It is the most bizarre story I ever heard of. It is incredulous. It is disgusting! Most importantly it is true.
A careful analysis of my life reveals her to be the best thing that could have happened to me.
This is a cautionary tale for would be narcissistic demons. My like is proof that every prophetic Word in the Bible is true.
It is a shocking revelation to discover that most people do not have the courage, character or faith that they claim to have.
This woman gave birth to six children, six children that she has tormented in various ways their entire lives. Although I am concerned with how she has impacted and ruined their lives and families I will respect their privacy and permit them to keep their secrets.
I thank God every day, every hour, for revealing this hideous whore for what she really is, a Demon!
I am astonished to know that a woman of such great intellect and beauty could allow herself to become the sickest, vilest reprobate known to man.
If you can, please pray for her, please pray for me, please pray for my family.
I struggle with her duality. I am messed up! I recognize and understand what it is, I just can't understand why.
Her sexual perversion is rare and extreme. Her selfishness is ridiculously over the top. Her treachery is brilliant.
My entire family is hopelessly weak and impotent. Not one person in my entire family has the courage to confront her. I understand. It took me fifty-eight years to even inquire about my molestation. I pray that GOD will bless and strengthen my family. May they finally hear and understand the words; "Fear no man!"
I have begged her to repent. Just like the Bible says I only got a blot. It is not going to happen and I understand why. How can anyone confess and say they are sorry for something that they are actually proud of? She delights in her guile and creepy demonism.
She will not have it both ways in my life. She will pay. GOD said it, I didn't. I am the messenger but I have been labeled the fool. Some of my brothers remain silent because this crook has promised them money in her will. I will not sell my soul for a mess of pottage. She has no money! The woman has a house note! The expectation of five or ten thousand dollars is not worth the humiliation and degradation you must suffer to abide her.
How a brilliant woman can be as ignorant and primitively depraved is beyond my ability to comprehend.
She sickens me. She is a sickening embarrassment, but she is my mother. I did what I could to save her, to love her. It is hopeless.
My blog is a warning. If your eight year old daughter gets raped three times the way my mother claims she did. Get your child some help. If your child mutilates and murders animals, get them some help. But if your child grows up to be a violent criminal, put them in jail. No matter what, always stand up to them. Don't let them bully and intimidate you.
Your homework for today is 2 Chronicles 7:14
Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Keep yourself up much as you can."
Much Love,Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I Will Not Be Held To A Lower Standard!
"On a sunny day in 1996, 9-year old Leila Fathi was picking wildflowers with her cousin near her family's village in northwest Iran when three men crept up behind her. Pinning her arms to her back, they dragged her, kicking and thrashing, to the edge of a nearby cliff. As her cousin, hidden behind a tree, watched in terror, the men tore off Leila'a skirt and raped her, then struck her in the head and tossed her lifeless body over the cliff."
You can find that article in The Oprah Magazine ( "Why Is Shirin Ebadi Still Risking Her Life?" May 2006)
I can't say I was shocked when I read that article, I was enlightened. "In Iran such crimes rarely make it to the courtroom." Why? For the same reason all over the world. Most people are held captive by fear and shame. "Don't bring shame on the family."; is an unwritten rule in every culture. It is particularly prevalent in Black families.
Well I know better. The Holy Bible warns us repeatedly, yet demons persist in their evil debauchery.
"Know ye the TRUTH! and the TRUTH shall set you free!"
What is the truth? The truth is that too many vile creatures live among us and with us and we cover for them. We don't tell because we don't want to be embarrassed. We don't want to bring shame on the family. Well I've got news for you. That pervert has already brought shame on the family. The entire family has become accursed because of their selfish lust and lies.
Don't you dare shed one tear for that pervert. Sympathy is the precise reason they do what they do. Sympathy and fear. If they can't endear your sympathy they will assault you with a foul mouth or remind you of their great ability to work "roots".
What I find most intriguing and universal is the supreme selfishness of demons. They are so selfish that human compassion is beyond their ability to grasp. They have an idea of what it is. They know what words to say. They know how to act when someone is looking. It is when you are not looking that they do their dirt. No they don't pick everyone. These demons do have a code of ethics. Violate the little black snooty nose raggedy ass motherless child.
