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Gang Stalking – ___colonalism would crumble from the weight of its ignorance and greed___

What’s below are passages from Maya Angelou’s book “The Heart of a Woman”.

[Vus studied Political releases, Guy did schoolwork and I read The Blacks. During the third reading, I began to see through the tortuous and mythical language, and the  play’s Genet suggested that colonialism would crumble from the weight of its ignorance and greed, and that the oppressed would take over the positions of their former masters. They would be no better, no more courageous and more merciful.

I disagreed. Black people could never be like whites. We were different. More respectful, more merciful, more spiritual. Whites irresponsibly sent their own aged parents to institutions to be cared for by strangers and to  die alone. We generously kept old aunts and uncles, grandparents and great-grandparents at home. feeble but   needed, senile but accepted as natural part of natural families.

Our mercy was well-known. During the thirties Depression, white hobos left freight trains and looked for black neighborhoods. They would appear hungry at the homes of the last hired and the first fired, and were never turned away. The migrants were given cold biscuits, leftover beans, grits and whatever black folks could spare. For centuries we tended, and nursed, often at our breasts, the children of people who despised us. We had cooked the food of a nation of racists, and despite the many opportunities, there were few stories of black servants poisoning white families. If that didn’t show mercy, then I misunderstood the word.

As for spirituality, we were Christians.  We demonstrated the teachings of Christ. We turned other cheeks so often our heads seemed to revolve on the end of our necks, like old stop-and-go signs. How many times would we forgive? Jesus said seven times seventy. We forgave as if forgiving was our talent. Our church music showed that we believed there was something greater  than we, something beyond our physical selves, and that, that something, that God, and His Son, Jesus, were always present and could be called “in the midnight hour” and talked to when the “sun raised itself to walk across the morning sky.” We could sing the angels out of heaven and bring them to stand thousands thronged on the head of a pin. We could ask Jesus to be on hand to “walk around” our deathbeds and gather us into “the bosom of Abraham.” We told Him all about or sorrows and relished the time when we would be counted among numbers of those who would go marching in. We would walk the golden streets of heaven, eat of the mild and honey, wear the promised shoes and rest in the arms of Jesus, would rock us and say , “You have labored in my vineyard. You are tired You are home now, child. Well, done.” Oh, there was no doubt that we were spiritual.]

If blacks are really as spiritual and Christian as Maya Angelou writes, why  are they not being Christians toward people like me who never done anything to them? They have become as the writer Genet suggested. That they would become just like their masters, no better and no more courageous. And I agree.

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Gang Stalking – Apology to my readers.

If you’ve noticed when you read my blog, there are no photos. The hackers removed Zemanta, that’s the free photos provided by WordPress.com. I usually can get into the settings and re-set, but I can’t do it anymore. They’ve also removed photos from readers who make comments on my blog. All that shows is a grey picture. Some readers also complained to me that they can’t get into my blog.

Well, since I use the computer at the library, I’m not allowed to do anything about it. I’m allowed to use the computer, but I can’t make changes to it. I’m lucky I’m able to type my blog. Believe me, typing my blog is a miserable experience. I swear you’d quit if you had to put up with what I have to deal with every day.

As soon as I come into the library, all the perps are waiting for me to get on the computer, so some of them can hit me with electricity, others can hack my computer, make coughing noises, clear their throats non-stop, and a lot of them imitate every little thing  I do. A lot of noise and talking goes on. They’re allowed to make as much noise as they like. The librarians will not tell them to keep quiet. The librarians help them by giving them numbers on stick-it grey notes. I can tell someone is new by the grey sticker they’re using. I see the same perps show up almost every day. Some come once in a while, but I know what all of them look like. And there are idiots, who when they sit next to me, do a lot of laughing, or imitate my strokes when I type, or make a guttural sound, like cavemen.  The men are in different stages of disrepair, and think everything they do is funny!   Most  perps at the library are men.   They come in all sizes, shapes, colors, ages.  Women also show up to hack the computer, but  the same ones don’t show up all the time, but they’re just as bad as the men, if not more annoying.  With a few exceptions, most of the women take care of how they look. They look as if they take a bath. I can’t say the same thing about the men. A lot of them look like hobos.

I’m writing about this because I have no control over the library computers. I can’t change a thing on them, or it’s  good-bye  for me.  So I hope you can understand why I can’t make changes when readers tell me something’s wrong. I apologize.  I hope you’ll keep reading my blog.

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