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  1. @Troy Yes, I saw that part, I was speaking in reference to what she said about Beyonce. I plan to look into whatever it is that Beyonce is doing.
  2. @Pioneer1 I agree, they are trying to dumb us down constantly and the public schools are hit hard. What with all of the media technology nowadays, it seems like young people learn a lot from this source. And too, I think this attack on our intellect happened way before the 80s. But I hope that we will still have some kind of AfroAmerican magazine source and etc. @Mel Hopkins Interesting! I just recently realized something had to be wrong with the cosmetic line. I love Fashion Fair makeup and had been trying to find a store, aside from the internet, to walk in and buy the products. JC Penny used to be where I could buy it, but it stopped a few years ago. They now have Sephora selling inside the store and they don't carry Fashion fair. I also went Belks and I found out that they too, stopped. I love Fashion Fair most of all and I did some research and found out that they put some kind of 'red coloring' in their foundation, and this is the best for my skin. I've tried so many others and withoug a 'red coloring' my skin looks horrible. So, it's good to know that this cosmetic line is still out there. I was hoping that maybe, Walmart could sale it or somebody else.
  3. @Troy I don't follow instagram, so I really don['t know what the hype is about.
  4. @Troy I am not sure. I think that my friend was just being overwhelmed by the young man and, he was just flipped over her and trying to get her interested in a church activity so that he could hook her. I think maybe, he would have tried another avenue if she did not care to go to his church.
  5. @Pioneer1 I posted this same photo in a past post, but I cannot remember exactly where. You know, the fact that these are PHOTOS dates these pictures to be thousands of years after the original people lived in these Caucasus mountains though. And, the term for these people is something like ABKHAZIA or ABKHAZARIA? This term does connect them to ETHIOPIA and some of the present day villages in Russia, Turkey and elsewhere in the north are the same names in Ethiopia. Unfortunately, some of the Black soldiers at this time, I think may have been something like SLAVE SOLDIERS. That soldier has the similar uniform of another Black soldier who actually stands beside a massive predominantly 'all-white' military force! So, he was not a part of a Black military at all. Also, that WOOL TURKISH HAT [Seljuk head dress] he wears dates this photo too before it was outlawed. Yeah, the historians are very vague on the true origins, but they do know that these people are linked to Ethiopia at one point. They admit too, that they lived in East Europe and Turkey Anatolia and were slaves in Russia, but they provide vague information. I do think that they were definitely intermixed with the Colchians. There is a lot of amazing history about them, but it is scattered.
  6. @Troy THANK YOU!!! Oh Man!-- Troy, I don't know why they didn't call 911 or take her to the hospital. But, I know this, she was a 'spit-fire!'-- She was very bossy and she told me to take her home. I asked her if she wanted me to take her to the hospital, and she said, "No". If I had to do it all over again, yes, I would have taken her straight to the hospital! Yeah! She was really bad off. I'm so glad she was okay, but I should have taken her to emergency room. I think I panicked and just did not make good judgment. WHEW! Don't know, but I think that he was willing to do what she wanted because he was trying to get married! She didn't realize how sick she was. I had a delayed reaction, but I definitely regrouped and started fighting for her well-being. @Pioneer1 LOL! Thank you! Oh yeah... it was some highs and lows, some ups and downs... LOL, Yeah, when she said the word "slut" to her mother, I was like, Oh no! That's it, ... I can't even fight, but, I was like, this has got to stop. I had to get her off that phone, somehow. @Pioneer1 I am telling you the truth, NO ONE person said anything to me, it was A VOICE. Just when I got to work, sat down at the desk, this is what I experienced. I can't believe it myself, but it happened. I had absolutely no idea that my friend was sick. I had never called her from my career job in the 8 months that I had worked there. It was not until her 'best friend' called me that I realized what she had been doing for the past week or so. So, I say, 'supernatural' because it was not a normal happening at all.
  7. @Pioneer1 Thank you My brother! Again, thank you! I always ponder this happening but whether the two men, Gabriel and Michael, were human or etc., I don't know, but they came to my rescue that day but this I believe in that they were sent by the Supreme Being. I did not know anyone in that city and other than my house friend who was working on that Friday, I didn't know who to reach out to for help. The help just came! I can't speak for Mel or Cynique, but PIoneer, people in general can be beautiful in spirit or physically, and it would not be normal for people to not recognize this essence in someone just because they are Black or Asian, or White or etc.
