At 57 years old,
I still vividly remember the first time a white person spit on me.
Shallotte, North Carolina... 1965!
My grandfather took me with him the 10 miles from the deep country into town.
And the old white woman who called us Niggers and spit on us...
Well, that is North Carolina hatred!
And it is just as strong today as it was back in 1959 when I was born!
Here,
Presented for your perusal,
Is one example out of millions of reason for the hatred that comes from...
The DNA Of North Carolina!
RLJ
I still vividly remember the first time a white person spit on me.
Shallotte, North Carolina... 1965!
My grandfather took me with him the 10 miles from the deep country into town.
And the old white woman who called us Niggers and spit on us...
Well, that is North Carolina hatred!
And it is just as strong today as it was back in 1959 when I was born!
Here,
Presented for your perusal,
Is one example out of millions of reason for the hatred that comes from...
The DNA Of North Carolina!
RLJ
THE DNA OF NORTH CAROLINA
(Fayetteville, North Carolina)
The thick, waterless blood of the first whipped slave off the slaver boat…
It dripped off his back down into the ripe North Carolina soil.
His thirsty body could not muster a scream…
As the lashes slashed raw whelps across his fevered skin.
He fell to the ground in soundless agony…
He was too dry and hungry and weak to cry out aloud.
The slavers whipped him without mercy until he died…
An example of the horrors to come for the rest of the stolen!
His name was unknown to anyone else!
The slavers forbid the slaves to communicate with each other.
Speaking was punishable by being thrown overboard to the sharks.
10 men died that way… and 3 women, too.
Suffering in silence was the way of the slave ships!
This was serious business and mutiny was not an option!
Bread and water, rats and cockroaches…
That was the food for the hungry stolen in the dank darkness!
And now that the slaves have finally been exposed to light and soil…
Their first experience on North Carolina soil is witness to a painful murder!
And as the slow march to the slave market begins…
The cuffs attached to the chains around their ankles cut their flesh.
And all of the slaves… men and women,
Spilt their blood along the trail of tears of the stolen and sold!
Their DNA merged with the fertile earth…
Giving their spirits and souls to the North Carolina earth.
The whipped spills their blood into the soil!
The decapitated spills their blood into the soil!
The hanged spills their blood into the soil!
The raped spills their blood into the soil!
The murdered spills their blood into the soil!
The buried spills their blood into the soil!
The vanished spills their blood into the soil!
The DNA of ten million lost black bodies is in the soil!
When you walk on the soil… You walk on slave blood DNA!
When you breath in your air… you breath in slave blood DNA!
When you dig in the soil… you dig in slave blood DNA!
When you eat your food… you eat slave blood DNA!
When you chop down a tree… you chop down slave blood DNA!
When you grow your crops… you grow them with slave blood DNA!
The DNA of ten million lost bodies gave their lives for your life!
Untrue… those lives were taken by human thieves of humans!
What man, stolen from family and homeland,
Would willingly give his life for slavers who beat, whipped and raped…
His life, his overworked body and his beautiful proud women!
The blood spilt upon the Tobacco soil is the blood of the damned!
The damned who were forced to spill their DNA across the land…
This American land -- of the home of the brave and the free…
If you happened to be the Cracker in possession of the bloodied whip!
How deep does the DNA of the ancestors of Africa soak into the soil?
How many thousands of gallons of red African blood lays beneath your feet?
If a gust of wind blows dust into your eyes and mouth…
Are you ingesting the blood DNA of the ancestors of slave death?
And if you live in a Southern United States state…
Are you not bathed in the blood of the dead, anyway?
When you take a shower during the time of your day,
Are you not washing slave blood DNA all over your body?
The Oak tree spirits whisper at night when the midnight moon is high.
They tell each other dark tales of the old days in American history.
They talk about being forced accomplices of lynches and hangings!
They cried tree sap tears as they were forced to feed upon human DNA.
They remember the pure days before slavery blood DNA…
When the deer DNA gave them life without forced guilt!
But those days are done and gone forever.
In modern times it is guns and ammo sending DNA into the soil.
Today is a new day!
Today could be better than the day before…
But probably not… because of the shameful memories in the soil.
More black blood DNA is poured into the dirt daily.
From place to place… the shame continues,
The legacy of spilt black blood DNA!
America should weep for the black blood DNA already present in the soil!
Are you not tired of ingesting… North Carolina African-American black blood DNA?
RLJ
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