nccotus

in South Florida–before Obama–I was on a psych ward after a serious overdose. That would be about 2007.

there was a psych tech–a young Black man–who was talking up matters of race in the groups. He pointed out that it was about the sex. That a plantation owner could commandeer a female slave off of her husband and make her pregnant and then send her back.

I had three visions about Black World during that psych stay.

First, a Black female psych tech who was watching over me put me in a globed room in my mind with a young female slave 200 years ago, who didnt know who she was or where she came from only knew that she needed to obey the woman of the house. Bewildered.

Then, another night, I saw 4 Black male slaves running in terror from a young White male, the son of the house, who was brandishing a whip.

One day, the Black psych tech stood outside my closed door saying, “The only dream I ever had was to kill a White woman like you.” I could see him in my mind, his jowls pulling back and his bicuspids gleaming. I had broken his smile so he broke mine.

I had another vision, me standing on a verge in the road with a Black freeman, a straw in his mouth and a hat. I was stuck there, 200 years ago, not knowing if I would ever be able to come back.

so I got out of the psych ward but I severely brain damaged. But had to get up and atem a day or two after I got home to meet the situation that caused me to OD. I was hearing weird music and having weird dreams.