  8. Michelle Obama is beautiful. I am interested in seeing what she is talking about.
  9. me either. I plan to look and see what it's about though.
  10. A Very Supernatural Weekend ~ It’s Raining Men Halleluiah This one short story of my personal experience one weekend back in late October of 1988 that I want to share became life changing. Actually, I am really embarrassed by my actions years ago and although I shared this story with my close friends and others at the time, I am ashamed and hope that my sons never read this account even as I also hope to publish it in a book one day. One evening back in October of 1988, I decided to glance at the horoscope in the newspaper and became so excited by what I had read that I ran out of my room and downstairs to share it with my girlfriend, Bette, a White Jewish girl sitting on the couch in our three bedroom townhome that we shared together and with another girl. The horoscope said that someone negative in my life would soon leave and Bette knew how upset I had gotten over this man that I had dated. At one point, I fell in love with him and was infatuated by his presence, but eventually, I came to hate him, and I wanted him gone; out of my life. It developed out of an office romance later, but looking back, I know that I was exploited, however, I let my emotions lead my decisions. That man, Black Doe, put our relationship on display on the job, and therefore, I was enraged. But to my surprise, Bette snapped at me in disapproval. She scorned me. She said, “You should be ashamed of yourself. You are supposed to be a Christian and here you are reading a horoscope. You know better than that.” Man! I was furious. I said nothing though. I turned around and marched back upstairs and pouted for a while before I went to sleep. I met this man, Black Doe, on the job and even though I had no interest in him at all, initially, I could see that he was beautiful. He styled a medium-sized afro. He was tall, slender, and very dark skinned and, his aquiline facial features and large eyes were mesmerizing. But, at this time of my life, I had so many other problems going on that I was absolutely not interested in dating. Also, in my office environment, there were four other men including my supervisor and we were all environmentalist at a major shipyard. One of the men, that became a part of my frustration was Black Doe’s friend, another gorgeous man, a tall, naturally tanned complexioned Native American named, John. He was well-built and, he had straight sandy brown hair which he wore long. One late rainy afternoon and months after I had been at this job, it seemed out-of-the-blue, my job troubles began. Towards the end of the weekend one day, I sat at my desk and I became completely involved in my work and became oblivious to anything happening around me. But then, I heard a voice behind me, and I looked up from my paperwork and slightly glanced behind me, and there positioned behind me was both Black Doe and John. Both leaned on the window ledge and they were looking at me, and then one of them said, “You are going to have to choose, me or him.” Oh My God—Wednesday—Thursday—Friday!” I am so humiliated to have to recount this part of my life but, because of what happened to me a few days later, I know that I may help someone if I bare this part of my soul. I now know that I should have realized that I was being victimized and made a better decision and I don’t know why I did not seek help, but I never did. What if I did report it? It would never have ended in my favor. H3ll, I’m a Black woman. Smh. Nevertheless, at that time, I never even gave it one thought, in that I was a victim of sexual harassment. I submitted because I thought, “well, they are both gorgeous.” Then, I thought back to their past conversations and how they would compete for my attention. Sometimes, I would laugh deep down inside as they would parade back and forth in front of my desk, and I thought, “they look like they’re doing the mating dance”. Then, I dismissed them out of my mind because I was having so many other personal problems, one of which was a strained relationship with my mother. On one occasion, for days, John repeatedly told me that he could tan so dark within a weekend that he could get as dark as an African American. So, one Friday, he did just that. When he came back on Monday, I was shocked at how dark he had gotten, and I watched him parade back and forth in front of my desk and I thought, ‘he’s flirting with me’. Geez. But again, I dismissed him but, on that fateful day that I was given an ultimatum, I realized that I had underestimated their intentions. Looking back, I now realize that no matter what I could have done though, I would still be a loser, and that becomes the reason I believe I came to experience a supernatural experience. I believe an intersession was made for me. I was forgiven for my stupidity. Because when I was a little girl in the 60s, I would look at the Jet Magazine and adore the Jet man of the week, I had developed a love for Black men, I fell for Black Doe. I became a product of the Civil Rights Movement. Soon though, I became furious and hated him because he put our Black Love on blast! Because I was not on any form of birth control methods, I began to fall on my knees and pray. And, I wanted him gone; out of my life. Much to my surprise, the Monday