"Woke up this morning feeling fine!"

"Woke up with Heaven on my mind." This was Brother Strickland's theme song for his broadcast "'Round the Market House " news   in Fayetteville, North Carolina.  I'm not sure of the radio signal, I know my grandfather's radio was set to it  every single day I knew him! And you better be quiet, remain absolutely silent as Brother Strickland ran down the local "news".

Every time we heard of an elaborate flimflam we knew it was cousin Junebug. He was the best thief, booster, con-artist you ever heard of.  Junebug was quite a character but, he loved granddaddy and granddaddy loved him.  He procured the finest Stetson hat's, leather coats, radios, tvs, what ever you wanted.  Just tell him the size and color, give him a couple of hours.

Junebug and my mother's first cousins were the second generation out of slavery and rebelled against picking cotton and working in tobacco.  Racism kept them from succeeding legitimately.  One cousin graduated from Hampton University and was glad to get a job as a train porter.

So,  my mother and her first cousins, all light bright and damn near white were not about to work for slave wages, live in a shack and  wait for Heaven in the sky.  So,  I can see why my mother turned to WITCHCRAFT! It makes sense.  No, she was wrong, very wrong but, I fully understand her choice.

People of color no longer have to wear a mask, take low, coon or pretend docility .  We don't have to lie either.  We do not have to target each other, behave like a predator.  No man or woman has to be common and abuse their children to the extent my mother and men did.

We must reverse this curse. I'm blogging my truth! I'm telling! Please do NOT believe you have to cloak for a dead demon! Please do not feel compelled to lie and deny for a woman too sorry to confess of her sins.

"Come ye out from among them "  It is All in Divine Order.