Don't Tell Me What To Do: A Spiritual Memoir
Just kill me now, LORD! I'd rather be dead than alive, because nothing I predicted is going to happen. – Jonah 4:3

Why I hated Moms Mabley?

Answer

I often felt humiliated by people, ironically, not just by other kids, but by adults as well. The humiliation did not always take place on the outside, but at home as well.

Picture this scene taken from book, ARROGANT: The Memoir, . . ..

Every so often, mostly on weekends, company would come would come over to the house to drink and play cards. It was during these lively house parties that I grew familiar with the R&B and jazz artists they played on the hi-fidelity record player. There was dancing, drinking, trash talking in the hazy, blue-lit living and dining room. Moms Mabley would be telling dirty jokes from an album playing on the record player, her crackling, scratchy voice denouncing “washed-up geezers” and anointing young men as her sexual preference.

My mother’s husband, tipsy and loud from drinking, would spot me stranding off in a corner by myself and add me to Mabley’s funny jokes. The laughter turned from Moms Mabley to me.

“This here boy’s head is as long as a football field,” he would say about me. He would grip an arm around his stomach, leaned back into a chair and laugh the loudest.

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"...play cards. It was during these lively house parties that I grew familiar with the R&B and jazz artists they played on the hi-fidelity record player. There was dancing, drinking, trash talking in the hazy, blue-lit living and dining room. Moms Mabley would be telling dirty jokes from an album playing on the record player, her crackling, scratchy voice denouncing “washed-up geezers” and anointing young men as her sexual preference. ..."
"... My mother’s husband, tipsy and loud from drinking, would spot me stranding off in a corner by myself and add me to Mabley’s funny jokes. The laughter turned from Moms Mabley to me. “This here boy’s head is as long as a football field,” he would say about me. He would grip an arm around his stomach, leaned back into a chair and laugh the loudest. ..."

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