after I read that horoscope, I came to work and found out that Black Doe had put in his resignation with only a weeks’ notice and so by that Friday, he came to work for his last day. However, that was only one event amongst a series of stressful events that had been occurring in my life at that time. For the past months, I had gotten into more trouble and this would be yet another humiliating testimony that pains me to recount. I HAD BEEN BOUNCING CHECKS EVERYWHERE. I mis-managed my finances and although I had met with a lawyer and reached out to my mother for advice, I became involved in a dilemma anyway. To add insult to injury, my car was being stripped down, so-to-speak for, every time I went to have it serviced, it seemed that I was being exploited. My last escapade at a supposedly reputable shop, my gas gage needle was disconnected, and the mechanic wanted to charge me to repair it. But instead, I resorted to making sure my tank was filled with gas completely and I kept track of my mileage to and from my job and other places. So, on that fateful Friday in late October of 1988 when after I attended the office picnic party on Black Doe’s last day at the company, I became very depressed. I went to the bathroom and just cried, but however, I could not afford to cry for too long because I had a major deadline that I had to make. I had two outstanding checks at two different grocery stores and was warned that if I did not pay for them by 5:00 PM, the close of business day, I could be in Criminal court and possibly go to jail. So, after work, I rushed out of the shipyard and drove over the bridge to one store and paid the check fees and then, I had planned to drive down the road to the other store on the same street to pay for the other check. But my car would not start. It was dead. I knew I was doomed. But then, I decided to try and run down the boulevard, however, after I crossed the median to the other side of the busy street and began to run a little, I stopped and started walking slowly and I laughed. I was in heels and was in a pencil skirt. It was a ridiculous endeavor because it was 4:50 PM and I knew that I could not get to the store in ten minutes before the office closed. But just when I stopped running, I noticed a man driving on the other side of the median in a burgundy colored car pass me and then, he made a U-turn and drove towards me. He slowed down and rolled down his window and asked me if I needed help. I paused, hesitated and then said, “No thank you.” But he persisted. He said, “are you sure you don’t need any help?” Then, I laughed and explained my problem and told him that I did not think I could make it in ten minutes even if he drove me. But he continued to persist, and he said, “Well, let’s try. Come on.” So, I giggled a little but decided to give it a try, so I got in his car. I was so miserable that I did not care about my safety and had no fear of being in a car with a stranger. He was a beautiful White man with a glowing golden complexion, thick and wavy light brown hair and mustache, and he had light brown eyes. He drove quickly and made a U-turn and flew up the road and into the parking lot of the store. Then he told me that he would wait for me. I said, “Oh no! Don’t wait, I will be fine, thank you.” But, he insisted. So, I rushed in and was able to pay the bounced check and the fees. Afterwards, I walked down an aisle and stood way back in the store and looked out of the window and saw that the man was still parked in the middle of the lot with both of his arms over the steering wheel waiting for me. I threw my head back in dismay and laughed. Then I decided to stall and walked around the store and read magazines for about fifteen minutes in hopes that he would drive off. But when I checked, still, there he was in the same spot blocking other cars from driving in that aisle. I stumped my foot and began walking. I thought to myself, “I’m going to be raped. I’m going to be killed.” I got in his car, thanked him and asked him to drop me back where he had picked me up. I never said anything about my dead car. On the way back, the man never said anything, he just looked forward and had a pleasant expression. He saved me, I thought, so I will try and say something to let him know how much I appreciated his help. So, before I got out, I said, “thank you very much” and “What is your name.” He said, “Gabriel”. Umh. I thought, that’s interesting. Then I said, “I hope I did not make you late” and, then he said, “No, I am just going up the highway.” Then, he slowed down and stopped, and I got out, said thank you again, and closed the door. He drove off. At first, I was relieved because I was saved from going to jail. But then, suddenly I thought about my dead car and felt doomed again. The only one I knew that could possibly help me was my girlfriend, but she was on her job and about an hour away. I had no idea of what to do about my car. But I was exhausted so, I just wanted to get to my car and just sit down for a while. It was such a peaceful day in late autumn October, my favorite season. The weather was perfect, and I could feel the warm breeze through the huge old trees that shaded the road. But I was miserable. As I crossed the median and sidewalk and stepped through the grass onto the parking lot pavement, I saw another White man walking briskly towards me. And he