"Whur you gwine?" Elmore James-Look on yonder wall

Growing up on the near by Army base and visiting my grandfather on the week-end , was the equivalent of entering the  "Twilight Zone" for me.  It was as if I straddled "two worlds", balanced them perfectly.  I adapted to the two very foreign cultures smoothly, seamlessly, simultaneously.

My world on the post was considered to be a privilege, a gift gifted to me because my mother sacrificed herself and married beneath her status  in order to give us a "daddy".  He was much too black for her.  He was "blue-black" according to her.

I'm screaming because our mother did believe the darker you were, the more cursed you were. The darker you were was reason enough to abuse you. The darker your skin the more you should expect , tolerate and keep all abuse secret.

Those were the rules of the entire world according to Mathy Jane.  Don't fight it, just shut the fuck up, go along to get along. GOD made you  black on purpose, your black ass should have died.

After all she was doing us such a great favor, marrying an ignorant, repulsive, jet black pervert because she loved us so much.

On post,  we lived mostly among "whites". Our housing area pristine, our school , Bowley Elementary , was a prep school. We took art, Spanish! Music! Visited museums, the Symphony. I took Ballet, was a Brownie! What a world!

I was treated tenderly.

My world in the country was mostly "colored", very rural and very simple. Granddaddy still plowed with a mule, used an outdoor toilet, pumped his water, no television.  We only took a full bath on Saturday night. We had about two inches of water in a tin tub, we washed with a real "rag" and granddaddy's homemade lye soap.  I loved it.

One aspect I still find fascinating was the language. My grandfather spoke a language that was unique to me. I found it intriguing, puzzling, straight forward..

Words like; "gwine"  "Whur you gwine (going) in such a hurry?" " Fed-din-tuh "  "We fed-din' (fixing, preparing)  tuh (to) go."

Far too many people on this earth think such language is a sign of ignorance, stupidity.  Wrong, the sign of stupidity is honoring  a dead demon. Clinging to an orange buffoon because he claims to be a TEN BILLIONAIRE!

My mother took money from poorly educated people pretending to sacrifice it in the Cape Fear river. My mother could get your "nature" back, the man or woman you wanted,  for a fee.  So they thought. Little did they know how Mathy  laughed behind their backs.

"So-n-so think I got hur husband back, … damn sorry ass nigga wuz coming back anyway!"

Martha NEVER had any power over anyone. She was psychic, that much is true but,  how hard is it for a mother to trick her own children? That is taking candy from a baby.

So!?  Evil can NOT win!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"