America's Ruthless Sins Against Blacke...

                                                       America’s Deterioration...

America’s Ruthless Sins Against Blacks...

America's history of racism and bigotry against its black citizens is very well documented.  It’s difficult to imagine how a nation can allow itself to descend to this level of iniquity, inequity and injustice.  However, it has happened quite easily in America.  This nation has spent centuries exploiting poor people, especially blacks. 

In a nation that touted freedom, liberty, and justice for all, blacks were enslaved  almost 400 years—a period in which blacks were required to be totally subservience to whites,  a period when the entire livelihoods of millions of human beings were stolen from them and the lucrative rewards of their labor, given entirely to whites.

In addition to this extremely long period of physical slavery, the entire American value system was based on the absolutely false premise of white superiority/black inferiority during the era of slavery and for at least another 100 years afterwards.  This incredibly wicked  and blatantly inaccurate ideology literally created a deadly cancer in the moral structure of America. 

Groundless Torture and Terroristic Treatment of Blacks...

Ultimately, America systemically created an atmosphere of sheer hatred and relentless resentment against blacks.  This bitterness has been accompanied by vicious, brutal and outrageously horrific treatment against blacks.

During slavery, blacks were whipped, lashed, and beaten relentlessly with virtually no or with very minor provocation.  Hanging of black men was a common practice, which was actually relished and encouraged by most whites.  The entire white community would attend public hangings of blacks and actually cheer at the horrendous torture of black hanging victims.

 Black women were also tortured.  They, too, were beaten and were constant victims of rape by white men and adolescent boys.  Little black girls were also frequently raped. These rapes were not even considered crimes, because of the prevailing ideology of black degradation and inferiority.  Whites established a law that mandated that if a person possessed one drop of black blood, that person was legally black.  Therefore, children who resulted from these rapes were considered black.

Inhumane Living Conditions for Blacks...

During slavery, living conditions for blacks were virtually the same as those for cattle and other livestock.  Blacks lived in barn-like shacks with dirt for floors, holes for windows, and scraps of hole-splattered pieces of tin for roofs.  Their clothing were mere scraps...whatever their white slave owners could find to cover their bodies.  Their food consisted of left-over from the tables of whites...mere slop.

After slavery, the living conditions of blacks often deteriorated to an even lower level, because whites refused to give blacks even a semblance of equality and justice.  In order to survive, blacks had to work relentlessly to feed, house and clothe their families. 

I grew up during the pre-Civil Rights era—the 50’s and 60’s; and I recall  abject poverty within the black community in the midst of vast prosperity among whites.  It was the norm for entire black families to work in the cotton fields, just in order to survive, while white families lived lives of leisure and comfort.  Generally, only men worked in white families.  Those were incredibly difficult and grossly unfair times.

Today, we can observe the same disparities—the haves and the have nots, strategically divided between whites and blacks....  Of course, the disparities are on an entirely different level now; but it doesn’t take a great deal of analysis to observe the very same hostilities, the same inequities,...same struggle...  all over again.

America’s Deadly Cancer...

The result is America’s current predicament, which has degenerated into a severely venomous, life-threatening cancer..It is now a huge, decaying,  gaping hole of filth and devastation...sheer ugliness... bulging from the belly of America.  It’s as if America has feasted on her hideous regimen of humankind’s inhumanity to humankind for so long that her deadly cancer is now out of control.

America can no longer sustain herself , for she is gravely ill as the result of a self-inflicted cancer that has eaten its way into the very depth of America’s being.  It has reached the stage of manifesting itself as a huge gaping cancer that has become so infected that it has exploded and lies openly exposed in her belly.  It is a huge mass... rotting, festering, stinking...It is atrociously filthy.  All this is openly exposed as America now lies immobile in her hospice care facility.

Although America has always flaunted her greatness and her superior prowess; she now lies flat on her back, totally debilitated as a result of her self-afflicted cancer.

America has destroyed herself with her own greed and wickedness.  She now seeks aid and support from any and everyone who is willing and able to come to her aid.

Is There Hope for America?

Indeed, there is hope for America

Although America has descended to the very bottom of the pit;

          Although she has committed all manner of atrocities against people

Although she has poisoned society so badly that its infection and stench of wickedness is available for the entire world to see;

 Although she now suffers from the degenerative effects of the world’s most destructive cancer;

Although her suffering now is beyond description....

America now lingers in horrible pain and incomparable agony...

Still...America’s suffering does not necessiarily mean that’s this is the end  for her.  Her suffering does not have to be until death.  There is hope; for there is a God of redemption, a God of  understanding, a God who has the power to heal even the most deadly of diseases, a God who forgives and restores...if one is willing to humble one’s self and pray.

 America purports to believe in Almighty God, although it is obvious that there is a vast disconnect between America's actions and her actual beliefs. However, even though America’s history is riddled with such horrendous atrocities, God is still ready, willing and able to forgive and restore this nation to the country she purports to be.