Every one knows that is last place. There is no place lower in society. Some of you may have found yourself there. It is a lonely place. What could be worse than being motherless? Having a mother that pretends to be your mother just so she can violate you over and over. Having a brilliant monster of a mother that the whole world fears. Having a mother that will give you a stone or a serpent instead of bread or a fish. People I want you to know that that kind of evil is rare but it does exist.
It is a silent epidemic. Child predators are running rampant on this earth. Frightened little Christians sit on the side lines and watch in silence waiting on Jesus, waiting on someone else to speak up. The saddest reality is that most people really do not care. Shame on you America.
Thank you LORD for working a miracle in my life. Thank you for saving me from that demon. Thank you for your protection and divine guidance. Thank you for my cross. "I bear my cross daily."
In 1951 a very selfish wayward woman gave birth to me begrudgingly. Why? You will have to ask her. At any rate I got here. I thank God for my life. That same woman told me repeatedly, over and over; "I gave your black ass away!" Why would any woman lacerate their own child with that kind of information? Destruction. Too cheap to abort me she tried to destroy me a thousand times over. Through the miraculous power of the Holy Ghost GOD has turned all of her schemes and scams into triumph for me. Praise the LORD!
Thank you LORD! I will do it. I will save as many innocent children as I can. I will shine a spot light on this plague.
Since the beginning of time the poor child, the poor little bastard, the poor little black bastard female has been fair game for all predators. Shame on them and shame on the people that let them.
"Well I came by to tell you"; that I am not a poor little black bastard female. I am a child of Our Most High GOD! I am a child of the King! I was a princess and now I am a Queen.
You will not mistreat me because of my color black. You will not revile me and slander my name. I will stand by myself! I will call out all demons! I will tell!
Vile men and women stop dead in your tracks. "Ye shall proceed no further!"
"And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved."..."Fear them not therefore; for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known. What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops."
Praise The LORD children! Thank Him for His Holy Word and divine guidance. Meet Him on your knees children. Today's assignment is Matthew 10.
Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Hold yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
You can find that article in The Oprah Magazine ( "Why Is Shirin Ebadi Still Risking Her Life?" May 2006)
I can't say I was shocked when I read that article, I was enlightened. "In Iran such crimes rarely make it to the courtroom." Why? For the same reason all over the world. Most people are held captive by fear and shame. "Don't bring shame on the family."; is an unwritten rule in every culture. It is particularly prevalent in Black families.
Well I know better. The Holy Bible warns us repeatedly, yet demons persist in their evil debauchery.
"Know ye the TRUTH! and the TRUTH shall set you free!"
What is the truth? The truth is that too many vile creatures live among us and with us and we cover for them. We don't tell because we don't want to be embarrassed. We don't want to bring shame on the family. Well I've got news for you. That pervert has already brought shame on the family. The entire family has become accursed because of their selfish lust and lies.
Don't you dare shed one tear for that pervert. Sympathy is the precise reason they do what they do. Sympathy and fear. If they can't endear your sympathy they will assault you with a foul mouth or remind you of their great ability to work "roots".
What I find most intriguing and universal is the supreme selfishness of demons. They are so selfish that human compassion is beyond their ability to grasp. They have an idea of what it is. They know what words to say. They know how to act when someone is looking. It is when you are not looking that they do their dirt. No they don't pick everyone. These demons do have a code of ethics. Violate the little black snooty nose raggedy ass motherless child.
Every one knows that is last place. There is no place lower in society. Some of you may have found yourself there. It is a lonely place. What could be worse than being motherless? Having a mother that pretends to be your mother just so she can violate you over and over. Having a brilliant monster of a mother that the whole world fears. Having a mother that will give you a stone or a serpent instead of bread or a fish. People I want you to know that that kind of evil is rare but it does exist.
It is a silent epidemic. Child predators are running rampant on this earth. Frightened little Christians sit on the side lines and watch in silence waiting on Jesus, waiting on someone else to speak up. The saddest reality is that most people really do not care. Shame on you America.