said, “Do you need help”? And, I was alarmed. How would he know that I needed help? But, I laughed in surprise and said, “Well, actually, yes! I do. My car won’t start. It’s dead”. Then, He smiled softly and said, “Let’s take a look at it.” Then, I laughed and said, “Okay, but it is dead. Completely. There’s nothing that you can do.” But then he said, “Well, let me try.” So we walked over to my car and he got in and turned the key. Then he said, “Do you have a gas tank?” And I said, “No, and anyway, that is not the problem, I put gas in it this morning.” Then he said, “Well, let’s try that first anyway.” So, he beckoned me to his car and well, yes, I GOT IN! Here I go again, in a car with another stranger within minutes! He told me that he was visiting his sister and that she lived just down the road and had a gas tank. So, he drove a little way down the road and then turned into a narrow-secluded driveway past a house on one side and dense bushes on the other side, and to the secluded backyard and parked in front of a garage. I became afraid and thought, OMG, I’m going to be killed and no one will ever know. He got out of the car really fast and went into the garage and closed the door. Then, he came out with a gas tank and with a big dog! He opened the back door and the dog, a German Shepherd, climbed in. I thought, “Now, this is crazy, Don’t he know that Black people can have a fear of police dogs like this!” But the dog was calm and did not even bark. I looked over my shoulder at the dog, but he didn’t even look at me. I asked the man as he got in the car, “What is the dog’s name?” and he said, “Shep”. Okay, I am now thinking to myself… umh… this is weird. A shepherd. I asked him about himself. He was a beautiful White man, well-built, medium height, with a healthy glow to his complexion. He had thick, wavy black hair that was shoulder length and a mustache, and he had dark eyes. He wore tan baggy cache shorts, a t-shirt and dark brown leather sandals. He told me that he traveled across the country and that he was a carpenter by trade and did odds and end jobs. He also said that the last place he had been was in Texas. I became hot. I thought, ‘Am I imagining this or what?’ Then, he turned into a gas station. I thought to myself, “Okay, I am going to ask him his name, and if he says, Michael, I am going to die.” So, I asked him, “What is your name?” And, he turned and looked at me with a stern look and said, “Michael”, and then he turned and jumped out of the car and grabbed the gas tank and walked off. I immediately lost it. I grabbed my head and I lost control. I couldn’t believe it. This is no coincidence, I thought. I watched Michael walk back to the car and for some reason, he lifted the hood of the car partially and was doing something under the hood, but all the while, he stared at me with a sober face. I was flipping out in the car. I tried to play it off, I turned my head and tried to gain control. I was laughing uncontrollably and saying aloud, “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this. Oh My God, I can’t believe this is happening. What is going on? Jesus help me”. By the time that Michael got back in the car, I had gotten a little control of myself, but I was still freaking out inwardly. Nevertheless, he was completely calm and backed out of the gas station and drove back towards the grocery store lot. I said nothing else. I was quiet. I asked him no more questions. Then, he quickly got out of his car and I followed him back to my car. He opened the gas knob and poured in the gas and then he walked around and opened the hood. Then, Michael walked around and sat in the driver’s seat and looked back over his shoulder at me. I stood back beside the car. Michael had one foot outside of the car and he looked up at me and said, “Let’s see.” Then I said, with a weak giggle, “Okay, but I tell you, the car is dead. It is not going to start.” Well, he continued to look at me while he turned the key, and well, “Varooooooooooom”, the car started up like a charm. OMG! I backed up, bent over and grabbed my face and turned hot red! I squealed, laughed and exclaimed in disbelief! Again, I told him that I put gas in that car this morning! Well, he went from being calm to being firm. He then chastised me and said, “Your gas needle is broken, your running on empty, and you leave home without the comfort of a container!? Never leave your house without a backup.” God! I felt like I had just been chastised about my faith. I was running on empty. I felt like I had just been visited by a great spirit; two great spirits. In less than one hour, I met a man named Gabriel and then a man named Michael and they completely came to my rescue and left just as quickly as they came! Michael said nothing more, he just briskly walked away and got into his car and drove off. I got in my car and leaned back. It was twilight. I cried for a few minutes. Then as the evening became darker, I drove home and told my girlfriend this story that evening and she too was surprised. Even more so, over the weekend up to the beginning of the week brought even more wonders to my life. The heavens were rainy men, Halleluiah! That Sunday, I had decided to go to a visiting Church and afterwards, I came home and fell into a deep sleep and had another supernatural happening. While I was in a deep sleep, I was awakened