Self Hatred People have categories of tactics that is designed to cause you to hate yourself. My mother is mixed and so were my grandmother, and great grandmother. I remember when I was child, my mom told me that she was teased at school and was called a half white nigger by Blacks and she was hated by the whites who looked down upon mixed nationality with a passion. The same happened to me even though I am a few shades darker than my mom, and I am not a red head like she. When I was a child the females who were darker than me said ugly things to me to hurt me for whatever reason. So what I did was baked myself in the sun over a period of years to darken my skin. Therefore my former yellowish complexion turned to a caramel brown. It is an ancient tactic to use physical features as an object of attack. But our features are not the reason for the attack. There is something else stirring in the souls of perpetrators who pull the race card to justify their hatred though the preconscious beings are deceived as to why they despise their targets. I have been called a nigger a few times by whites and at that time I was upset about the incident. I was not angry because I hated the word nigger because I love it. I was angry because of the motives of the “wanna be superior idiots” to turn me against my own self so that I can self-destruct eventually. That is what we call psychological warfare. Even though I was angry when the ignorant whites screamed, “nigger!” I said in my mind, “I am not trying to change the fact either. You can call me nigger all you want, but the last thing I will do is grab some skin bleach and hide the fact that I produce melanocytes in abundance.” I would not advise people to react strongly to these words coming from violent, unconscious people as I did in the past. I did not know any better because no one taught me. I learned the hard way. Nigger is an ancient, noble, term; however, the evil doers decided long ago to regurgitate the word back to the Blacks so as to turn Blacks against their original nature. Do you not see that when the sky appears to be Black that is the only time you can get a glimpse at the celestial bodies other than our beautiful and glorious SUN DISK, the nucleus of our star- system? Unless you take the initiative to see with your mind’s eye. People will say damn near anything to hurt you because they hate themselves. And they would like for others to experience their pain as well like the little girl on the motion film, The Ring, who was thrown into the well by her mother who was sick of the bizarre things that was happening as a result of the child’s existence. And so the child materialized through media devices and killed innocent people just because they were ignorant of her story. Misery loves company. My previous phrase is the basic premise of this letter.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 00:50:35 +0000