the truth.  That was not going to happen because Martha had allowed herself to slip down so low she was too ashamed to get back up.  So she chose cruelty, terrorizing, vicious assaults, lying, and WITCHCRAFT!

No,  she did not win and she stopped vexing soon enough.  Her horrid life, all the dead bodies,  point to a lurid life.  She brought nothing in this world and she took nothing out.  She will not leave me a coward,  a silent defeated eunuch. Yes, Martha was pretty brilliant as a demon but only the lowest imp would give her credit for having  any power.  Only the blindest of the blind would fail to catch on to her "wooing" .  While Martha was a great con artist, an extremely sinuous whore,  she was not nearly as brilliant as she claimed.   Having more money than the very people you secretly hate and conjure does not make you superior.  If any thing it puts a tremendous burden on you attempting to manipulate and triangulate for an entire century.

No, my mother could not balance all of her lies once she got very old.  She did well with her stealthiness until she reached eighty.  She reached eighty, that "boy" came back home and Mathy started leaking secrets.  I was shocked, amazed, but , I was all ears!

Atheist, non-Atheist, Holy Roller, Pentecostal , Wash-foot Baptist, it doesn't mater. GOD is Real! (HIS) Word is real! You know what to do and you better do it!

 My "mother" would scream come get your beating and I would run away.  I would escape to the woods for hours and hours.  She and others called me a fool for refusing to take a beating.

I was only  eight years old  but I  said "Fuck all y'all!  Damn if that slut is going to be assaulting me!"  I'm glad I stood my ground.   Freak!  Fucking freak!  Just wanted to hit somebody for her own sick carnal pleasure.  GOD said No!

"From such stay away."