within a vision to a very warm and comforting sensation on the bottom of my feet. Then I heard a voice say to me, “Don’t be afraid. I will lead you, I will direct your footsteps.” Then came another message; “Your mother is on her way to visit you. When she comes, she is going to ask you to move back home. When she does, be respectful, but DO NOT GO.” Suddenly, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door that afternoon. Slowly, I came to. I woke up and I saw my door open slowly and my roommate peered through the door slowly, and she looked in shock. Her eyes got big and she whispered, “Your mother and your sisters are here!” Slowly, I sat up in disbelief. It had been eight (8) months since I had seen my Mom or any of my sisters. What in the world! This was the first time that my roommates met my family. Slowly, I got up off the air mattress and prepared myself. I went downstairs and saw my Mom and sisters sitting down in the living room and my friends were trying to welcome them. However, my Mom seemed cold and said that she wanted to speak with me up in my room. So, they followed me upstairs and just as soon as we got inside, my Mom chided me. She said to me that she did not raise me to live with White girls. She did not raise me to live in a house with pets. My sister spoke and she went on and on about how nasty it was to live with cats and how they throw up hairballs and etc. I was quiet, dumbfounded. I said nothing. But then finally, my Mom said that she wanted me to move back home now. I almost passed out! My sister said that my Mom would “roll out the red carpet to me” …. Finally, I softly spoke and said, “Mom, I can’t because, I have signed a lease. I have to pay the lease.” So, even though, my mother’s face became threatening, she said nothing. Quietly, she turned and instructed my sisters to go. Within a few minutes they left. I escorted my family out and waved them goodbye and when I stepped back inside the townhouse, both of my roommates looked at me in shock. They said almost simultaneously, “What was that!” Then we all doubled over in laughter. I said, “Well, I don’t know, but Hey! Why do you think I’m here!? My Mom is like Joan Crawford bossy, ya know.” And so, my next day, Monday, becomes the most amazing part of this enigmatic time in my life. It was as if the Supernatural weekend ushered in the gift, the bread, at the beginning of the week. On Monday morning, my supervisor assigned me a major job, so I suited up and left the office. All that morning I surveyed a building with a team of workers who I directed to rope off the area and operate the crane while I took air samples. After I returned to my office lab and prepared the samples, I walked through the yard to deliver my samples to another department for them to be analyzed. And later, that afternoon back in my office, while I was asleep under my desk during my lunch break, I was awakened to a phone call. I thought, now who is calling me on my break? When I answered, I realized that it was the young man that I had delivered my samples to and he began to pursue me…He was a very a beautiful, well-built, tawny complexioned ‘Black’ man, with a medium sized and very black afro… He became my husband.
  11. My White Jewish Girlfriend & the Supernatural In response to a statement a few weeks ago, I shared a past and personal experience that happened to me back in April of 1994. I explained that a week prior to this event, I told my husband that I was suddenly warned about a job termination and other detailed facts that did completely come to light. At that time, initially, my husband did not believe me but afterwards, he now describes my experience as supernatural. Now, because I want to clarify another point about the voice and message that I had heard on that day in that it was definitely not a what was described as a WATCHER, therefore I will share some other supernatural experiences that occurred to me in the past that can be confirmed. A Watcher was described in this community to be something that can happened to people, but it is not G-D and also Watchers cannot intervene physically. So, based on this definition and other experiences that I have had in that past, I know that what happened to me on that day in April of 1994 could not have been a Watcher. Although there was more to the first story that I did not share, I do know that it was God, the MOST HIGH, that communed with me in the spirit. However, years prior to this event, I had other amazing experiences on a supernatural level when I lived in a townhome with two other girls in Virginia. Following would be a Short Story of just one account. Back in the latter part of October of 1988 when I had gone to work, I was suddenly given a strong message and without hesitation, I acted on it. But before I continue, I need to offer a little background in order to fully understand the circumstances that surround this time of my life. I had been living in this townhome for about eight (8) months because I was kicked out of my mother’s house back in January of 88 which happened to be around the same time that I was hired for this job. Fortunately for me, on the very day that I was told that I had to leave home, I received a call from this Jewish girl and she asked me if I could move in with her and another girl and sign the lease for a three (3) bedroom townhome. I actually