Thank you LORD for working a miracle in my life. Thank you for saving me from that demon. Thank you for your protection and divine guidance. Thank you for my cross. "I bear my cross daily."
In 1951 a very selfish wayward woman gave birth to me begrudgingly. Why? You will have to ask her. At any rate I got here. I thank God for my life. That same woman told me repeatedly, over and over; "I gave your black ass away!" Why would any woman lacerate their own child with that kind of information? Destruction. Too cheap to abort me she tried to destroy me a thousand times over. Through the miraculous power of the Holy Ghost GOD has turned all of her schemes and scams into triumph for me. Praise the LORD!
Thank you LORD! I will do it. I will save as many innocent children as I can. I will shine a spot light on this plague.
Since the beginning of time the poor child, the poor little bastard, the poor little black bastard female has been fair game for all predators. Shame on them and shame on the people that let them.
"Well I came by to tell you"; that I am not a poor little black bastard female. I am a child of Our Most High GOD! I am a child of the King! I was a princess and now I am a Queen.
You will not mistreat me because of my color black. You will not revile me and slander my name. I will stand by myself! I will call out all demons! I will tell!
Vile men and women stop dead in your tracks. "Ye shall proceed no further!"
"And ye shall be hated of all men for my name's sake: but he that endureth to the end shall be saved."..."Fear them not therefore; for there is nothing covered, that shall not be revealed; and hid, that shall not be known. What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops."
Praise The LORD children! Thank Him for His Holy Word and divine guidance. Meet Him on your knees children. Today's assignment is Matthew 10.
Be a Blessing and be blessed. "Hold yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
An Open Letter To My Birth Mother
I bid you farewell. I am sorry that I can't say a fond farewell. You get on down the road now, get away from me. Get! Run! Be gone. Take all of your miscreants and minions with you.
I am going to take a few minutes to tell you what you have refused to acknowledge for eighty-five years. First of all you are a reckless reprobate, a hopeless whore, a pathological liar, a sick narcissist and an embarrassment. Yes you embarrass me and you always have. You humbled me, striped me of all pride. You left me with nothing but tales of my miraculous escape.
How you ended up the despicable demon that you are is not nearly as important as the fact that you have been so successful for your entire life. Successful? so you think.
You only succeeded in proving all of Wade Station right. They said you were common. Where did they get that idea? What kind of acts did you commit that would divide a community? What kind of gall and guile do you have to cause you to believe that you are unstoppable. Yes you are inconceivable, unfathomable. But I want you to know that you are stoppable. You've got to move. When the Lord gets ready you have to move!
You are real. You are not an aberration. You are a full blow demon. Is there any hope for you? God only knows.
I do want to take the time to attempt to explain some Biblical prophesy to you. Not so much for you but for future reprobates. I hope your wasted life can help some poor wayward young lady to turn from her wicked ways.
"He said a liar would not tarry in His sight!" you would scream for hours. I took it to heart. I've always prided myself in being an honest person. I didn't know that was a ploy. I didn't know that was an instrument to be used against me. You made us catch that bus every Sunday morning to go to Sunday school. We attended church every Sunday! We sat in church all day long on Sunday. I loved it. I won all of the little pewter fish that the chaplain gave out on the post. You sat in your pew every Sunday "Amening" and praising the Lord. I believed you. I didn't know that you were putting on, faking. I didn't know it was to be used as a tool for your manipulation.
Yes you are extremely manipulative, expert, in fact you are perfect. But let me tell you where you messed up. You tried to manipulate God. You foolish, foolish woman. Do you really think your little "goofer dust" has any power? Do you think your little pea brain can out think GOD?
GOD dulled your understanding "preacher". If you had read your Bible instead of crawling up into some one's pulpit to show off and be seen you would have come to the realization that you really need Christ in your life. The words ;"...lean not to your own understanding." would have registered. Maybe you would have prayed for the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.
