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Take This Bread

August 31, 2013 • By


Submitted by Dr. Misee Harris

My dad recited the same Bible verse, Matthew 26:26 every Sunday during Communion, “While they were eating, Jesus took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying Take and eat, this is my body.” Soon after communion, that is when the offering plates were passed around and the real “bread” that my dad was mostly concerned with, was the giving.  At the young age of 7, I had no idea that this hard earned money given by the people of the church was actually financing my brand new swing set, pool, sand box, and my brothers’ custom basketball court. I had become accustomed to this lifestyle. Nice presents for my birthday, big Christmases and shopping sprees. Mom always acted as if everything was just fine. She never skipped a beat. My life was as normal, if not better than, any other 7 year-old; at least that is what I thought.

     I was 9 when my mom filed for divorce. Things had progressed from bad to worse at my house. Mom started sleeping in my room at night, which really infuriated my dad. He was such a control freak. Everyone in the small town of Lewisburg, Tennessee, thought he was the best man ever. I mean he was the pastor after all and the most self-righteous man they had ever known.

     It was a Sunday night when mom and I planned our great escape. Dad came in reeking of alcohol. He burst through the door in my bedroom and stood over my mother in a state of rage. I witnessed the entire thing. You see, I had started sleeping with a knife underneath my pillow out of fear that my dad would someday try to harm my mother. It was only a butter knife but I kid you not, the way I had planned to use it was to poke his eyeballs out if necessary. He then jerked my mother from the bed and demanded that she get out of the house. I jumped up and slid my feet into my house slippers and followed my dad as he pulled my mom out of my room and down the stairs.  After had dragged her out of the house, he finally let her go and we ran up the road.  It was a very dark, humid night and my newly pressed hair quickly turned into a large afro. I, with my pajamas on and my mother in her house coat, began the journey of leaving our lives as we knew it behind.  When we stopped running to catch our breath, I turned around and looked back down the street.  I could see my dad in the front yard ripping out all of the pages of my mother’s expensive nursing text books. My mom exclaimed, “We are never going back, never!”  I was happy. I had grown tired of my dad being so controlling.  I was so proud of my mom.  She was in the process of finishing her nursing degree as well as trying to gain her independence. 

     We walked several miles until we made it to Renee’s house. Renee was one of my mom’s classmates in nursing school and, for the most part, knew everything that was going on in our house.  She knew that my mom was ready to leave my dad. Renee welcomed us into her house and made a place for my mom and me to sleep. Mom braided my hair into two cornrows and reminded me that my nappy hair would not be an excuse to skip school and that I would be going to school the next day. Renee was Caucasian and definitely didn’t have a hot comb in her kitchen drawer, so the chances of getting my hair straightened was slim to none.

          Mom and I were only able to stay at Renee’s house for a few days. My dad found out where we were, and kept vandalizing Renee’s car and mailbox. Mom couldn’t allow Renee’s family to be in danger so the only choice she had was for us to move into the projects.

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Stolen Identity

August 6, 2012 • By

Stolen identityMy sister Paulette B. opened up 2 credit cards in my name and ran up the credit cards.  I am now stuck paying for the bills and she is acting like it was no big deal.  I thought I was being careful not to have a purse open around Paulette her or anything of value as we have long known of her drug problem.  Paulette stole money from my parents and siblings and we have all but given up on her.  She holds her kids over my mother and threatens to keep them away from us.  She is holding my folks hostage but I cut ties long ago.  I don’t know when she decided to target me, but she got away with it for a little while.

I started getting bills at my address for credit cards I knew I did not have.  I dismissed the first 3 or 4 thinking they were junkmail.  I certainly did not need another credit card and was doing quite well financially.  One day, I decided to open one of those bills.  To my surprise, it was a bill from a major credit card to the tune of about $3500.00.  I was not worried, because I knew those charges were not mine.  I decided to call and inform them, they had the wrong person and I did not want my excellent credit ruined.  Well, I found out that I did make those charges, except it wasn’t me.  It was my sister!  After matching up the date opened and adding a few other things that didn’t make sense together I figured out it was her.

I discussed this with my folks who told me that I shouldn’t do anything because Paulette was family and to give her a chance to pay it back.  I refused and told them that the only way I could keep my credit from being affected was to file charges and let the police handle it or pay it off.  I had to do this against my parent’s wishes.  I could not let Paulette get away with screwing over our family any more.   Paulette cursed me out and called me every name in the book, but I was not going to sit idley by and let her get away with this.  By the time I was almost done straightening out this mess, I realized she had opened up another card.  I was too through with her and reported that as well.  Both credit card companies removed the charges from my accounts and closed them.  Paulette is in jail on other charges but awaiting court for the new fraud charges.  I feel sorry for her children and offered to keep them while she is away.  It is not their fault that their mother is a criminal drug addicted loon.  I’ll be happy to care for the kids as they are innocent.  My parents are somewhat to blame for enabling Paulette’s behavior but I would not be a part of it.  I had to work hard for my excellent credit and name and was not willing to allow it be torn apart by anyone.

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