Oh Honey BEAMING!!!

DEAR COUSIN KAREN!!!

Yes, I'm BEAMING! "For such a Time as This!"

OUR Journey is "Spiritual", and the fact you reached out to me with those precious documents, can only mean; You KAREN MIA WALTERS are  "Spiritual", Anointed, "Chosen", and as Clairvoyant as OUR Grandmother Rachel.

Please fasten your seatbelt! Prepare to be overwhelmed with "secrets"  not shared with you, with us, for ridiculous reasons, pure ignorance and fear has held us in bondage for far too long.

 Jerome Walters Jr.,  was "murdered" February 10, 1939. Shot dead by a "Family friend"; Mr. Bruce Jacobs, of the famous Mr. George Jacobs Clan.

(Background) Jerome Walters Jr. was called Junior! That was his name. Named after his father, quite accidentally. When granddaddy told the midwife to give him the "old man's name", he meant Artemus, his father's name.  Once the wrong name was written, quite by accident, no one protested or "much minded".  

* Artemus being the horrid creature he really was, few wanted to saddle their child with that "burden".  "Mays well" name him Captain Ahab or Hitler.

 From my understanding,  he (Artemus/Team Walters),  was not only extremely violent, very white and very RACIST!  He was EVIL! Hated all Black people, identified as "Injun and white".  Never hit a lick, was always the Overseer", the enslaver, the crook, the whore.   

Never saved a dime, died broke , and full of hate for any,  and everyone darker than snow white.

Junior was very tall and quite handsome, was the spitting image of his father. He was well known for his high intelligence and generous nature. 

Junior was casually walking across the field that led to Highway 301. Bruce Jacob's house , a brown one story , wooden structure, with a huge front porch,  sat right there. 

A line of modest cottages lined that Highway. IT was the Heart of the Village, a Black Mecca of successful "Coloreds". (Former slaves and Crowatan and Lumbee "Indians")

Bruce sold "Likker". This one particular day, as Junior was innocently walking by, Bruce had taken out his .45 to kill this "drunk ass, ignut ass nigga", that was clowning on his porch. 

The dumb nigga came in Bruce's HOUSE, raising hell!  Bruce raised his pistol to "kill duh nigga", his mother grabbed his arm, trying to stop Bruce from doing the worse. The gun went off, the bullet strayed, hit Junior in his Aorta. Grandaddy was summoned! Mr Jerry McClaim provided his brand new Buick. They rushed to town knowing there was only one hospital that would take Junior, High Smith Rainy . (A place where the survival rate was nil at best.)

Karen, OUR tall, handsome, brilliant uncle,  lost his life needlessly, and very painfully. He bleed to death in his father's arms and Granddaddy never got over it.

Karen, I'm going to stop now.  However, do know, grandmother Rachel got some work for US!

Much Love.

Your FIRST COUSIN Gwen!