Where in “polite society” does a man walk up to a woman he does not know, has never been introduced to, and grabs and hugs her without a word and walks away ? Answer: In a small-town Pentecostal Hope Fellowship church in Oregon. That’s where.
I was standing in the church’s entryway among a half-a-dozen women when some man hurriedly walks in the door, grabs and hugs me without a word and walks away. Lord Have Mercy ! Why me ? The man, turns out, is the newly hired and paid for church pastor. I’d like to have “dropped” the guy.
Why me? A Christian lady from Chicago who also spent several months in New York City at 18 years old. Why me ? I have a tad bit of ptsd from my early adult years prior to age 19, where on numerous occasions black men egregiously injured me.
I was the tall, 5’10” fairest-of-them-all- natural strawberry blonde lady, dark skinned men can’t get enough of.
I’m 5’9″ now, I’m old and I’ve shrunk. Any how, I wish my parents told me this predator stuff. Actually, I remember my mom did tell me when I was a teenager that, “Hispanic men will be attracted to you.” Lord have mercy ! That’s an understatement.
My mother did not work as I grew up. She was very well educated at Saint Mary-of-the-Woods, Catholic liberal arts college in Terre Haute, Indiana and always sat on the loveseat in the window reading the newspaper or something or other. Mom was the daughter of the finest man I’ve ever heard of. Grandpa Kelly became a doctor in World War I after his dad was kicked in the stomach by his horse on his Sullivan, Wisconsin farm and died suddenly. Grandpa married Grandma, Mary who was a Red Cross nurse.
Mom had absolutely no experience of any kind with the goings on outside her lovely suburban housewife life. I was raised in the “fancy-schmancy” suburbs of Chicago, predominantly all-white residents, and during the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960’s watching television, I felt sorry for colored people as they were called then, when I was a kid and, of course being curious me, befriended a few. No one else in my family did so. What the hell is wrong with me ? I can’t believe the pain I endured in life, being me. My mom told me when I was in elementary school that I asked her in front of the A&P grocery store when I was four, if colored moms have chocolate milk out of their boobs when they nurse their baby ? I am and remain a very curious kind of girl.
I have to tell the story of Leslie Marshall, my funny colored friend in my choir class at Tippecanoe Junior High School in Lafayette, Indiana. She would crack me up good. Leslie was animated and fun. Once, I was invited to her home which was dark, I recall. She told me that her dad was a police officer. I recall she told me he was a chief or captain. I could hear the police radio going off in the back room while Leslie was cooking dinner and showing me how to make gravy and to always keep the gravy covered. Leslie Marshall was probably a year older than I was. I started school when I was four; not six, like children do now.
Leslie Marshall tells me as we’re sitting around their lousy formica table that her dad was raping her. What the hell did I know ? I was about 14-15 years old at the time. You report this to your parents and the police immediately if ever someone tells you an adult is having sex with a minor. Do you understand me ? Same with if someone is beating on someone. It is called battery. Call 911.
I never told anyone about it. In fact, while I’m at her house a black boy named Prince, I recognize from speech tournaments where we would be bussed across Indiana was suddenly standing in Leslie’s living room, when she asked me if I wanted to be with him. She’s talking sexually. Lord have mercy, no ? I can still picture this. I said, “no.” I could have been raped. Remember, I was a Catholic. Catholics are virgins when they marry, like my mother was. Leslie’s bedroom was so dark with her mattress on the floor. Turns out, Leslie, about 15 years old tells me she wants to go to Las Vegas and be a hooker when she grows up. She was sleeping around and had a bad reputation, I find out. Run ! How sexually sophisticated Leslie was. How absolutely tragic for Leslie. There was another 15 year old pretty white girl with long hair going to the same school as I was, around this same time who used me once to cover-up the fact that a man picked us up, took us to his home, closed the door behind them and had sex with this kid. Wow ! If I knew then, what I know now. Call 911 !
The moral of this story is, “Bad association spoils useful habits.” (1 Corinthians 15:33) Watch out for your children. Read what happened to Dinah, the prophet Jacob’s daughter, Joseph’s sister in the book of Genesis chapter 34, when Dinah left home one day to visit the women of the region, and Shechem, the son of Hamor, the prince of the region, saw her, seized her and raped her and the revenge that took place after by the sons of Jacob. Dinah was between 13 and 15 years old. How old are your children ? Children are naturally curious. Parents must be completely in tune with their children’s life in these “last days.” (Matthew chapter 24) By the way, it isn’t the homely girls getting raped and molested, is it? What’s that saying ? There are more tears down the faces of God’s beautiful female creations and several Bible verses speak about women’s tears, including Psalm 56:8, which says God collects tears in a bottle. (see Luke 7:38 and John 20:11)
Now, I’m walking around the very busy streets of Chicago, trying to make my way, age 19.
Once upon a time on the Chicago el, the elevated subway in winter, I was heading to work in my waitress uniform to Denny’s restaurant (owned by men from India constantly sexually harassing me) at the corner of Devon and Sheridan road, when I was alone on the platform and a 15 year old black teen with a record longer than his arm, the police officer told me, attempted to rape me, robbed me and proceeded to beat on my face so severely my face was unrecognizable for weeks. I screamed so loud, thank heavens, the subway ticket taker heard me and grabbed the kid while he flew down the stairs with my purse.