had driven for about an hour to meet this girl weeks prior and interviewed for the lease, but she turned me down and had chosen another girl. Weeks prior to this second phone call, when I came home from visiting old college friends, I was abruptly faced with an empty bedroom. My mother and younger sister moved all of my things out of the bedroom and put it in the room of my youngest sister. My mother decided to give the room back to my younger sister with no warning. I said nothing, but I was furious. So, the next day, I responded to newspaper ads, and I drove around and interviewed to a couple of places. I drove nearby to be interviewed as a boarder in a townhome of a young White girl, Elizabeth, nearby and she accepted my application. However, a few days later when I came home from work, my mother and sister moved all of my things back into the single bedroom and, my mother said that she was wrong. So, I never told my mother I was leaving and did not want to upset her, so notified Elizabeth and she was upset because she had pulled the ad. Therefore, I gave her $30.00 to put the ad up again and apologized. However, the very next week, I was confronted again and this time, my Step-father became involved. This was my second week on my new career job. The week prior, I was about an hour late on my very first day of work, because, my mother barged into my room around 5:00 am, and demanded that I give her twenty dollars and I told her I had no money and she yelled at me and called me ungrateful and etc. until my Step-father got up and told her to leave me alone. But on the second weekend, and on that Friday, I came home and was burning up with fever, and took some drowsy cold medicine and laid down to sleep. My mother barged into my bedroom and woke me up and told me to drive my youngest sister and her friends to the mall and chaperone them, and I responded that I could not do that because I was sick and I drifted back to sleep. Moments later, my mother banged on the door and demanded that I get up and step into the hallway. When I came out, both her and my step-father shouted at me said that I was disrespectful, therefore, I needed to follow the new rules. I was to give them half of my paycheck every time I was paid and etc. or move out. I said nothing but I went back into the bedroom and laid back down. About five (5) minutes later, I heard the phone rang in the hallway, and then a knock on the door. The phone call was for me, so I stepped into the hallway to respond. “Hello, this is Bette. Uh, I was wondering if you are still looking for a room?” Then, I said, “yes, actually, I am.” I was totally surprised. Bette, the Jewish girl, further explained that the other girl, dropped out at the last minute and so she needed another roommate to sign the lease immediately in order to get the townhome. I told her that unfortunately, I could not sign because I would not get my first paycheck until a week later. So, about five minutes later, she called me back and told me that her father agreed to pay my portion of the security deposit and the first month if I would sign the lease… YEASSS!!! So, I quietly put the phone down and walked past my Mom as she was walking in the hallway. She had no idea of the nature of my phone conversation as she never knew that I had actually went to look for a place to live weeks prior. I went back into the room and went to sleep. On Sunday night, when I came back home from doing an errand, I found that once again, my things had been totally moved out of the single bedroom and into the twin bedroom! They done kick me out of the single bedroom again! But, moments later, I silently began to get my things and I went back and forth to my car and packed up! Then, my mother realized what I was doing, and she asked me where I was going? LOL. I was so angry; I almost couldn’t respond. But I said, “somewhere.” Moments later, my mother called one of my aunts and told me to go to the phone. So, I went and listened to my aunt babble a bunch useless words, but I basically said nothing. After she was done ‘saying nothing’, I handed the phone back to my Mom, and continued to pack up my things. I then got in my car, in the night, and began driving…crying… and driving… until I got to my new townhome which was about an hour drive distance. My new Jewish girlfriend left her air mattress in my room for me and I blew it up, popped some more cold medicine, laid down and went fast to sleep. I woke up a few hours later and went to work… THE SUPERNATURAL EVENT Eight months later after I started that job, one day I went to work and sat down at my desk and within minutes, I was given an abrupt message—seemingly Out-of-the-Blue. The desk I sat at was in the middle of a spacious office room and my back was to my supervisor, Mr. Clark Kent. I worked at a large industrial industry, a shipyard, as an Environmentalist. I was a workaholic, always on time, perfect attendance record. So, about five minutes after I sat down and began to work, I heard a voice that said, “Call your girlfriend now, she needs help.” WOW. I never called my girlfriend from my job. She did not give me any indication that she was sick or in need of any help. But, I immediately picked up the phone and called her. I knew that she was at work and I knew the phone number because I began to work there part-time. She worked at two jobs, she