My mother was so good, her performances so stellar, I believed her. I bought it hook , line and sinker. I bought her religious crap while totally victimized by her deep disturbing evil. I was totally enslaved by my own mother and did not know. I failed to recognize the great fear she instilled in me, in us.
I was horrified by her very noticeable personality changes before she died. The closer Martha got to her exit date the more she bragged about her stealth cruelty.
It was 2008 and I was her caretaker. She had knee replacement surgery and sent for me to care for her. I didn't mind. Well, I didn't intend to mind until she started treating me like Celie in The Color Purple clanging a damn bell demanding to be waited on hand and foot.
Dear LORD my mother was a child, a very selfish impish child that never grew up, never matured but, unfortunately was extremely evil, sneaky and treacherous. GOD brought me through! My mother followed me around, stalking me, robbing me for sixty-two years attempting to make me a worse imp than she was.
GOD said No!
My grandfather used to warn my mother to leave me alone. It is as if they were talking in code, exchanging information concerning Martha's secret evil. "Leave dat'un alone Mathy Jane! …Gwen ain't the one you want to mess wid."
Martha always bragged that she was so much smarter than we were, the fact is , she was just ahead of us. Ahead of us with the knowledge of the wickedness of this world and ahead of us inflicting pain, brutal beatings and sexual molestation. Martha was a hedonist. She sure exposed the "church" in my eyes and my so called friends and relatives. Any one still loving and cloaking for Martha Jane Walters is no friend of mine.
"Come ye out from among them."
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