Thank you "The United States Air Force" dba the military for the trauma in and out of the military. All you fools that think you were slighted for not being able to get in; you had better thank God! Not only was I raped and traumatized in the military but even more so, when I got out.
"Well, why didn't you get out?" you might ask.
"I couldn't! Once you are in their system there is no way out! I innocently wanted to be a soldier like my uncles.
I could not use any of my benefits, even though I had a DD214. They made it where I could not even take swimming lessons. I could not serve on a jury (Ft Worth sent me a notice for jury duty, 50 years too late.) In Little Rock Arkansas, they had a field day on my body. I worked at the Flight Service Station, when I had a nervous breakdown, they sent the chief to harass me.
Federal Aviation Administration was crooked and still is.
Black "pussy" was cheap to come by, especially in the doctor's office. Nobody could prove the man behind that white coat was an officer. So what if he was breathing deep and turning red in the face? So what if he was pumping you a little hard? So what if he needed another doctor to do the same thing, and another, and another?
Niggar pussy was cheap to come by, white men were always the doctors.
I know witchcraft and Satanism are being used on myself and my family.
I PLEAD THE BLOOD OF JESUS. Therefore I cut and burn all ungodly silver cords and ley lines, in the Name of Jesus.
I asked my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ why these children of other nationalities, especially Asian and Mexican or Hispanic being thrust in my path of walking. I felt like Daviel in the scriptures (Daviel 10:13-21) when he prayed to the Lord and it took 3 weeks for the Archangel Michael to help the angel with the message to fight the territorial prince of Persia.
Now if it took 3 weeks for Daniel to get an answer, I'm not surprised it took me decades. What answer was I looking for?
Why are these people throwing their children in front of me? It used to be Niggars and white fucks, they stopped. Why?
It was Children's Hospital in Dallas, Texas. My youngest son, who was about 4 or 5 years old) had been diagnosed with asthma and it was hard for him to breathe. I had admitted him in the hospital but wanted to stay and spend the night, I didn't trust them. He really was having a hard time breathing. I would get up and pray by his bedside periodically. I wondered why the nurses seemed so unconcerned. God, God, God. They finally put a tube down his nose, they said that was to help him breathe.
What do I know? I'm just a praying mother.
Fast forward several decades...that same son, a grown man now, remembers something...
"Mama, do you remember when I had that asthma attack when I was small and had to go to the hospital?"
"Sure, son. But which hospital? Oh, I remember it was Children's Hospital in Dallas, it's now called Children's Medical Center Dallas, 935 Medical District Dr. I was so afraid to leave you there, it took a while, but you got better. What about it?" I said.
"Well, mama, I remember them testing me and doing psyc evaluations to see if I was at risk of harming myself and others."
"Why would they do that? You had asthma, you were a child...what is going on? Are they accusing me of harming you?"
There was a witch hunt for child abuse, all over television...they showed a clip of a white man making his child sick while in the hospital.
Whenever white folk do hideous crimes, they hunt the black communities to duplicate the crime. God help us!
"I don't know, mama!"
I'm tired of trying to figure this out. I want to say fuck them, but I don't know who is fucking with me. You say it's the devil, I can't box the devil. I can't do the principalities physical harm...Lord, I have been wrestling so long! When do I win?
Psalm 119:176 O Lord, Rescue Me Again!
Psalm 31:1-14 New King James Version (NKJV)
The Lord a Fortress in Adversity
To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.
31 In You, O Lord, I put my trust; Let me never be ashamed; Deliver me in Your righteousness. 2 Bow down Your ear to me, Deliver me speedily; Be my rock of refuge, A [c]fortress of defense to save me.
3 For You are my rock and my fortress; Therefore, for Your name’s sake, Lead me and guide me. 4 Pull me out of the net which they have secretly laid for me, For You are my strength. 5 Into Your hand I commit my spirit; You have redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.
6 I have hated those who regard useless idols; But I trust in the Lord. 7 I will be glad and rejoice in Your mercy, For You have considered my trouble; You have known my soul in adversities, 8 And have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy; You have set my feet in a wide place.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; My eye wastes away with grief, Yes, my soul and my body! 10 For my life is spent with grief, And my years with sighing; My strength fails because of my iniquity, And my bones waste away. 11 I am a reproach among all my enemies, But especially among my neighbors, And am repulsive to my acquaintances; Those who see me outside flee from me. 12 I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind; I am like a broken vessel. 13 For I hear the slander of many; Fear is on every side; While they take counsel together against me, They scheme to take away my life.
14 But as for me, I trust in You, O Lord; I say, "You are my God"