True, in Wade your intelligence and graft were very impressive to some. There were some people that you never fooled. But clueless and prideful you pressed right on with your cruelty and decadence. Now in your advanced age you are caught in your own craftiness. Don't give me that crap that you are blessed because you are old. And don't tell me to "honor thy mother and father so might your days be lengthened." You murdered your father and you are still here. I want you to know that you are not here because GOD blessed you. You are here for GOD's own purpose.
Now that you are caught in your own craftiness, now that the 35TH Psalm is being revealed through you, what are you going to do? Yes that's right, the pit you dug for me, you're in.
Can you bend one knee? Can you stretch one hand? Can you humble yourself and squeeze out one "I'm sorry"?
Fare thee well Mathy Jane.
To all my readers; "Look well to your going", "Fear no man", Love the Lord with all of your heart. Be kind and loving to one another.
"Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished: but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered." Proverbs 11: 21-22
I am the seed of Abraham. I am the seed of Jerome Walters a righteous man. PRAISE THE LORD!!!THANK YOU JESUS!!!
Be a blessing and be Blessed. "Hold yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
I am going to take a few minutes to tell you what you have refused to acknowledge for eighty-five years. First of all you are a reckless reprobate, a hopeless whore, a pathological liar, a sick narcissist and an embarrassment. Yes you embarrass me and you always have. You humbled me, striped me of all pride. You left me with nothing but tales of my miraculous escape.
How you ended up the despicable demon that you are is not nearly as important as the fact that you have been so successful for your entire life. Successful? so you think.
You only succeeded in proving all of Wade Station right. They said you were common. Where did they get that idea? What kind of acts did you commit that would divide a community? What kind of gall and guile do you have to cause you to believe that you are unstoppable. Yes you are inconceivable, unfathomable. But I want you to know that you are stoppable. You've got to move. When the Lord gets ready you have to move!
You are real. You are not an aberration. You are a full blow demon. Is there any hope for you? God only knows.
I do want to take the time to attempt to explain some Biblical prophesy to you. Not so much for you but for future reprobates. I hope your wasted life can help some poor wayward young lady to turn from her wicked ways.
"He said a liar would not tarry in His sight!" you would scream for hours. I took it to heart. I've always prided myself in being an honest person. I didn't know that was a ploy. I didn't know that was an instrument to be used against me. You made us catch that bus every Sunday morning to go to Sunday school. We attended church every Sunday! We sat in church all day long on Sunday. I loved it. I won all of the little pewter fish that the chaplain gave out on the post. You sat in your pew every Sunday "Amening" and praising the Lord. I believed you. I didn't know that you were putting on, faking. I didn't know it was to be used as a tool for your manipulation.
Yes you are extremely manipulative, expert, in fact you are perfect. But let me tell you where you messed up. You tried to manipulate God. You foolish, foolish woman. Do you really think your little "goofer dust" has any power? Do you think your little pea brain can out think GOD?
GOD dulled your understanding "preacher". If you had read your Bible instead of crawling up into some one's pulpit to show off and be seen you would have come to the realization that you really need Christ in your life. The words ;"...lean not to your own understanding." would have registered. Maybe you would have prayed for the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.
True, in Wade your intelligence and graft were very impressive to some. There were some people that you never fooled. But clueless and prideful you pressed right on with your cruelty and decadence. Now in your advanced age you are caught in your own craftiness. Don't give me that crap that you are blessed because you are old. And don't tell me to "honor thy mother and father so might your days be lengthened." You murdered your father and you are still here. I want you to know that you are not here because GOD blessed you. You are here for GOD's own purpose.
Now that you are caught in your own craftiness, now that the 35TH Psalm is being revealed through you, what are you going to do? Yes that's right, the pit you dug for me, you're in.
Can you bend one knee? Can you stretch one hand? Can you humble yourself and squeeze out one "I'm sorry"?
Fare thee well Mathy Jane.
To all my readers; "Look well to your going", "Fear no man", Love the Lord with all of your heart. Be kind and loving to one another.
"Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished: but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered." Proverbs 11: 21-22
I am the seed of Abraham. I am the seed of Jerome Walters a righteous man. PRAISE THE LORD!!!THANK YOU JESUS!!!
Be a blessing and be Blessed. "Hold yourself up much as you can."
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
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.
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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
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