worked at a tanning salon and at a flower shop. Both she and my other roommate were angry with me because I ran up the phone bill, calling my mother, LOL, so I decided to work at the flower shop three nights a week to pay it down. That was still a time when land line phones were used and long-distance phone calls cost! Every time I picked up the phone to call my Mom, it was like, $1.48 per minute. So, even though, I was the one in the house that made the big bucks, however, I could not afford to just pay off the bill in one chunk. LOL. Plus, I loved working at the shop, it was relaxing. Anyway, I made the call, and abruptly, the girl that answered the phone assumed that someone had called me. She said, “I am SO GLAD they got you! Are you on your way?” And then I said, “What!? What do you mean? Is something wrong?” And then she said, “I thought someone called you. “We are all afraid. She can’t even stand up. She has to lean on the table. She looks like she needs to go to the emergency room, but she doesn’t want to go. Can you come and get her because we don’t know what to do? I’m going to walk back to the back. Here, you talk to her.” So then, my girlfriend responded, and she gave a weak laugh, and said, “Yeah, okay, they don’t want me to work.” And then, I said, “Okay, look, I am coming now. Tell them, I am coming now, but I am coming all the way from the shipyard, so it will be about 45 minutes before I can get to Williamsburg.” So then, I hung up, and slowly turned around, and looked at my supervisor. Then, I said, “I have to go now! I need to go get my roommate; I think she is sick.” And he said, “Sure, absolutely. Take your time.” So, I took off! When I got there and as I walked in the shop, a couple of the of the day shift girls ran up to me and grabbed my arms and marched me back to the back room. They said, “Oh My God, I am so glad you are here.” The manager was standing behind my friend and she had this shocked expression on her face. Baby girl was so weak she barely knew I was even there. She could not stand up but continued to lean on the table. She looked grey and her skin was waxy. I took her arm and she leaned on me all the way to my car and told me that she did not want to go to the hospital, but she wanted me to take her home. She went right to sleep or passed out immediately when I put her in the car and locked the seatbelt. I was like, ‘Shoot!’ –What do I do? Is she going to die while I drive or what!? Man! But when I got to the townhome, I helped her into the house and up the stairs and into her gown and into bed. She went right to sleep. WHEW! I didn’t know what to do! But this story gets even more interesting before the night was over. I made a mistake of judgment. However, about fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door. It was her new boyfriend, Bobby. He told me that she had called him and so, he went upstairs and moments later, Bette came down with him and out the door. He drove off! I was like, in shock! I decided to call my boyfriend at the time. I called him on his job and asked him for advice. He said, that I needed to call her parents. But, I decided to call around to try and find out where Bobby had taken her. I knew that he went to this Church and that Bette met him there. So, I called the Church office, and eventually found out that Bobby had taken her to a Church mother’s house, and I pushed and got the woman’s phone number. When she picked up, I told her that I was very upset that Bobby had moved my friend like that and I wanted him to bring her back to the house now! The woman tried to sass me and told me that all was well but, I told her that no, “All was not well.” The woman said that my friend had ‘broke her fast’ and so she gave her a plate of fish. I asked her did she know that my friend was seriously allergic to mostly all kinds of seafood, especially fish, and to my surprise, she said, “yes”. Then, I really lost it. She started to babble Bible phrases and I broke it off. I told her that I had to go back to work but that my friend better be back here by the time I get home because I am calling her father and I will give him your phone number! So then, I decided to call her older sister first and she was very bossy. At first, she said that Bette was grown and to let her make her on decisions, but then, she changed her mind. She asked me a series of questions and then decided that it was a really bad situation and then she told me that I did need to call the parents. So, I did, and her parents asked for me to call them that evening when I came back home from work. Just before I left to go back to work, the phone rang again, and it was Bette’s best friend, the manager of the tanning salon. And, she called and said that she wanted to thank me for rescuing Bette. Then I asked her, “What’s up? I had not seen Bette for about a week, and I had no idea that she was in trouble.” The manager told me that she had not been eating and that she had been going out with Bobby and passing out church flyers. Then I said, “I thought she was doing her usual and hanging out over your place.” Then she told me that she was afraid to call her parents because Bette was very hot tempered, and I agreed. But now, here I am, the one to take the fall. The Black girl. Smh. Right after that call, I got two other calls from the girls at the flower shop, and they too, thanked