Hopefully, though, during this bleak period of suffering, America will come to her senses and suddenly realize that God doesn’t like ugly.  After all the Bible clearly commands us to “...do unto others as we would have others do unto us.”

By Theressa Wesley, 3-28-12

17-Year Old Black Male, Shot, Killed...By White Man. No Arrest

17-Year Old Black Male Shot, Killed... by 28-Year Old White Man.  No Arrest Made After Three Weeks...

Seventeen-year-old Travon Martin of Sanford, Florida was walking from a store to his father’s home with only a bag of Skittles candy and an iced-tea drink in his hand.  Twenty-eight year old George Zimmerman, the self-appointed community watch volunteer saw Martin and called 911.  His complaint—a black man was walking down the street ...probably up to no good.  Although the 911 dispatcher told him to disregard it and not to follow Martin, Zimmerman proceeded to follow him; and wthin a few minutes, shot him.  Martin died, pleading for his life; Zimmerman was NOT arrested.  This incident happened three weeks ago, and there still has not been an arrest. 
Millions of mostly Blacks all over the nation are enraged about this very, very, very troubling matter.  Radio and television talk shows are aghast with indignation; and the Internet is brimming full of posts, blogs and videos about this heartrending incident. 

However, my observation is that well over 90 percent of those expressing outrage are black people.   Whites voicing concern and outrage are generally talk show hosts and a few liberal whites who are brave enough to be identified as being appalled about the vast systemic racism that still runs rampant in America.

Conservative Republicans,,, Noticeably Silent

America’s huge crowd of conservative republicans are either silent or supportive of Zimmerman, the murderer of  the totally innocent victim,Travon Martin. There have been ridiculous accounts of how Zimmerman was right to suspect Martin.  They claim that there had been other incidents of burglaries and violence in that neighborhood; yet no specific cases have been revealed.  The only evidence of these cases is that Zimmerman himself has made over forty similar calls to 911 this year.   All... to no avail; all...similar to the Martin/Zimmerman situation, with no culprit for Zimmerman's racist claims.  The problem seems to be that Zimmerman has an out-of-control tendency to racially profile blacks, which is the ultimate symptom of systemic racism.

What are Conservatives' Actual Sentiments about the Travon Williams Case?

It is obvious that blacks are outraged about  this case.  Their sentiments are all over the media.  However whites, especially conservative whites, are virtually silent.
Generally, the only conservatives who even address this case are  radio and television news personalities and talk show hosts, who express some degree of outrage as they interview their mostly-all-black guests. 

And, of course, the entire world is literally shocked that America has descended to this level of racist lunacy.  But, what about conservatives?  How do they feel?  Do they, like George Zimmerman, think that justice was served...

·        That it’ is appropriate to follow suspicious-looking black males in white neighborhoods?

·        That blacks have no business walking the streets in white neighborhoods?

               ·        That the “Stand your ground” law is useful and just?

               ·        That Zimmerman should be applauded as a communitywatch volunteer

                ·        That segregated neighborhoods are alright in America?

               ·        That whites deserve privileged status in society?

               ·        That blacks do not deserve the same opportunities as whites?

               ·        That blacks are taking traditionally allotted privileges from whites?

               ·        That black young men are basically bad people and have no right      
                       to be in white neighborhoods?

              ·        That the rampant crime in society is caused by all blacks, not just a        very     tiny percentage (less than 5 percent of blacks)

·        That the vast economic disparities in society have nothing to do with rampant crime rates?

·        That blacks have no desire to enjoy the same economic opportunities as whites?

·        That blacks are just lazy, trifling, unmotivated people?

·        That the majority of blacks are not concerned about rampant crime?

What do whites—regular, everyday, run-of-the-mill white people—really think about the overall racial situation in America?  To whom or what do most whites attribute the current racial climate of our nation?  I wonder....

The George Zimmermans of the world certainly have no concept of the origin of the disparities that currently exist in America.  They merely see a society of have’s and have not’s, a society of vast disparities, a society of rage, bitterness and outright disgust.... 

Yet...the George Zimmermans of the world do not seem to comprehend the origin  and significance of this mass confusion.  They don't understand that all of this is based on a history of exploitation, oppression and injustice, which is the result of a totally appalling historical creation!  And even more disheartening is the fact that  the very same prejudices and racial impediments that existed during slavery are still prominent fixtures in the American ideological landscape in 21st century America.

(See tomorrow's blog on “America's Racial Dilemma, Past and Present.”

The Ridiculousness of America's Health Care Dilemma...

  RIDICULOUS OF REPUBLICAN RESPONSE
TO PRESIDENT OBAMA'S HEALTH CARE PLAN

 Republican health care rhetoric is so irresponsible and so facetiously cruel and sinister that one would think republicans are alluding to the health care provisions of robotic, non-human creatures from another planet.  They seem to be talking about perfectly-made, lifetime-sustainable beings who can be mechanically realigned or even  spiritually exorcised back to perfect health.  Republicans certainly don’t seem to be talking about the living, breathing,  flesh and blood, death-prone creatures that human beings actually are.

