Sunday, December 2, 2012
Where would we be without Dr. Martin Luther King?
Very few want to admit it, but we would be in very sad shape as a world without the unselfish sacrifice of that one man. Yes, there were many that helped him but he paid the ultimate price. He refused to live degraded and reduced to human garbage. No one was going to convince him to accept second class citizenship because he was born blessed with dark skin.
I will not either. No one, no monster of a mother is going to keep me from my destiny, from GOD's blessings. She will not convince me that I am too black to love, that I am a nothing. She tried too hard, tried too long to destroy me, to destroy us.
In the end she only succeeded in destroying her stupid wicked self. Her color, her hair and her fleet of Cadilacs didn't save her. A pervert trying to hide behind her father's good name. A deceitful woman exploiting the ignorance of the gullible. People dumb enough to think color makes a difference to GOD. GOD created all of us, blessed us with a different color and hair texture for His own reasons.
Who told you to take that Bible and exploit it for your own selfish sadistic purpose? Who told you to love yourself more than GOD, more than your fellow man?
This country was built on the principle of "white supremacy". The greatest war ever fought was fought on the premise that the white man is supreme and has the right to to make a whole "race" suffer and be subjected to every whim necessary to make another race feel good and enjoy the fruits of this world alone. Over 620,000 men died in that war. More men died in all our wars put together. The war ended, the guilty were not punished and "blacks" were left to fend for themselves. Still hated for the color of their skin. As a matter of fact, hated even more because they were blamed for the war. Hated for existing, hated for causing white brother to kill white brother.
Abraham Lincoln said that; "America would be well rid of the negro." before he was assassinated. He was looking for an island, a country, some land to send all the "niggers", GOD's curse, His blight.
I read a bumper sticker once that said; "If we had known you niggers were going to be such a problem we would have picked our own damn cotton!"
Make the mistake of being born black, brown, yellow or red in this country and you will suffer. You must suffer at the hands of the "whites" that are in control and of all the people of color that believe them, uphold them and delight in your misery.
My mother once remarked to me; "We (referring to light skinned blacks) had it made to dat damn Martin Luther Coon came along." I laughed right along with her. I didn't agree but I didn't dare tell her. I didn't share with her how much I loved that man and how much I appreciated his sacrifice.
It breaks my heart that he never got to enjoy the opportunities he helped to create.
If you are a person of a lighter hue and think that you are better than anyone else, that you are superior and therefore deserving of the lions share of GOD's goodness you are an idiot. If you are a dark skinned person hiding behind your blackness as an excuse to steal or to be wicked you are a worse demon than the lowest racist.
WAKE UP! Embrace the fact that it is your Character NOT your Color.
To GOD be the Glory!
I will not either. No one, no monster of a mother is going to keep me from my destiny, from GOD's blessings. She will not convince me that I am too black to love, that I am a nothing. She tried too hard, tried too long to destroy me, to destroy us.
In the end she only succeeded in destroying her stupid wicked self. Her color, her hair and her fleet of Cadilacs didn't save her. A pervert trying to hide behind her father's good name. A deceitful woman exploiting the ignorance of the gullible. People dumb enough to think color makes a difference to GOD. GOD created all of us, blessed us with a different color and hair texture for His own reasons.
Who told you to take that Bible and exploit it for your own selfish sadistic purpose? Who told you to love yourself more than GOD, more than your fellow man?
This country was built on the principle of "white supremacy". The greatest war ever fought was fought on the premise that the white man is supreme and has the right to to make a whole "race" suffer and be subjected to every whim necessary to make another race feel good and enjoy the fruits of this world alone. Over 620,000 men died in that war. More men died in all our wars put together. The war ended, the guilty were not punished and "blacks" were left to fend for themselves. Still hated for the color of their skin. As a matter of fact, hated even more because they were blamed for the war. Hated for existing, hated for causing white brother to kill white brother.
Abraham Lincoln said that; "America would be well rid of the negro." before he was assassinated. He was looking for an island, a country, some land to send all the "niggers", GOD's curse, His blight.
I read a bumper sticker once that said; "If we had known you niggers were going to be such a problem we would have picked our own damn cotton!"
Make the mistake of being born black, brown, yellow or red in this country and you will suffer. You must suffer at the hands of the "whites" that are in control and of all the people of color that believe them, uphold them and delight in your misery.
