I am going to share some of my father’s story to ask the Universe to have mercy on those of Us with no power in this debacle.

My Father’s Men, Beaty Men, were pastors and owned slaves about 2-3 generations behind my grandfather who died dead in a street with his truck rolling over him.

My Father was in the Womb of Eara Davis-Beaty.

By my grandfather’s generation, he didn’t have slaves and he was not rich in any way, shape or form. He was a common laborer.

See my point?

No?

Idiot you are.