I can’t believe the abject callousness and insensitivity that flippantly reveals itself when most republicans discuss the issue of health care!  They totally dismiss the fantastic health care provisions in President Obama’s highly efficient and critically needed health care plan.  It’s as if these outrageously ungrateful republicans were given an incredibly valuable, precious gift; and rather than being grateful, they spew bitter vitriol and ridiculous racist venom all over the place!

They act like jealous little children who are angry and uncontrollably bitter, because their siblings were more successful than they were at completing a difficult task: 

•            “...We’ve been trying to finish this very same project for decades!” they    viciously complain among themselves.  "Now, the President’s administration has    come along and devised a better plan than we ever imagined!  Let’s refuse to acknowledge the President's accomplishments!  Let’s make it appear that he’s more incompetent than we are.  If we all remain on one accord; perhaps, the world will believe us.  After all, our skin is white; he’s black!” 

This actually seems to be the unspoken rhetoric beneath republicans’ blatant flurry of indignation about President Obama's health care plan.

If only republicans could muster the integrity, wisdom, and spiritual vision to take a step backwards and actually SEE, HEAR, FEEL, SENSE... the atrocity of their foolish actions...  IF ONLY....  Maybe then they would be able to understand the horrible wickedness of their ways... AND BE ASHAMED.

REMEMBER, MY DEAR FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS, GOD DOESN'T LIKE UGLY!

Written by...Theressa G. Wesley, 3-18-12

A Black Woman's Perspective of the Good Ole Days

             A Black Woman's Perspective of 

                     "...The Good Ole Days”

I listen with intense interest as the conservative right rants and raves...and longs for “...the good ole days.”  
            ...those days when truth, justice and peace reigned;

 ...those days when everyone worked and earned their pay;
... those days when people didn’t have to lock their doors;
...those days when children could play in their yards and not worry about crime or about being molested.

 All was great ”... in the good ole days,” they say!

Well, let me tell you what I remember about “... the good ole days.”  I was there!  I’m a 66 year old African American woman; I lived those days; and trust me--I never saw any “...good ole days”!  This is what actually happened:

 1.  Truth, justice and peace were only distant dreams in our imaginations.

 2.  Black folks worked like slaves in the cotton fields for .30 cents per hour,
while whites earned the white folks’ minimum wage of $1.50 per hour—and much, much, much more—in jobs totally off limits to blacks.

 3.  Good jobs for blacks entailed cleaning white folks' homes at black folks'
minimum wages-- .30 cents per hour.

 4.   We knew we’d better lock our doors, because the KKK and other hate- mongers ran rampant.  Do I need to elaborate? 

 5.   The South's “Separate, but Equal” LIE was the law of the land, and do I need to describe the blatant discrepancies in black and white "...separate, but equal" accommodations?  "Whites Only" and "Coloreds Only" signs were posted everywhere--on the entrances of virtually every public and private building--even on restrooms and drinking fountains!  It sickens me to even THINK of the filthy, deplorable, atrociously inadequate facilities that these dispicable signs directed blacks to use!

I could go on and on about “...those good ole days,” but it wouldn’t be anything pretty!  It would be a horrible indictment of the outrageously brutal value system and that those before us so wickedly manifested.

So stop deceiving this young generation about the merits of "...those good ole days!   It's just another of your great big ugly, facetious  lies!  It merely shows your deeply entrenched racist values and your demonic desire to return to a time of abject slavery, oppression and overt inequality.

Remember, Christians, God doesn't like Ugly!

Prayer for Strength...

My body aches....  My total being writhes with pain and agony this morning....  ...So many things I want to do today....  So many thoughts to convey....  So many Truths to explore....   So many miles yet to go....

Lord, give me the strength, the health, the will, the skill, the fortitude and spirit to do Your holy will this day.  In Jesus' Name I pray.  Amen.

Grandchildren...The Joy of...

My Childhood Prayer...

I once prayed for God to send my soul its mate--then, to shower us with His blessings of love, peace, contentment...God's divine joy and happiness.  And when our souls were united, we discovered that we were one...one in our dreams, hopes, desires...one in everything that mattered in this life.  We both wanted children...lots and lots of children...lots and lots of childhood fun and laughter and energy...activity...total joy...in our life.

Blessings of Eight Children...

And so, from the very beginning; God blessed us with children...

        A beautiful home full of children...
        An oversized customized van full of children...
        Arms, hearts, spirits... full of children...full of children. 

We were sooooooo happy; so full of God's total fun and joy every moment of our lives.  Our quiver was full of children--eight beautiful children; and we were the happiest two souls one could imagine!

That's right!  I said it correctly--eight children--
        All... with smart...absolutely brilliant, inquisitive, scholarly... minds;
        All...with happy, cheerful, bubbly, exciting, out-going... personalities;
        All... with unique, different, special in their own ways...spirits
        All...with deeply spiritual, solumn Jesus Christ-committed souls;         
        All...with gorgeously beautiful and handsome, amazingly  lovely bodies;
        All...perfect, totally perfect...in every respect. 
We wouldn't have changed one thing about any of them, even if we had tailor made them ourselves.  God gave us the complete desires of our hearts in our eigtht wonderful, God-sent children.