My mother once remarked to me; "We (referring to light skinned blacks) had it made to dat damn Martin Luther Coon came along." I laughed right along with her. I didn't agree but I didn't dare tell her. I didn't share with her how much I loved that man and how much I appreciated his sacrifice.
It breaks my heart that he never got to enjoy the opportunities he helped to create.
If you are a person of a lighter hue and think that you are better than anyone else, that you are superior and therefore deserving of the lions share of GOD's goodness you are an idiot. If you are a dark skinned person hiding behind your blackness as an excuse to steal or to be wicked you are a worse demon than the lowest racist.
WAKE UP! Embrace the fact that it is your Character NOT your Color.
To GOD be the Glory!
"Knee bent and body bowed..."
Hear my prayer Oh LORD! Dear LORD I am coming before you as an empty pitcher before a full fountain desiring to be filled with your goodness. I am heavy burdened, prostrate with grief. Heal me LORD. Remove this albatross, this sick hedonist , this creature from the dark dungeon of hell.
Dear LORD you know our plight. You know that she is sick with evil. You know she holds my family hostage simply because her evil is too horrendous to believe, too repulsive to accept as true. For eighty-seven years she has lived among us savagely destroying us in secret for her own sadist pleasure.
Dear LORD I knew February 10, 1979 that she did it. She called me on the phone screaming that my grandfather had killed himself. I knew and I knew that I knew. Petrified with fear I did what I always did, I went along with her lie. I knew as a small child that she was an evil woman. What could I do? I was caught in her net. Every day of my life I lived to survive. I stayed out of her way, kept my mouth shut, went along with her schemes. We all did.
"Don't upset Mathy! Don't get in her way. Pretend to be blind and stupid. Don't criticize her. Play dumb, be her dumb coon. "Go along to get along."
The week of February 10 - 18, 1979 was the saddest in my life. I don't think I have ever hurt more or since. She went out and bought herself ten fabulous outfits. Complete with hats, gloves, purses and furs. Demanded that my brother chronicle every outfit on film. She posed grinning from ear to ear in her long white Cadillac, beautiful matching black and white brim cocked ace duce over her reddish blonde wig, She had a change of outfits for every hour. Not one tear, not one tear dropped from her hideous snarly face. She had the nerve to taunt me; "I ain't buying him no socks!" Some how I found the courage to confront her screaming at the top of my lungs in Sears; "You will buy my GranddaddySOOOCCCCKS! You will put socks and draws on him!"
She got him the socks and laughed. She thought it was funny to threaten to send him to heaven with his ass out. She thought it was a joke. Mathy was in charge. She was in charge of the funeral, his land, his house, every thing. Mathy had always been in charge. How ironic, the irony of ironies. A woman that could not control her own life. A woman that could never say no to her carnal urges was in charge of our lives.
Bobo took all the pictures at the wake and she complained that he took too many pictures of "those ugly black niggers". She took me to the cheapest store in town and bought me a seven dollar black polyester dress. I was teaching school in Atlanta but I didn't have any money. She complained about my "broke ass" always begging and and always needing. I was still sending her a check for thirty-five dollars a month just to keep her quiet. "You graduated from college and can't hep yo' mama!?" I needed my money but I needed her to be quiet. I needed to please her, to make myself more acceptable. I did not know that was part of her pimp "Iceberg Slim" persona.
Martha was a true Madame, a hustler, a prostitute, addicted to other people's money.
Granddaddy looked so peaceful in his casket. He appeared to be smiling. He did look as if he welcomed death. He should have. Living with and putting up with his wayward wicked daughter for fifty-four years. He did tell me once to leave and never come back. I couldn't leave my grandfather even if I had to put up with her. The love and wisdom my grandfather poured on me was well worth the risk of "Mathy Jane".
Mathy Jane is a common woman. There is nothing too low and too common for her to do. She thinks keeping her decadence a secret erases it. If you don't know that means she didn't do it. She thinks telling outrageous lies on her accusers protects her. "You told on me, but I pinned it on you!"
