Monday, December 6, 2010
I Will Tell You What I Don't Want!
"I'll tell you what I don't want!" Lois screamed at her sister Eunice. Frozen by the shocking anger in her poor sick sister's voice Eunice stood still, afraid to move.
All night long Eunice held vigil at her sister's bedside praying. Praying for God to heal her younger sister of this ravenous cancer that racked her tiny little body.
"Dear Lord heal my sister if it be thy will!...Come by here Lord! somebody needs you! 'they brought unto him many that were possessed with devils: and He cast out the spirits with His Word, and healed all that were sick'...at Your Word LAWD! at Your Word Lawd!...Dear Lord heal my sister...Heal hur Lawd!"
At your Word, at Your Word kept resonating, kept ricocheting in Eunice's head.
She knew that GOD could and would heal Lois if Lois just had a little bit of faith.
These two spinster sisters had lived a very lonely, extremely isolated existence for many years.
They were the odd ball retired school teachers. Their double wide trailer lay hidden behind sixty-five acres of tall Georgia pines. They had a well stocked fishing pond, an apple orchard, a plum orchard. They didn't have any peaches because Lois didn't like them. Lois was only one year Eunice's junior but she was clearly the Alpha dog in that relationship.
Eunice studied and read her Bible every day. There had never been a morning that Eunice wasn't down on her knees at 7:27 in the morning praying to GOD, thanking God and speaking in tongue. Eunice went down to the little Apostolic Church every Sunday. Lois would not go. She refused to have any part in organized religion. Lois was religious but very wary of the "Church". Church membership and church attendance didn't impress her.
"What are you going to do when you die?" Eunice used to plead.
"Let my scent bury me I don't care! Shit I'll be dead!"
"Watch your language!" Eunice sternly admonished.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit! So I said Shit...Who gives a shit?"
"The Bible says you shouldn't curse."
"That's not the kind of cursing the Bible is talking about nigga. God warned us not to curse people with our negative comments, not to bring bad things on them. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that."
Eunice could not imagine life without Lois. Lois was her sister and best friend. In many ways they were fraternal twins. If one ached the other ached. It was as if they shared the same brain. Ravenous readers, books and magazines filled every room of their double wide, including the kitchen. Lois was the scientist and Eunice was the philosopher.
Both were very prejudice. Both hated vacuous people of low intelligence. Stupidity enraged them. Do not utter evidence of your lack of understanding around them. They would let you have it with both barrels.
"I care about children that look like me." the PTA volunteer crowed. Lois lit into her like a mother hen; "Well I love and look out for all children! I don't care what they look like. There is only one race, the Human Race! Do you think God has a preference for a particular race? He is Our Father not Their Father! We are all the same. Color is only skin deep. IT IS CHARACTER!"
The poor lady walked away stunned , angry and embarrassed.
Lois didn't care. No one liked her anyway. They called her a rabble-rouser, a trouble maker. A Nut!
"Man does not do what is right, he does what is convenient."
"What does that mean Miss Walters?" the little ninth grader begged to know.
"It means that men selfishly look out for themselves. That's why you all only get 21 minutes to cram down a greasy not fit for human consumption lunch. You are forced to stand in line for at least fifteen minutes. I am appalled! The principal and Cafeteria manager should be strung up! Cardboard pizza served with canned corn, powered mashed potatoes served with french fries!"
"O.K Miss Walters we get! Why don't you do something about it?"
"Me? Why should I? I bring my lunch and I am a teacher and I don't have to stand in line."
"You teachers don't care about nobody but yourselves?"
"Look I've been down that road. I ended up homeless fighting for student's rights. They sent me notes and their parents sent me notes telling me how they agreed with me and prayed for me. No one, NO ONE stood with me. You can't lead a revolution by yourself. I refuse to go down that road again. You want better lunches and better treatment, you demand it. I think that's why so many black people are still slaves. Somebody else fought for their freedom. We don't have any science books. Shit we don't even have a lab. You don't care now. Your parents don't care now but they will . They will care when you can't pass the graduation test in Science. You think you are getting over because the county will not let me fail you. You are actually glad to not have a text book."
"I ain't gon read it noway!"
"Why? Why don't you want to read it?"
"It's boring...you don't make it fun,"
"Shit! what do you want a lap dance? Some subjects are just boring but the GHSGT is hard. You can pay me now or pay me later."