Now, we have fifteen grandchildren and three great-grandchildren...all... carbon copies of our children--physically, mentally, spiritually, and personality-wise.  Everything we could ask for...and more!  For years, all of our grandchildren lived in other states; and we only were able to visit with them a couple of times a year.  That was alright; we still had the opportunity to enjoy them on holidays and special occasions.  Our home was always jam packed with love and happiness...children galore; and our hearts were overflowing with joy when they all came home.

But now, we have four of our youngest grandchildrens in the same city and three more only live a few hours away--total joy!  To make it even more exciting, we get the opportunity to babysit these little ones everyday.  Now that's the fun part!  Today, I have three two-year olds and a five-month old to care for!  The excitement never ends!

I get the opportunity to teach them their ABC's, numbers, colors, shapes, manners, behavior, eating habits...all kinds of useful life skills.  The two-year olds are learning to master handling pencil and crayons, and understanding that "...you write ONLY on paper!"  Sure, these skills can be a little challenging to teach, but they're doing just fine; and I'm LOVING every moment of it!

They're all asleep now, so I get the opportunity to reflect on my blessings and write--another of my favorite passtimes.

When I think about the blessings of the Lord...all the absolutely amazing things He has done in my life; my heart leaps for joy.  If my body wouldn't contain me, I'd be bouncing high in the sky with the Lord!  He's been so good!

You see, I can remember from whence I came--a time of sheer poverty and devastation; a time when this society had my people so cowered down and desolate that we wondered what tomorrow would bring.

But, even during those times; God blessed me with parents and siblings and a support system that kept me hopeful and dreaming big dreams.  Even then, I knew that if I trusted in the Lord and remained obedient and steadfast, he would give me the desires of my heart.

I haven't done all the things I should have done in life.  I've made mistakes, made bad decisions, followed the wrong crowd, allowed the devil to lead me astray during certain periods of my life.  However, I have always known the source of my strength.  I have always strived to put the Lord first in my life, and when I fell short, He stood by me and showered me with His divine favor in spite of my foolishness.  And I'm soooooo glad that He did!

Now, I hold my blessings in my arms and thank God that I still have the physical, mental, and spiritual strength and fortitude to teach them of God's goodness.  I can still point them to the Anchor that will guide their little spirits all the days of their lives.  I can still guide and direct them to the tower of strength that is much greater, much more fulfilling and enriching than anything made by man.

Written by Theressa G. Wesley
3-12-12

Rush Limbaugh's Daily Rants...

For over two decades, Rush Limbaugh has been a loud-mouthed rabble-rouser of evil, oppression and ignorance, while mascaurading as one who is beneficent, just, noble, and morally good.  Indeed, he has shamelessly used propaganda and every conceivable sinister technique to display ruthless ignorance, insanity and insensitivity,  all... under the guise of Christian ethics, morality and truth.

I have listened with utter repulsion and disgust, wondering if such wickedness and evil actually exist in the minds, hearts and spirits of a segment of 21st century human beings.  Seriously, I find it difficult to believe that humankind can actually harbor such demented thoughts and maintain their sanity...their very link with the human species.  This level of ignorance and evil has to be the very epitome of evil ...abject insensitivity!

Darrius...Smart Little Guy!--Almost three years old...

I'm having sooooo much fun with this little guy!  He's been with us four days now; and when I say "...there hasn't been a dull moment," believe me!  He's full of life and energy, emotion, personality, humor...galore!  He's a real little fire ball!

He loves books!  ...constantly brings books and puzzles for fun activities; and if you won't read them to you, he reads them to you...with expression and realistic storylines!

And his little attention span is fantastic.  He's not three years old yet, but he can watch a television show for hours, especially football games or cartoons.  His favorite cartoons are "Go Deiego," "Dora, the Explorer," "Power Rangers,"   "Sesame Street"...all of them, really.

He especially enjoys little shows that allows interaction.  He answers all the questions...correctly.  Such a smart little fellow!

Overwhelming Sunday Morning...

Overwhelmed...

This morning, I feel overwhelmed...
crushed... jammed... pushed to the very limits of my capacity...
I find myself struggling desperately... trying with all my might... exerting my all in all...
yet...something within my spirit tells me, "It's not enough!  Try harder!
work longer, faster, more efficiently, more deligently....  Give it your all....

But...I've given it my all!  I've given everything I have to give--my life, my time, talents, tithes...the total tenth...and more.  I've poured tons of love... my total being...  I've given my all.....  What more can I give?  What more can I do?


And... His still small voice within me whispered... "Enough, my child; enough!  You've given your best, and that's enough!  Relax.  Come, now, into my kingdom and find peace, joy, hope, rest... everlasting....