She is too horrible to believe. She has more nerve than a brass monkey. She is an ordained minister in the A.M.E. Zion Church. That tells you a lot about our churches. When a church, their hierarchy, bishops, presiding elders and pastors are too afraid to confront a demon wearing their robes, standing in their pulpits you know that is not a real church. That is a collection of "Jesus Pimps" exploiting the poor people just like Mathy. She knows, she knows full well what she is doing. She is confident that she will get away with it. She put all of her faith in her "Goofer Dust" and declares that she is winning.
Dear LORD expose her! Expose her and all those just like her. Expose the cowards that insist on bowing at her feet, too sorry and too lazy to know the truth.
Yes my grandfather was glad to die, glad to go home to his Father in Heaven. He was tired of Mathy and her extreme cruelty. He was tired of being exploited, robbed and lied on. She will lie on you! She will pin her decadence on you. She will corrupt you and make you just as hate filled as she is.
I will NOT hate you Mathy. You will NOT take my crown. I will tell the truth on you. I will reveal you to the world. You are a hate filled sadist. You live to hurt and destroy. You have No love or compassion in your heart for anyone. YOU HATE GOD! You hated your daddy. You think you stole his good name. You tried to wear his crown. You are beyond evil. You are an abomination unto the LORD.
You will never free your victims. That would be too much like being decent. Decency is a word that has escaped you for your entire life. You are the sneaky snake that you accused me of being. No you will never repent. You would rather die and go to hell than admit your awful truth. You are greedy, selfish and carnal. You are a MURDERER! You didn't just take lives, you destroyed every dream you could, every life you could.
You will not get away! You will pay for every foul deed you committed. My family will not join me in condemning you. I pray for them daily. I pray for their healing. I pray that GOD will finally open their eyes and ears and give them the courage to accept His Might Truth.
You have no power! You are an outrageous horrifying Demon! that enjoyed treachery and deceit for far too long. What did you get? You let the devil trick and use you! What did you get? Who still believes that you are a real preacher? Who will call you and ask for your prayers? Who will ask you to lay hands on them?
What will they do when you die? Who will stand in a pulpit of GOD and say anything good about you? Who will not be delighted that you are finally dead? Who wants your crap? Who wants anything that you leave, other than your money?
Who will say "good riddance to bad rubbish!"? Who will say; "I knew all the time, but I was just afraid"?
Who will cry; "Why LORD? Why did you afflict us with this demon so long!?"
Dear LORD ease my burden, lift my heart, grant me Your courage and understanding, in the Mighty name of JESUS I pray.
Amen.
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster, (your humble servant and grief stricken child)
P.S.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Dear LORD you know our plight. You know that she is sick with evil. You know she holds my family hostage simply because her evil is too horrendous to believe, too repulsive to accept as true. For eighty-seven years she has lived among us savagely destroying us in secret for her own sadist pleasure.
Dear LORD I knew February 10, 1979 that she did it. She called me on the phone screaming that my grandfather had killed himself. I knew and I knew that I knew. Petrified with fear I did what I always did, I went along with her lie. I knew as a small child that she was an evil woman. What could I do? I was caught in her net. Every day of my life I lived to survive. I stayed out of her way, kept my mouth shut, went along with her schemes. We all did.
"Don't upset Mathy! Don't get in her way. Pretend to be blind and stupid. Don't criticize her. Play dumb, be her dumb coon. "Go along to get along."
The week of February 10 - 18, 1979 was the saddest in my life. I don't think I have ever hurt more or since. She went out and bought herself ten fabulous outfits. Complete with hats, gloves, purses and furs. Demanded that my brother chronicle every outfit on film. She posed grinning from ear to ear in her long white Cadillac, beautiful matching black and white brim cocked ace duce over her reddish blonde wig, She had a change of outfits for every hour. Not one tear, not one tear dropped from her hideous snarly face. She had the nerve to taunt me; "I ain't buying him no socks!" Some how I found the courage to confront her screaming at the top of my lungs in Sears; "You will buy my GranddaddySOOOCCCCKS! You will put socks and draws on him!"
She got him the socks and laughed. She thought it was funny to threaten to send him to heaven with his ass out. She thought it was a joke. Mathy was in charge. She was in charge of the funeral, his land, his house, every thing. Mathy had always been in charge. How ironic, the irony of ironies. A woman that could not control her own life. A woman that could never say no to her carnal urges was in charge of our lives.
