Get up every day thankful for another opportunity to breathe, to serve Mathy Jane. It is very easy for the world to judge, to declare what they would have done or would not have done. They didn't know Martha. You weren't there, you don't know. You can't know. "I wudda .." Shut the fuck up! You would have been glad to simply survive, to merely outlive the bitch.
What you were going to do was let Mathy Jane have her way You were going to "back lie" with her, you were going to hate whoever she hated. Yes, you knew she was lying, she was wrong but you understood why she had a right to be wrong. She was our mother. We were fucked. Get over it. We needed her. We were black, we were bastards. We were supposed to accept our loser station in life. We were cursed, Hagar's children.
Lies from satan. We were cursed alright, not because we were Hagar's children, but, because we were Martha Jane's children. The bitch was crazy, she should have been locked up. Someone did not understand Christianity. Someone did not understand the principal of forgiveness.
My mother loved to bellow at the top of her lungs; "COME GIT YO'BEATIN'!" She seriously bellowed that vulgarity across the quadrangle . There must have been one hundred families that could hear her. There were only two other black families in that whole complex. One Japanese.
It didn't matter , I took to the hills, hid in the woods all day. "Come git yo'beatin'! Bitch are you fucking crazy? I wish the fuck I wud walk up on a beatin', just gon' let someone lay hands on me. Bitch you crazy! Bitch you might hit me, but you are going to have to catch me first. "
"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction." My mother harmed me, harmed us, harmed every one she envied for eighty-seven years. She demonstrated the pride, the harm of being too proud to listen, to learn.
If Martha's life never did anything her life has taught many to never resort to WITCHCRAFT!
"From such stay away."