I knew she was dog meat, even though I was just an imaginative 2yr old that wintered night.
Granny’s cane approached like a heat seeking missile.
Dad Ninja’d the table while Mom shouted, “Do it, Baby!”
His feet slammed the woman’s chest as he snatched the cane centimeters from my jaw.
Dad lumberjacked her head with that cane. T-H-W-A-C-K!
It rolled somewhere under the table.
Dapper-Dad landed perfectly upright; the rest of her dribbled off the wall.
Turning to walk away, he growled in a whisper, “If. You. Evv-er. Touch…”
The ruckus at that dinner table sparked my reality.
Moments before all was church-quiet. A unified voice of angelic-reverence uttered “..in Jesus name, Amen.”
The lady to my right did not know that death loomed a breath away.
She took my hand, removing the fork saying, “No, dear, eat with…”
The new chorus exploded with blood, venom and claws gushing, “If the boy wants to eat with his left…!” “…touch. him. again!” “Who the #*$% do you think…!”
(The rest is not suitable for The Internet, as per Jesus’ request.)
That night my family affirmed that I could do anything I wanted.
As long as I did what I was told.
The space between these two was enormous. I became self-defined, with guidance.
Psychologists inform this downloaded definition of self occurs for all, by the time we are five years of age.
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This Core solidifies our sense of family. Oneness. Connectedness.
Ideal or ill.
This Core repeatedly surfaces, controls and dictates life throughout, but only to the extent that we do not co-habit another core.
One of correct, conscious construction.
The answer to Racism is simple. The answer to Racism is simply stated. The answer to Racism stupefies.
Just. Don’t. Do. It.
To the extent that one is racist is the extent to which dog meat prevails.
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