Bobo took all the pictures at the wake and she complained that he took too many pictures of "those ugly black niggers". She took me to the cheapest store in town and bought me a seven dollar black polyester dress. I was teaching school in Atlanta but I didn't have any money. She complained about my "broke ass" always begging and and always needing. I was still sending her a check for thirty-five dollars a month just to keep her quiet. "You graduated from college and can't hep yo' mama!?" I needed my money but I needed her to be quiet. I needed to please her, to make myself more acceptable. I did not know that was part of her pimp "Iceberg Slim" persona.
Martha was a true Madame, a hustler, a prostitute, addicted to other people's money.
Granddaddy looked so peaceful in his casket. He appeared to be smiling. He did look as if he welcomed death. He should have. Living with and putting up with his wayward wicked daughter for fifty-four years. He did tell me once to leave and never come back. I couldn't leave my grandfather even if I had to put up with her. The love and wisdom my grandfather poured on me was well worth the risk of "Mathy Jane".
Mathy Jane is a common woman. There is nothing too low and too common for her to do. She thinks keeping her decadence a secret erases it. If you don't know that means she didn't do it. She thinks telling outrageous lies on her accusers protects her. "You told on me, but I pinned it on you!"
She is too horrible to believe. She has more nerve than a brass monkey. She is an ordained minister in the A.M.E. Zion Church. That tells you a lot about our churches. When a church, their hierarchy, bishops, presiding elders and pastors are too afraid to confront a demon wearing their robes, standing in their pulpits you know that is not a real church. That is a collection of "Jesus Pimps" exploiting the poor people just like Mathy. She knows, she knows full well what she is doing. She is confident that she will get away with it. She put all of her faith in her "Goofer Dust" and declares that she is winning.
Dear LORD expose her! Expose her and all those just like her. Expose the cowards that insist on bowing at her feet, too sorry and too lazy to know the truth.
Yes my grandfather was glad to die, glad to go home to his Father in Heaven. He was tired of Mathy and her extreme cruelty. He was tired of being exploited, robbed and lied on. She will lie on you! She will pin her decadence on you. She will corrupt you and make you just as hate filled as she is.
I will NOT hate you Mathy. You will NOT take my crown. I will tell the truth on you. I will reveal you to the world. You are a hate filled sadist. You live to hurt and destroy. You have No love or compassion in your heart for anyone. YOU HATE GOD! You hated your daddy. You think you stole his good name. You tried to wear his crown. You are beyond evil. You are an abomination unto the LORD.
You will never free your victims. That would be too much like being decent. Decency is a word that has escaped you for your entire life. You are the sneaky snake that you accused me of being. No you will never repent. You would rather die and go to hell than admit your awful truth. You are greedy, selfish and carnal. You are a MURDERER! You didn't just take lives, you destroyed every dream you could, every life you could.
You will not get away! You will pay for every foul deed you committed. My family will not join me in condemning you. I pray for them daily. I pray for their healing. I pray that GOD will finally open their eyes and ears and give them the courage to accept His Might Truth.
You have no power! You are an outrageous horrifying Demon! that enjoyed treachery and deceit for far too long. What did you get? You let the devil trick and use you! What did you get? Who still believes that you are a real preacher? Who will call you and ask for your prayers? Who will ask you to lay hands on them?
What will they do when you die? Who will stand in a pulpit of GOD and say anything good about you? Who will not be delighted that you are finally dead? Who wants your crap? Who wants anything that you leave, other than your money?
Who will say "good riddance to bad rubbish!"? Who will say; "I knew all the time, but I was just afraid"?
Who will cry; "Why LORD? Why did you afflict us with this demon so long!?"
Dear LORD ease my burden, lift my heart, grant me Your courage and understanding, in the Mighty name of JESUS I pray.
Amen.
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster, (your humble servant and grief stricken child)
P.S.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Saturday, December 1, 2012
"Hold fast!"
"Behold, I am coming quickly! Hold fast what you have, that no one take your crown." (Revelation 3:11)
Hold onto your sanity, your faith, unwavering hope. GOD has your back, your front, He has you in the palm of His hand. No matter how miserable and monstrous that demon is You are blessed.
I still have my crown! She tried to tear it off. The low life common cunt tried to steal it, tried every cunning diabolical treacherous act her little pea brain could conjure.
Praise the LORD! GOD kept me, guided my feet, opened my eyes and my ears. If you yet languish in her net of deceit it is your own fault. If you are still wearing the blinders she plastered on your eyes, it is your own fault.