_______________________

Written after rushing desparately to get to church, only to discover after I rushed to the car in the pouring, bitterly cold rain that, in the midst of the time change, I'm an hour late anyway!

Devastated, defeated, totally destitute and disgusted; I decided to stay at home after all.  Besides, I have an afternoon engagement.  Too much...too many demands on my time and weak, aching body, my tired, depleted spirit, my weak, weary soul.  To much!

Thany you, Lord, for your still small voice that speaks to me in moments of dismay and utter desperation!  Thank you, Lord, for your blessings!

Rush Limbaugh--A Dirty Old Man!

Rush Limbaugh—A Dirty Old Man!

By now, the entire world knows that for three days on Rush Limbaugh’s four-hour- per-day-shows; Limbaugh actually had the unmitigated gall to label a 21 year-old young woman, a slut and a prostitute.  We’ve all heard about how he rambled on relentlessly about what he referred to as her  "...excessive sexual life and her exorbitant use of contraceptives,”—Limbaugh  suggested  that the reason taxpayers are being burdened with such high rates for contraceptive medications is because women like thisa young woman “...are having so much sex”—a statement which, in itself,  is an outrageous absurdity!  Unlike Limbaugh, sensible adults understand that women do not require a different contraceptive each time they have sex.  ...Such ignorance!

Still, Limbaugh proceeded to make a ridiculous spectacle of the entire situation,  simply because the young woman spoke out against recently proposed sexually discriminatory legislation against women. 

To make matters even more repulsive, the world is utterly stunned at Limbaugh’s suggestion that the woman be required to post her sexual encounters on the Internet, so that he(and others) can watch it “....if [we’re] going to have to pay taxes for her contraceptives,” Limbaugh added.

Limbaugh is about 66 years old; the young woman is 21.  Is this the epitome of the proverbial “...dirty old man mentality”? ...or what?

Not only was Limbaugh’s three-day, 12-hour tirade against this young woman an outrageous insult against her—and women in general; it revealed Limbaugh’s blatant ignorance of current contraceptive products and procedures.

This entire scenario brings several probing questions to mind—

         Where has Limbaugh been living for the last fifty years...?   ...Under a rock?

When was the last time Limbaugh had sex with a woman of reproductive age? 

          What kind of contraceptives has Limbaugh  and his sexual partners been           using? 

Perhaps a better question would be “Is Limbaugh familiar with sexual and reproductive anatomy, products, and procedures?” 

 It appears that what Limbaugh really needs is a course in Sexual Education 101.  How ignorant, obnoxious, and blatantly inconsiderate can a dirty old man be?

Darrius'Sweet Little Personality

When this precious little child was born almost three years ago, we had no idea of how sweet, sensitive, and smart he would become!  He's absolutely awesome--full of fun, excitement, and interminable activity!

...A wide, radiant, brilliantly glowing smile that literally shines forth from his cute little muscular frame is the first thing one sees when meeting Darrius.  He's, indeed, a joy to behold!  His little chubby hands gesture so perfectley as he attempts to articulate the depth of his heart-felt sentiments.  Already, he speaks in precise, complete sentences.  ...Such a smart, perceptive, and pleasingly comical little guy!

He loves to joke and play with people!  After he has totally won your heart and soul, he begins his little mischievious joking interactions.  ...And he knows exactly how to engage people.  His little inquisitive, imaginative mind is full of questions.  He wants to know absolutely everything about his entire surroundings, so his little perceptive mind and out-going personality keep people engaged until they are utterly exhausted.  He's a little rabble-rouser, full of excitement, fun and interminable activity.

I just love my little Darrius.  He's going to be with us about a week this time.  I'm really looking forward to spending this quality time with him!

Darrius' Grandma
2-8-12, 3:06 p.m.

Prayer for My Children...

Prayer for My Children

My Life Quest: To love and serve God and my fellow human beings... by treating others as I would like others to treat my children.

I’ve lived my life—its ups and downs; and now, my children’s time has come.

Three generations of my offspring face this life...so filled with toil and endless strife.

Each one must step forth in this world; and life’s raw slate, each must unfurl.

Each one must make the choice of good or evil deeds, based on the creed each heart perceives.

I pray, Dear Lord, they’ll heed Your Word and trust in You, in spite of whom all others serve;

I pray the Counselor You sent will be their Friend until the end;

I pray Your Angels will encamp around their hearts and form a hedge

to keep them safe, secure, protected...

from the demons’ threatening surge.

I pray Your brilliant light will guide them, Lord, by day, as well as night…

and that they’ll always be Your servants,

despite challenges and plights.

And when our work on earth is over, Lord, I pray You’ll take us Home

where we’ll all join You forever on Your peaceful, shining shore.

In Jesus name, I pray. Amen.

Theressa G. Wesley, Oct. 10, 2011

Darrius...

Darrius is the younger son of Rashida.  He's three years old--a little muscle-bound, heavy-voiced, comical-personalitied, loving-spirited, charming-dispositioned little guy!  He literally lights up a room when he enters!