"That test is not that hard. My cousin passed it."
"Have you taken it?"
"No."
"Then shut up and stop spreading ignorance!"
"Miss Walters you're rude."
"I'm not rude I'm pissed."
"Why don't you retire?"
"Baby that is exactly what I am going to do. Later for this nigga factory. I can not in good conscience continue to rob you of a decent education just because you and your parents don't know the difference."
Inequality perpetuated by a black school superintendent and a majority black school board was not the only thing that plagued Lois. She was stalked by a demon. They both were. The demon pretended to be a loving mother. Their demon mother preached every Sunday and laughed. The Bitch was old, near ninety and nowhere near death. In fact she was healthier than both of them. Lois hated her. Eunice prayed for her. Lois refused to part her lips to her. Eunice was kind and entreating, took her abuse and cried.
This old bitch was truly a witch. A "root working" sorcerer, a vile "voodoo" priestess.
The more Lois told people, the more she tried to alert her relatives the more they reviled her.
Lois felt that GOD had abandoned her for letting this succubus live her closeted clandestine life for so long.
Eunice knew that God would fix it in His own time in His own way.
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When I was a little girl I made the sad mistake of telling my mother that I wanted to be a teacher and a writer, a published author. Only through the goodness of GOD I managed to become a teacher. She never gave me one red cent but somehow she managed to drive a brand new Cadillac. When you grow up abused you become conditioned and accept abuse. Every thing I ever wrote she destroyed. Yes she laid me low. I was devastated to discover that she never changed. She is still Madame Watson the "root worker". But she shall go no further. Her time is up. Tell my friends and family that I am rising, I am healing.
Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
All night long Eunice held vigil at her sister's bedside praying. Praying for God to heal her younger sister of this ravenous cancer that racked her tiny little body.
"Dear Lord heal my sister if it be thy will!...Come by here Lord! somebody needs you! 'they brought unto him many that were possessed with devils: and He cast out the spirits with His Word, and healed all that were sick'...at Your Word LAWD! at Your Word Lawd!...Dear Lord heal my sister...Heal hur Lawd!"
At your Word, at Your Word kept resonating, kept ricocheting in Eunice's head.
She knew that GOD could and would heal Lois if Lois just had a little bit of faith.
These two spinster sisters had lived a very lonely, extremely isolated existence for many years.
They were the odd ball retired school teachers. Their double wide trailer lay hidden behind sixty-five acres of tall Georgia pines. They had a well stocked fishing pond, an apple orchard, a plum orchard. They didn't have any peaches because Lois didn't like them. Lois was only one year Eunice's junior but she was clearly the Alpha dog in that relationship.
Eunice studied and read her Bible every day. There had never been a morning that Eunice wasn't down on her knees at 7:27 in the morning praying to GOD, thanking God and speaking in tongue. Eunice went down to the little Apostolic Church every Sunday. Lois would not go. She refused to have any part in organized religion. Lois was religious but very wary of the "Church". Church membership and church attendance didn't impress her.
"What are you going to do when you die?" Eunice used to plead.
"Let my scent bury me I don't care! Shit I'll be dead!"
"Watch your language!" Eunice sternly admonished.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit! So I said Shit...Who gives a shit?"
"The Bible says you shouldn't curse."
"That's not the kind of cursing the Bible is talking about nigga. God warned us not to curse people with our negative comments, not to bring bad things on them. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that."
Eunice could not imagine life without Lois. Lois was her sister and best friend. In many ways they were fraternal twins. If one ached the other ached. It was as if they shared the same brain. Ravenous readers, books and magazines filled every room of their double wide, including the kitchen. Lois was the scientist and Eunice was the philosopher.
Both were very prejudice. Both hated vacuous people of low intelligence. Stupidity enraged them. Do not utter evidence of your lack of understanding around them. They would let you have it with both barrels.
"I care about children that look like me." the PTA volunteer crowed. Lois lit into her like a mother hen; "Well I love and look out for all children! I don't care what they look like. There is only one race, the Human Race! Do you think God has a preference for a particular race? He is Our Father not Their Father! We are all the same. Color is only skin deep. IT IS CHARACTER!"
The poor lady walked away stunned , angry and embarrassed.
Lois didn't care. No one liked her anyway. They called her a rabble-rouser, a trouble maker. A Nut!
