EVIL THRIVES ON HATE--NOT LOVE.
From the book, THE BEAUTY QUEEN… LET NO DEED GO UNPUBLISHED:
LIFE HAS TAUGHT ME THAT TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE NOT GOOD PEOPLE. OVER TIME-- I’VE LEARNED YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW SOMEONE UNTIL YOU’VE LIVED WITH THEM.
Every day of my married life subjected me to EVIL…at its ugliness. From the outside, the man I married was nice-looking-enough but inside---he was pure evil. He took enormous pleasure in bullying and hurting me… hitting and kicking my little dog… and hating anything or anyone I loved.
Several days ago---watching the horrible, sick video of the white Minnesota Policeman kneeling on the neck of George Floyd, a black man, immediately reminded me of my ex-husband and the very moment I realized he was a racist.
For those of you who fret about me stepping on too-many toes or exposing too-much of the truth, I recommend you STOP visiting my website. IF you don’t want to read THE TRUTH then stop reading what I write. I intend to write the truth about my life; to forever set the record straight.
Looking back to the early months of my marriage, I cringe when I recall one shameful, disgusting incident that revealed my husband’s dark side, a side that took pleasure in bullying and verbally abusing not only me---but also others:
“I easily remember the day Jack came home for lunch, bragging about how he’d disciplined the oldest employee at the family Printing/Office Supply Company. Resentful that his father allowed older employees to work as long as they wanted, my husband said it was time to put structure in the workplace and stop treating old workers with kid gloves. My husband smiled as he related the recent incident. He was so proud of himself.
Early that morning, he had ordered Elijah, the company's oldest employee, to load the delivery truck by ten o’clock for that morning’s furniture delivery. At ten o’clock, there was no furniture on the truck and Jack couldn’t find Elijah. Another worker told him Elijah wasn’t feeling well and had gone to the warehouse bathroom. Elijah, a black man in his late sixties, had been hired by Jack’s grandfather, decades earlier.
Everyone liked Elijah and considered him a member of the family--- everyone except my husband. Jack repeatedly complained that Elijah was lazy and "uppity"; that Elijah had been at the company too long and was worthless and spoiled. I felt nauseous when I heard my husband describe how he had gone to the bathroom and kicked the stall’s metal door repeatedly, yelling “Nigger, if you need to shit, do it on your own time! Get out here right now and load this truck or I’m gonna fire your black ass!”
Reading this again…makes me just as sick as the moment I heard it.”