I haven't had the oppportunity to have Darrius' little personality in my home every day, but when he's here, he's a blast--a little busy-bodied blast!

Darrius' passion is football.  He sits and watches football with the interest and concentration level of a grown man!  When his mom Rashida neeeds to keep him preoccupied, she merely puts on a video of a football game, and he will watch it for hours...literally, hours...non-stop!

...And not only does he watch the video, he's up and running every play.  He really knows the game...inside...out!

His little body is built like a football player.  He already looks like he has all the pads, etc. on.  That's just how he's built--little short, muscular frame...with huge calfs and thighs, buldging arm muscles, a big round bald head, with big pretty eyes that twinkle and glisten with happiness when he smiles his wide, broad, constantly glowing smile.

Then, when you add his little comical personality to his total demeanor, he's just a little barrel of fun and laughter.

Darrius loves to play and joke with people--especially his grandpa! 
The two of them are a mess together.  They joke and  poke fun at each other all the time!

Although Darrius is only a year older than Jaxsen and Mykah, he's the little boss.  His one-year maturity advantage gives him the seniority in their little league, and he loves to take advantage of it too.  Sometimes I'll ask Darrius to tell the kids to come to me.  Not only will he deliver the message, he'll BRING them to me...sometimes pulling them by their arms or shoulders.  "Come on in here!" he'll tell them authoratatively.  And they obey his orders.  Although he doesn't get violent with them, they know he's so much stronger than they are, and they don't want his overpowering strength on them.

Seriously though, they all get along just fine...thoroughly enjoy being with each other....  They're just three peas in a pod!



Since Darrius lives in Oklahoma, we don't get a chance to spend a lot of time with him.  However, Rashida occasionally leaves him with us for a week or two.  When he was about a year and a half, she left him with us, and although he did just fine, he was really upset with her when she came to pick him up.

He was so upset with his mom that he wouldn't even kiss her or have anything to do with her.  He wouldn't talk to her...wouldn't even look at her, and wouldn't even sleep with her that night--and he always LOVES to sleep with his mom.  He simply hovered under me the whole time.  The next morning, he warmed up to Rashida a little.  But he was toooooooo upset with her for leaving him a whole week!

We did accomplish one thing during that week though.  He decided to stop sucking his bottle, which he totally depended on before that..  And it wasn't difficult for him to leave his bottle behind.  I bought him a sippy cup and gave him all his beverages in it, and he had no problem with it.  I really enjoyed that week of bonding with my precious little Darrius.


I'm really looking forward to Darrius coming to visit us this week.  Rashida, Gwen, and a few friends are going to Jamacia for five days.  Elijah's in school, and Darrius is coming to visit us for a week.  Can't wait--two days away!

This time, our objective is to get him potty trained.  We'll see!

Written by Theressa G. Wesley

Gwen and Rashida's Jamacian Vacation

My Dear, Holy, Almighty Heavenly Father,

Thank you for blessing me and my soul mate with eight beautiful, brilliant, absolutely awesome children.  My heart fills with joy at each thought of their amazing spirits...and at the presence of their total beings.  Now Lord, two of them and friend Patrice are headed to Jamacia to have the time of their lives!

Lord, please enter their minds, hearts and spirits and go with them each moment of this vacation: lead them; guide them; help them decide each step that they take...each decision that they make... each conversation, action, reaction, and inaction that they undertake....  Walk with them; talk with them; lead them into the path of goodness  and righteousness and happiness....  Bless them with the peace,joy and contentment that only You and Your Holy Spirit can give them.  Shine down upon them in Spirit and in Truth each moment of their days and nights of this vacation and bring them home safely, excited, renewed...ready, willing and able to go forth and live out the lives that You have decreed for them.

Lord, I realize that their young minds will imagine mischief and detours from your Holy Will.  Their precious hearts and bodies will be tempted in various situations.  But, Lord, give them a glimpse of You in the midst of Satan's interventions.  Help them to overcome his demonic endeavors and to know that in You--only in You and Your Holy Spirit--can they have total joy, peace, contentment, and lasting satisfaction.

They have learned of You all their lives.  They know the glory of Your goodness and Eternal Holy Presence.  Live in them, I pray.

These blessings I ask in Your Precious Son Jesus' name.....  Amen.

Written by Theressa G. Wesley
3-8-12, 3:44 a.m.

Childhood Insanity Manifested in Adults...Satanic Counter-Productivity

When one misses love, support, direction, self-esteem... as a child; one's total demeanor sometimes becomes warped, distorted, confused...prone to a life of confusion, destruction, dismay, low self-worth... a dependence on others for everything, including one's very own validation.

However, this does not have to be the case.  People have to realize that they are responsible for their own actions as adults--their fits of anger, disillusionment and dismay...all those negative, Satan-inflicted bouts with evil that threaten to change people into Satanic agents, roaming rampantly in the midst of an otherwise sane world.  Indeed, There is hope for these people!  There is a remedy for those  who are warped, distorted, confused... about their identies. 