"Man does not do what is right, he does what is convenient."
"What does that mean Miss Walters?" the little ninth grader begged to know.
"It means that men selfishly look out for themselves. That's why you all only get 21 minutes to cram down a greasy not fit for human consumption lunch. You are forced to stand in line for at least fifteen minutes. I am appalled! The principal and Cafeteria manager should be strung up! Cardboard pizza served with canned corn, powered mashed potatoes served with french fries!"
"O.K Miss Walters we get! Why don't you do something about it?"
"Me? Why should I? I bring my lunch and I am a teacher and I don't have to stand in line."
"You teachers don't care about nobody but yourselves?"
"Look I've been down that road. I ended up homeless fighting for student's rights. They sent me notes and their parents sent me notes telling me how they agreed with me and prayed for me. No one, NO ONE stood with me. You can't lead a revolution by yourself. I refuse to go down that road again. You want better lunches and better treatment, you demand it. I think that's why so many black people are still slaves. Somebody else fought for their freedom. We don't have any science books. Shit we don't even have a lab. You don't care now. Your parents don't care now but they will . They will care when you can't pass the graduation test in Science. You think you are getting over because the county will not let me fail you. You are actually glad to not have a text book."
"I ain't gon read it noway!"
"Why? Why don't you want to read it?"
"It's boring...you don't make it fun,"
"Shit! what do you want a lap dance? Some subjects are just boring but the GHSGT is hard. You can pay me now or pay me later."
"That test is not that hard. My cousin passed it."
"Have you taken it?"
"No."
"Then shut up and stop spreading ignorance!"
"Miss Walters you're rude."
"I'm not rude I'm pissed."
"Why don't you retire?"
"Baby that is exactly what I am going to do. Later for this nigga factory. I can not in good conscience continue to rob you of a decent education just because you and your parents don't know the difference."
Inequality perpetuated by a black school superintendent and a majority black school board was not the only thing that plagued Lois. She was stalked by a demon. They both were. The demon pretended to be a loving mother. Their demon mother preached every Sunday and laughed. The Bitch was old, near ninety and nowhere near death. In fact she was healthier than both of them. Lois hated her. Eunice prayed for her. Lois refused to part her lips to her. Eunice was kind and entreating, took her abuse and cried.
This old bitch was truly a witch. A "root working" sorcerer, a vile "voodoo" priestess.
The more Lois told people, the more she tried to alert her relatives the more they reviled her.
Lois felt that GOD had abandoned her for letting this succubus live her closeted clandestine life for so long.
Eunice knew that God would fix it in His own time in His own way.
*************************************************************************************
When I was a little girl I made the sad mistake of telling my mother that I wanted to be a teacher and a writer, a published author. Only through the goodness of GOD I managed to become a teacher. She never gave me one red cent but somehow she managed to drive a brand new Cadillac. When you grow up abused you become conditioned and accept abuse. Every thing I ever wrote she destroyed. Yes she laid me low. I was devastated to discover that she never changed. She is still Madame Watson the "root worker". But she shall go no further. Her time is up. Tell my friends and family that I am rising, I am healing.
Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
The Real Shocker!
What could shock a person more than discovering that their birth mother truly hated them and was no more than a sick vile Demon? Discovering that no one in this dying world gives a damn. Very few people even care. Some people give you lip service. Most people do not think you should even tell.
Who really cares about our children? Who cares about little black children? Selfish and greedy we all just look out for ourselves.
Well I am not going to stop. I am going to keep talking, keep writing, keep telling until the Almighty God sends me some one, sends a peculiar people to help save our beautiful innocent children.
I know GOD gave me a voice and a story for a reason.
I must say that I never knew that I could be so ashamed of my family, of my brothers.
Any man or woman that lives with a spirit of fear, callousness and a get over mentality is a very small person.
I pray that you find the strength to grow.
"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Who really cares about our children? Who cares about little black children? Selfish and greedy we all just look out for ourselves.
Well I am not going to stop. I am going to keep talking, keep writing, keep telling until the Almighty God sends me some one, sends a peculiar people to help save our beautiful innocent children.
I know GOD gave me a voice and a story for a reason.
I must say that I never knew that I could be so ashamed of my family, of my brothers.
Any man or woman that lives with a spirit of fear, callousness and a get over mentality is a very small person.
I pray that you find the strength to grow.
"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
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