I know that I am the happiest woman on this earth. I escaped! Yes, I narrowly escaped, but I escaped! I paid attention, I read, I studied to show myself approved. I prayed and better than my prayers were my grandfather's prayers. Somebody prayed for me! Somebody loved me.
No I am not the only one. I am among the billions of innocent children brought to this earth ensnared in the sin and degradation of their reprobate parents.
You can think for yourself. You don't have to accept every abominable lie that spews out of that demon's mouth.
#1- Demons are real! Read your Bible! They kept Jesus and His disciples very busy casting them out.
#2- Your enemies will be of your own household. Your own blood kin will hate you, haunt you for no apparent reason other than to persecute you. Beware! It is not really you that they hate. They hate GOD! They hate Truth! They hate all Holiness, any and every form of innocence.
#3- They are disciples and worshipers of satan. Jesus told you to look at their fruit. You better look! You better discern for yourself. No they will never admit it. Never in a million years. How do they defend their ruined lives? They cry crocodile tears, they call you foul names and try to bully and intimidate you into fearing the truth. They do things so awful that you would rather live in a blind stupor pretending this sick demon is a wholesome mother and preacher.
#4 LIES FROM HELL! I will not accept her! I will not call her mother and I will NOT keep her demonic secrets. She will not hold me hostage with her feigned pretend love. She will not lacerate me over and over and laugh.
#5- That demon from the bowels of hell claims to the world that I want revenge. I don't want revenge. If I wanted revenge I would have shot her through the heart like she did my grandfather. If I wanted revenge I would have bludgeoned her old ass to death years ago. I cared for her when she was sick and feeble. I could have poisoned her or smothered her in her sleep. No I want JUSTICE! I want the Truth known to the world. I want other would be conjurers and Sooth Sayers to know that that is not the way. I want all would be pedophiles to get help, to seek the LORD.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Hold onto your sanity, your faith, unwavering hope. GOD has your back, your front, He has you in the palm of His hand. No matter how miserable and monstrous that demon is You are blessed.
I still have my crown! She tried to tear it off. The low life common cunt tried to steal it, tried every cunning diabolical treacherous act her little pea brain could conjure.
Praise the LORD! GOD kept me, guided my feet, opened my eyes and my ears. If you yet languish in her net of deceit it is your own fault. If you are still wearing the blinders she plastered on your eyes, it is your own fault.
I know that I am the happiest woman on this earth. I escaped! Yes, I narrowly escaped, but I escaped! I paid attention, I read, I studied to show myself approved. I prayed and better than my prayers were my grandfather's prayers. Somebody prayed for me! Somebody loved me.
No I am not the only one. I am among the billions of innocent children brought to this earth ensnared in the sin and degradation of their reprobate parents.
You can think for yourself. You don't have to accept every abominable lie that spews out of that demon's mouth.
#1- Demons are real! Read your Bible! They kept Jesus and His disciples very busy casting them out.
#2- Your enemies will be of your own household. Your own blood kin will hate you, haunt you for no apparent reason other than to persecute you. Beware! It is not really you that they hate. They hate GOD! They hate Truth! They hate all Holiness, any and every form of innocence.
#3- They are disciples and worshipers of satan. Jesus told you to look at their fruit. You better look! You better discern for yourself. No they will never admit it. Never in a million years. How do they defend their ruined lives? They cry crocodile tears, they call you foul names and try to bully and intimidate you into fearing the truth. They do things so awful that you would rather live in a blind stupor pretending this sick demon is a wholesome mother and preacher.
#4 LIES FROM HELL! I will not accept her! I will not call her mother and I will NOT keep her demonic secrets. She will not hold me hostage with her feigned pretend love. She will not lacerate me over and over and laugh.
#5- That demon from the bowels of hell claims to the world that I want revenge. I don't want revenge. If I wanted revenge I would have shot her through the heart like she did my grandfather. If I wanted revenge I would have bludgeoned her old ass to death years ago. I cared for her when she was sick and feeble. I could have poisoned her or smothered her in her sleep. No I want JUSTICE! I want the Truth known to the world. I want other would be conjurers and Sooth Sayers to know that that is not the way. I want all would be pedophiles to get help, to seek the LORD.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
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