First of all, adults must realize that only they are responsible for their actions--no matter what unfortunate circumstances in life befell them as children--once they become adults, they alone are responsible for the choices they make.  If they mistreat another human being or cause physical, mental, or emotional harm to another person, only they are responsible; and only they will suffer the consequences for their actions.

Face it!  Adults assume responsibility for their own actions, or they cease to reap adult benefits in this world.  My advice to those consumed with bitterness, dispair and confusion about childhood experiencs--Get over it!  Grow up!  Get on with life!  You're only hurting yourself!

Written by...
Theressa G. Wesley
3-7-12

Jameel, Jr.

Jameel...

Jameel is the oldest son of Jameel, Sr. and Lajarlyn.  He's five years old.  Since he's now a big boy, he doesn't come to grandma's house when his mom goes to work.  He goes to school.

It's amazing to see him in his "big boy" mode.  He walks, talks and acts like a big boy.  He loves his big boy role too.  When I leave the room, he asks, "Am I in charge?"  And when I give him permission to be in charge, he authoratively explains his rules:  "Now Jackson and Mykah, you have to do what I tell you to do, or you'll get in trouble.  You have to be good kids now!"

Jameel LOVES sports--any kind of sports!  He's played on a basketball team since he was three years old.  He's a good little basketball player.  His Dad spends lots of time with him, teaching him basketball tricks.  He uses a part of his living room as as a two-goal basketball court; and Jameel spends hours playing basketball everyday. 

Watching him play basketball is so reminiscent of his dad when he was his age!  He would spend practically all of his time in our back yard, playing basketball!  Since he didn't have the luxury of having an inside basketball court, he had a court in our back yard...and he had literally run and played and stumped all the grass down.  There was nothing but smooth,hard dirt in our back yard--hard enough for him to dribble the ball as if he were on a real basketball court.  All his friends would come over to play basketball on his basketball court.  They actually thought they were little basketball players.  They'd play until they were exhausted.  Then they'd come inside for refreshments.  I always had their favorite snacks--pizza, hot dogs, chips...whatever was available...and something to drink , usually water or juice.  Sweet drinks were treats around my house.

...But this is about Jameel, Jr.--a little basketball champ in his own right!  He can dribble the ball and shoot as well as a much older child, because he spends most of his waking hours on the basketball court--when his mom's not working with his academic skills, that is.

And Jameel likes to pretend that he's having a real basketball game.  He knows all the college and professional teams and players...and all the details about their records.  So when he pretends, he playes one team against another.  Their games are really lengthy too.  He divides the games into quarters and even has half time when the players go into their locker rooms and prepare for the last half.  He's the coach, so he gives them lots of good advice.

It's really funny to see him similating his games.  He has the same music that professional teams use at half time and at other points in the game.  He even sounds the buzzer, has an announcer, etc.  Amazingly, all of this is going on as he is running up and down the court playing basketball.  Sometimes, he similates these games several hours before he is totally exhausted.  He takes occassional breaks for gatorade or water.  But when the game is over, he's really tired...sometimes, ready to take a nap.

Jameel also likes to similate football games.  He knows the college and professional football teams and players too.  He uses a different approach for his football games though.  He uses pencils, crayons, or pens as his players; and somehow he determines who is winning by how the players knock each other over.  It's hilarious to see him totally absorbed in his game, calling all the plays and concluding with winners.  Sometimes he even has tornaments and playoff games.  What an imagination!

Soccer is another of Jameel's favorite sports.  He started playing on a little soccer team this year.  He always wants Grandpa and Grandma to be there.  He absolutely loves to play really hard and score.  I always yell and let him know how proud I am of him.

My favorite sport to watch him play though is basketball.  He is so advanced to the other little boys his age; because not only does he LOVE the game, his dad LOVES the game.  Both of them are totally absorbed in basketball, so it doesn't surprise me that he is such a good player.  I'm sooooo Proud of him!

Academics...

Although I've been emphasizing Jameel's love and involvement in sports, he's just as excited about learning.  He has always liked to learn!  We started teaching him his alphabets and numbers as soon as he was able to talk, and he absorbed everything we were able to teach him.  Now , he's the smartest child in his kindergarten class. 

He's already reading at least a grade level above his grade and is instantly mastering every concept the teacher presents to him.  He LOVES his teacher, Miss Platt; and she has taken a really positive interest in him.  She is amazed at his enthusiasm for learning, so she tries to teach him as much as he is willing to learn.

Lajarlyn, his mom, spends lots of time at his school, helping with whatever needs to be done; so Miss Plat really appreciates her.  This also encourages her to work really hard with Jameel and to be extraordinarily involved with him.

Artistically...

Jameel is a fantastic artist--loves to draw and create things.  His dad's a church pastor; so his family spends lots of time in church.  Although he has learned to listen and be exceptionally attentive in church, his mom lets him take his journal to church, and he writes and draws pictures.  Usually, he draws pictures of either a football or basketball court, complete with players, audience, coaches, etc.

