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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 – T.I.s(Targeted Individuals) don’t let anyone treat you like dirt.

Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou (Photo credit: Rusty Darbonne)

Receipt Please

Receipt Please (Photo credit: Peter π)

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” – Maya Angelou

What’s it like every time you go to the store?  Are you treated rudely?  Are you ignored?  If you order something from the deli, does it always look like crap?  Have they purposely overcharged you, and then you had to return to the store to get your money back? Every time I go to any grocery store that’s the type of treatment I’ve gotten.  I do not want to lose my temper, so I say nothing.

But one day, I had some time, while waiting for the bus, to read my receipt.  I usually don’t pay any attention to what it says on the receipt, except to make sure that the right change has been given to me.  And on the receipt it usually says something about customer feedback.  Well, I decided I had enough b.s. from the sales people.  So I got on my computer and gave the company my feedback.  I answered all the questions asked.

Today, I went back to the same store and its deli section. Well, to my amazement, the store clerks could not do enough to help me.  I got taken care of right away.  When my food was given to me, it didn’t look like crap. And I wasn’t overcharged for anything.  What a change in behavior!  So getting on the computer worked its magic.  Some one at the top must have let the store know it wasn’t happy with how their employees were behaving.

If you’re being treated like crap,  get on the computer and answer the company’s feedback form.  Written words still have their magic.  I’ve called  the company several times and talked to customer service, and I’ve never gotten any satisfaction. But my written words of complaint had power.  The written word is still very potent.

Don’t let anyone treat you like dirt because you’re a T.I.  You deserve to be treated with respect as everyone is.  Don’t let the gang stalkers get away with anything.

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