me for coming to Bette’s rescue. That night too, before I made the call, I had asked my other roommate to get on the other phone line and so, the parents began to ask us some questions. Bette was asleep in her room. To my surprise, my roommate, Shelly, a blonde-out-of-the-bottle girl from South Dakota, began to dominate the conversation and she completely degraded Bette. When I tried to intervene, Shelley got louder and spoke in this ‘cutesy valley girl tone’ and would not let me get in edgewise. She told the parents that Bobby was like some ‘Biker, Party guy’ and that he had long hair and that Bette was out with him for days. She told the parents that the Church was like a cult. She described Bette’s attire and said that Bette had looked like a slut! OMG! I flipped. She completely lied. She told balled -faced lies! And the parents were kind of quiet and shocked. I quietly put the phone down on my bed and tore out of my room and met Shelley halfway down the stairs. She was sitting on the bottom of the staircase. I said, “Shelley, Shelley,”, Then she looked back over her shoulders and saw me. I said, “Hang the phone up. Hang the phone up now. If you don’t hang that phone up, I will fight you. I WILL KICK YOUR AZ.” I was furious. Her eyes got really big, then she quietly hung the phone up and stood up and ran away. I grabbed the phone and snatched it out of the wall and ran back upstairs and picked my phone back up. I said, “Oh, umh, Shelley had to go. But, umh there is nothing wrong with Bobby. He is a Church boy.” I said, both Shelley and I went to visit that Church too, and it is an established church out of Europe; the Assembly of God. There is nothing wrong with that church, it’s just that Bobby likes Bette. He is a clean-cut kind of guy, I promise you.” But it was too late. I could tell that the father was set. The mother was relieved though, when I eased her mind about her daughter. I was afraid for Bobby because I knew that he would not be able to handle that Spanish Jew man! He was going to wrap that boy up. So the father told me that he was on his way and it would take him about seven (7) hours to get to Virginia from New Jersey. He told me not to tell Bette and that he was going to ease her back to Jersey for a few days. So, I stayed up all night on the look out for Bobby! LOL. I decided to pull out the sleeper couch and I got some clean sheets and made up the bed in hopes that the father would just go to sleep and not go out looking for Bobby. Finally, after almost exactly 7 hours, I heard a soft knock on the door. And the first thing that the father said when I opened the door was, “Where is he?” LOL. He didn’t even say, hi first. I knew he was probably ‘packin’. But, when he saw his bed ready for him, he immediately laid down and went to sleep. That morning, he woke Bette up and as she packed, both the father and I drove about 20 minutes to the flower shop parking lot and I drove her car back home. Then he asked me to start her car every day for a few minutes while she was away. Shelley left that night and I did not see her for days. But Bette packed up her cat too, and they headed back to Jersey. And, that hurt, because I became fond of the cat and he loved me. Fast forward, Bette called me a few days later and she was angry with me because I had called her father. She reminded me that she had already told me how dominant he had been and how he got mad when she dated a Black boy during her high school years and etc. She used to talk a lot and tell me a lot of fascinating stories about her Jewish relatives and their experiences in the Jewish Holocaust in Europe and etc. I knew that they were Catholic and that he was going to get angry when he found out she went to a Protestant Church. I did not respond back to her when she unloaded her anger towards me, but I just listened. After that phone call and a few weeks later at the end of the lease, Bette cut ties with me. She did not talk to me for two years. That hurt. In fact, I am still angry about that because, I was the one to take the fall, not her frickin White girlfriends. It was me, the Black girl. I am still furious. Her parents adored me though. Her mother showered me with wedding gifts and gave me her personal treasure, an heirloom ring. Her father tried to give me all of the furniture in the townhome when the lease was up. He liked my boyfriend and gave him a sit-down, father-son talk. I love that man, Bette’s father. I did reconnect with Bette and years later, she came to my rescue again when my mother had me arrested. But, even today, I never told her how I found out that her life was on the line that day. I never told her why I made that call that morning when I had just got to my job, and she was so spaced out, she probably has no idea, that no one, NONE OF HER WHITE FRIENDS or managers, called me or came to her rescue. It was me.
  12. @Pioneer1 LOL. There seems to be a lot of different themes being pushed in the film, not only that White man. This movie is connected to, I think, Girl Trip, so, I can see the similar themes. I just recently saw that movie, and don't know what to think really. I do think movies are used to push politic issues though. Oh but, because of the young girl in it, it will probably be 'intended' for little Black girls--conditioning--nonetheless.
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