It's amazing to see the detail of his pictures.  He draws a really precise court with the players in their positions and even the names of the competing teams on each end of the court.  In the background, he draws seemingly thousands of spectators.  The overall picture is so lifelike.  When he explains the details of his pictures, he points out the specific players, coaches, etc.

Then beside the picture, he often writes a story about the game.  It's amazing how well he writes at five years old.  He spells the words as he pronounces them, so some of the spelling is a little off, but he does an exceptional job with his little creative mind!

As you can see, I'm really proud of my little guy!  There's so much I could write about him, but I must stop here.  Other duties call me.

Jaxsen...

Today, my day was brightened with my three little bouncing bundles of joy again-- six-month old, Alex; two-year old Mykah; and two-year old Jaxsen!  I've already written about Alex and Mykah; so today, I'll focus on Jaxsen.

Jaxsen is the second son of Jameel and Larjarlyn.  His older brother's name is Jameel, Jr.  Jaxsen is really small for his age, but he has a huge personality and presence!  Let me tell you what I mean:

Jaxsen always walks in my house stepping big--taking long steps--and talking loudly.  His first words are, "How are you doing today?"  After  a response, he replies loudly, but very politely, "I'm good!"  And he really does try to be good for the rest of the day; but somehow, something always prevents him from being the good little guy that he really does try to be.

For example, today, he opened the refrigerator for the very first time--an accident waiting to happen!  Well, our (his and mine) favorite coconut pie was right in front of his eyes; so he took it out and tried to put it on the counter.  However, as he attempted to reach the really high counter, the pie tipped and splashed all over the floor.  His little feelings--and big boy pride --were shattered just like that delicious coconut pie!  All I could do was grab his tiny body and hug him.  I couldn't scold him about being a bad boy and opening the refrig at a time like this.  After all, this was the very first time he'd been able to open the refrig...and he was just trying to get his favorite pie!

But still, he was wrong; and I had to let him know...even in the middle of his deep saddness at ruining his pie and embarrassment of trying to show off his big boy skills.  So I held his tiny little body close to me and kissed his little head.  I explained that I understood that he really wanted some coconut pie and that he was trying to be a big boy; but I told him that opening the refrig was one thing I didn't want him to do...that from now on, opening the refrig is a no-no.  "Do you understand?"  I repeated, "...a no-no!!!"  His big bright brown eyes, filled with tears of saddness and embarrassment said it all as he responded so sweetly and so politely, "Yes mamn!"  I think my taste buds were more disappointed than he was though --I was really looking forward to having a mid-day slice of coconut pie!

Jaxsen is tiny, but he can climb and jump  and handle his little agile body like an acrobat!  It's amazing to see him maneuver his little body into really difficult positions and spaces.  He knows that it's difficult for me and Grandpa to pick him and Mykah up, so he lifts himself whereever he needs to go--his high chair, in the bed, on the commode...he's even learned how to climb up into his crib.  And there's not a door in the house that he can't open, so I have to really enforce my "no-no's"; otherwise, he'll end up in the middle of the street!

He uses his little agile body well on the basketball court too!  I bought them a little basketball goal when his big brother Jameel was about his age.  The goal is too short for Jameel now, but it's perfect for Jaxsen, and he's really good at basketball now.  He can make those jump shots like a champ, and his dunks are so cool and sleek you would think he's much, much older.  I thought Jameel would be the one to live out his dad's dreams of being a great basketball star, but Jaxsen is right in Jameel's tracks.  He loves basketball!  Sometimes he shoots the ball for really long periods of time...even if noone is playing with him.  Mykah occasionally plays with him, but she prefers doing her girl things.  Jaxsen, though, is all boy.  He likes doing what he sees his big brother doing.

He's really doing a good job using the bathroom to pee-pee, but he absolutely refuses to have a bowel movement in the commode or potty seat.  We're working on it, but he just hasn't made up his little mind to do that one.  He usually finds himself a quiet, solitary corner and does his business.  When I ask, "Who do I smell!"  He quickly says, "Me!!!" because he hates walking around with that nasty pull-up on.  He gets a chance to put on big boy underwear after he has his bowel movement everyday, and he likes that!

Lajarlyn and I've been teaching him his alphabets and numbers; and he's doing really well with them.  He can recognize lots of them; he can sing the ABC song; he can count from one to ten; and he can spell his name!  He loves to write on paper, although I'm still teaching him that he must write ON PAPER ONLY.  When he first learned what pencils and crayons were, he had a time trying to restrain his energetic little mind and body.  He would write on whatever he could.  One day, he somehow got a permanent marker and marked on my white leather chair.  Luckily, it's on the top and back, where it's not very visible.  I've been able to clean up his other mishaps--with his help, of course.  He LOVES to help me scrub and clean the rugs and furniture.  ...Such a good little helper!

I thoroughly enjoy this little guy--as sweet and smart as he can be!