"See heah whur a ship turnt ova."

"I see here where a ship turned over " was one of the funniest stories my grandfather ever told.  It seems a fine gentleman farmer from Wade, North Carolina was prosperous in every way for a colored man December 8, 1941. 

The "fair-to-middling" staunch member of Wesley Chapel Church was too proud for people to find out he could not read.  So he would sit on his porch every morning, wearing a three piece suit, "flo-shine-shoes" and a nice pair of "spectacles".

To people that didn't know,  he appeared to be just as smart as rich white folk.  So,  one day my granddaddy, Jerome Walters was passing by on his way to somewhere and he paused to greet the "fair-to-middling",  upstanding colored gentlemen . Granddaddy says: "Whut you reading there brother?"

The upright staunch Christian Methodist paused, pushed his glasses up , studied the picture carefully , then finally mused; "I see heah whur a ship turnt ova'"

"Count it all joy." I do! Up early, again just praising The Holy Spirit that dwells in me and will NOT let me hold my peace.

Mainly, I am grateful to my grandfather, the righteous man that introduced me to Biblical scholarship when I was a very young child.  As, strange as it may seem I do thank GOD for my awful mother, a modern day Jezebel.

She was a terror, she was a beast but she was inescapable. It may take this world two hundred years to know, to learn how low a wo/man can fall.  Not just fall, but remain in the pit she dug, rotting and festering. Bludgeoning, beating, terrorizing, intimidating because we were "hers".

Yes, the low ignorant, common , immoral slut claimed us like property, abused us just like she misused and abused everything she touched.

I remember my "mother" buying the most expensive clothes sold in Fayetteville's finest department stores, bragging, then disrobing, letting fine garments fall to floor, then she would proudly walk on them. Like a terrorized "Celie" I ran behind her hanging everything up.  Grinning, glad to do it.

I know now we were her personal "slaves".  As I child I was proud to be the only one that could hand crack her ice properly.  Hand wash her "delicate" clothes including her under ware.

"My soul looks back and wonders how I got over."  From my conception, until right now, nothing but torment!   I have so many triggers!  Roaches!  The thought of a roach sends me back , screaming!  I ball up in a fetal position and just cry.

I shall never forget that hideous shrill diabolical laugh when she informed us of the cooked roaches she had lifted out of the nine day old pinto beans the low slut had forced us to eat. She did brag that was the reason she did not touch them and the only reason she let us eat them, she didn't want them to go to waste.

Dear LORD I have sixty-two years of stored up excruciating pain.  Take this pain LORD! Take this pain!

Who really is at fault here? The abuser or the abused? She dished it, we took it.  She laughed at our pain, we laughed despite it.

Our Father we pray but,  evil men demand to divide and conquer us. Pretending some people are undeserving of the same privileges, protections afforded to whites only, to WASP. (White Anglo-saxon Protestants)

 The evil racist is an ignorant demon just like my birth mother.  What kind of woman is low enough, depraved enough to deliberately sexually, physically, psychologically, emotionally and financially attempt to destroy her own children?

Worse, how destroyed, how deliberately faithless do you have to be to suffer willingly, to continue to suffer in silence long after this lascivious reprobate is gone?  She's dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!

Sure, I suffered under Mathy BUT, NOW I'M SHINING LIKE KLONDIKE GOLD!

REVERSE THE CURSE!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"