FREE YOUR MIND!!!!

One of my favorite songs is by En Vogue:

Prejudice, wrote a song about it.
Like to hear it? Here it go ....................................
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Why oh why must it be this way
Before you can read me you gotta learn how to see me, I said
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow.
Free your mind and the rest will follow
Be color blind, don't be so shallow

My Mother, bless her soul, raised me without a prejudice bone in her body. Married into one of the most prejudice families of the Old south.... (Note I said Old South, we have progressed,,,, some), she came from the hills of West Virginia by way of Washington DC,, were she met W.G.(Bill), whom she gave the benifit of the doubt (I would not have) even after meeting Grandma and Pawpaw McKPrejudiced. I have to admit that I have come from a background filled with hate, bigotry and prejudice. Some of the words in this post, may offend, they are not meant to do so, they just reflect the reality of my childhood background,,, and only by the grace of the Gods and my Mother did I make it throught without the Prejudice in my soul. Myself and my younger sister were lucky, my older sister took after the OtherSide, and is filled with the nonsense of our collective heritage..... Maybe it is because we all have different fathers,,, thank the deities!!!
W.G, and I were raised in a small town not far from where I live today, he the son of the chief of Police in a small redneck mill town. The 'Chief' is what everyone called my Pawpaw, and during that time, the 50's and 60s' for those who remember, the south was a different world. It was actually two worlds, and I am one of the last generations who will remember,, and thankfully I fell into the Other World that recognizes the collective guilt of my race. I remember two bathroom sets, one for whites, men and women, and the other a single sex BLACK.
I now own the Billystick my Pawpaw used on many of my mothers black friends. He used to brag about how many 'niggerheads' he had hit with it. I now conserve it in a special circle of magick and view it as a symbol that must be transformed into a power of good not evil. But it reeks of death and hate. But it WILL be transformed somehow, I promise.
We grew up in a small town with the KKK a prominent fixture, and not seen as idiots (that they were/are), but as leading figures of the community (Of Whites) We had like most small southern towns, a section called Niggertown. Just like in the stories you have heard before, this was the otherside of the railroad tracks..... Hell it was on top of the RR tracks! Actually very near the High School.. And they even had their own school,,, much much smaller and very drab,,, just less than a quarter of a mile down the road,,, from the BIG WHITE High School. This is where my father went to school and later it was changed into a Jr High School that I attended.
The Intergration, as it was called happened basically the year I was in first grade even though it was supposed to have taken place a few years prior. These were the "FORCED Busing years. Ho Hum (my alias name of our small town) was one of the last hold outs. We still had the Klu Klutz Knuts visit and recruit even while I attended school,, and we had Race Riots,,, lots of them,, but somehow the single generation that followed me thru my years, somehow didn't see Race the same. Most of my generation has progressed and moved on to the next step ,, yet there are many holdouts from those years.
My Mother she was and still is 'something else',,,, a 'proper' white woman who didn't care what color you were,,,, literally in bed with such a racist society,, a paradox. We talked today about those years and how she instilled in me and Anita something my other sister missed out on. Momma told me today how she has always wished that she was black because she loves a black persons skin color. She told me all about the first black person she met was when she was in the last year of HS. in West By GOD Virginia. She and her new girlfriend became the talk of that WV town!!! Momma was jealous of her hair and skin and I grew up with a White woman who wanted an Afro,,, I have Pictures!!
And she wanted the color,, really as ALL white people who worship the sun for that TAN do!!!
Momma always had Cadialacs and once had a Huge White Fintail that her and her black girlfriends use to tease the klanboys with,,,, They would get all dressed up in really nice fine clothes and Momma would dress in black like a chauffeur and drive her girlfriends in the back around to the Local Texaco gas stations to make the Klan boys who worked there get all pissed off. There favorite destination was not far from our house where the

Imperial Wizard

of the NC Klan worked,, this is no lie. Virgil Griffin was/is the idiot, and you can look it up on the internet about his status in the good ole vile Klan Klub. Momma and her girlfriends would go down to the gas station so that he would have to think that this White Woman was working for '''those''' black women. He hated it, and she would make sure that he would do the windows,,, they did that back then. And they would laugh and laugh, which really dug into the future Grand Poopah! So, the moral is,, if you remember the Texaco reference, those stations housed the klan in the south,, I know not all of them,, but a good many. Later Texaco faced a few battles themselves in regards to prejudice... It was imbeded within our society,, no matter how much we deny this fact.
Today our world still is a mess in this regards,,, much better sure, but with so much further to go. We must look to the "Plantation Owners" of today and ask,,, how did those guys (white mostly) make their money??? It was on the backs of blacks and poor white 'trash'. They know this but have hidden well in our society,, hell the epitome of Good Ol Boy runs the World now. And can't anyone tell me that the time he lived in did not affect him,,, psychologically... Plus the Oil Barron thingy... I think we should all look within ourselves and continue to pull out the fine hairs of the dog that bit us in the collective ass. It is our duty as humans.

This post is dedicated to my older sister. She was very angry with me when I told her that my genealogical research proved we had African American ancestors. She was vile and throws out the N word with impunity.
She reverberated,, "You may be a nigger, but I ain't" ,,, it really shocked me.
Unfortunately I was just teasing her,,, even though I didn't tell her that. She doesn't ,, as far as I could prove, have a lick of black in her,,, maybe that is just another reason I don't like her!!! She would die to know my mothers desire to be a black woman,(or my encounters with a few black brothers,,!!) and again she has lost out.
Again I thank the Deities for letting me take after my mother!!!

NOTE**** this post gave me some difficulties for posting reasons,, I could not load a picture and Amias let me know it was all in black print which is difficult for her to read, Her and Nova both commented ,, but I think I lost the comments trying to fix the post,,, jez!!