Speaking Truths

I remember a White Woman telling me recently that America has changed and that we no longer use Jim Crow verbiage...

...I wonder from which American Nation she comes from?

Here in this country, the country I live in, I am still prejudiced against because of the richness of my mixed blood. Yes, I may be a mixed breed, but I have been around the South long enough to know better than the shit she spews.

I have had Hate crimes committed against me because of who I am and what I stand steadfastly for. Equal Rights for all peoples - no matter what Race, Relgion or sexual preference.

I have been prejudiced against because of the Cherokee Indian in my blood.
People don't ask fucking "How" anymore. For Pete's Sake, really? It had happened to me at Walt Disney World. Our Cherokee heritage is a strong and healthy one. How? How in the hell?

My Grandpa Roy's Grandpa fought in the Civil War. White Kinfolk. Was shot in the leg in 1863 and died in 1864. He fought simply because his home was being invaded by tha Yankee's. WE owned no slaves.

On my Dad's side of the tree we have the Spanish/Latino branch...

...and a branch with some of my blood that comes from them with dark complexion. From Africa. Morocco and the Spanish Canary Islands.

I have been called a Spic, Nigger, Injun, Wop, Cracker, Faggot, along with every profane word one could imagine.

It's like this, I know where I am in the South and I know where I come from. I also happen to be older than Miss. White Lady, teaching me to speak English.

Folks speak of speaking truths. I say to her, keep your truths and leave mine alone. I know who I am and from where my Peoples come from. I look through glasses that are clear - please, you keep your rose tinted glasses to your ignorant self.

And Miss. White Lady, don't tell other people how to speak when you speak with two faces. I don't know which one to look at or which one to listen to or believe in when you speak or write.

So for now, you are expelled like the fuming gas that comes from your breath. Those that speak ill of others predict sadness and misfortune on their own flesh and blood.

I am sorry for the bad news, it is something beyond my grasp. It was you who spoke with two faces - not I.

Speaking Truths...

p.s. With this Bone Anchored Hearing Aid sticking out the side of my left skull - this opens up a whole new chapter. Well, well, well...