I was a college student at Harry Truman College obtaining my associates degree in liberal arts, with my own apartment on Morse Avenue and working full-time to afford it all. I had been on my own for over 2 years at this point. The injury to my face was so severe, I was unable to work. I called my mom and told her, when two family members drove into Chicago from the suburbs, dropped off two bags of groceries and never returned. They were young and going through there own obstacles. I was on my own sleeping on a mattress on the floor for days without food.
My family didn’t recognize my personality when young, becoming a “bible-thumping” Christian, and to date, they still don’t know a thing about God really. I am the only Christian in my pagan Irish Catholic family and, personally, I “don’t give a rats ass” what they believe. They are idol worshipers. (Exodus chapter 20). I know God. They do not. I’ve studied the Bible and lived through more than I care to recall challenges, and many “tests of my faith,” challenges against my integrity to my Creator, and have prevailed and won and continue in my Christian “race for everlasting life.” (John 17:3)
One example of one of my relatives Catholicism b s is Mary. Once at a relatives, Mary the Catholic who attended the same Catholic college as my mom, is standing in a hallway right next to my mom telling me that she talked about King Nimrod at her wedding. I was at her wedding. She did not talk about King Nimrod at her wedding. I’m standing there, being polite and say nothing.
Don’t ask me why I said nothing. I know Jesus knows why. Mary was the bossiest, most domineering female I could have ever had the misfortune to have known as a child and I hope she doesn’t think I’m going to address her paganism at a family gathering.
King Nimrod was the King of Babylon. Remember, the Tower of Babel when God crashed the tower built to false gods to the ground and then mixed up man’s languages, and sent the Babylonians hither and tither ? (Genesis chapter 11) Mary doesn’t know any of this and she has a Masters degree in Sociology from Duke University. Big deal ? In fact, it was the Catholics who burned the bible and burned the Christians to death during the Spanish Inquisition. Mary doesn’t know this. They don’t teach you this in Catholic school. I attended Catholic elementary school from 1st to 8th grade at Saint Francis Xavier Elementary school. The priests never used the Bible which is why when I first learned about the promises in the Bible, I wanted to know more. Come to find out, the miter on the pope’s head represents the fish god, Dagon and the pope’s staff with the curved downward cross is called a “ferula.” It’s said to be the staff of Satan.
Writing about the “nigger rapist” makes me sad, probably why I went into another subject. It’s complicated. So I’m going to get to the point. And yes, I said “nigger.” That’s how blacks talk. They call each other nigger, nigga, always going on about race, always. Imagine if whites did this. Hey, whitey ! What’s up white man ? Ri “dick” ulous !
So referring to dicks, I’m thinking how oftentimes, domineering men in churches and elsewhere, you’ll see go up to married or single women and start hugging on them. Hopefully, with good intentions, but who are they hugging ? A vulnerable female ? Why is a church elder hugging a married woman standing by her husband in the middle of the church service right in front of me ? Get your hugs at home. (Ecclesiastes 8:9 2 Timothy 3:6) What would a man’s wife think if I was going up to her husband, hugging him ? Ri “dick” ulous !
Hopefully, everyone is aware of the worldwide dilemma of pedophilia. My virgin minor body was sexually exploited at age 17 by Mr. Universe, Mr. America, Mr. Chicago, Jesse Rock Stonewall (see google). What the hell did I know ? I was just a kid. I was entirely innocent.
I know a lot about pedophilia, not only from experience as a youth, but also after being a Social Worker in Chicago where I was always the “boss lady” in charge of hundreds of children in a residential setting, and as a caseworker for emotionally disturbed children.
Not failing to mention, I raised and protected my own child in these “last days,” and all the while no one knew what my innocent body and life had endured. (Matthew 24)
Nowadays, you see dozens upon dozens of teachers, pastors, both females and males, et cetera grooming children and raping them and ending up in jail every day. In fact, they just arrested over 171 pedo’s during this Halloween. See YouTube.
Back in the day, when I was in these social work jobs, you really didn’t hear much about pedophelia, the sexual attraction directed toward children like you do today. There were many children I cared for who had experienced sexual assaults, even by their fathers. After Misericordia Home I worked at Children’s Home and Aide Society on the southside of Chicago, a residential facility caring for emotionally disturbed children ages 12-18 in the only locked setting outside of the Department of Corrections. I even had a 12 year old girl said to have schizophrenia “hit on me sexually” once which was very concerning.
If I was in public walking from the subway station to my job on the southside of Chicago, I was always called honky, this and that by some black racist in my path, always. (Guilty, I am white. ) When you are not racist, you never think that these people hate your guts, at least it never dawned on me. It’s been a long-lasting-learning process blacks have projected on themselves; race always is a subject matter when they are communicating with whites either openly or in their minds, guaranteed. My feeling is that racist driven blacks are not only ignorant as their personality projects when they speak, but they are surely in “want of heart.” If you have any conflict with a black person at work, or wherever, and you have to correct them, they will absolutely think or say, “you are a racist.” I have had, in my long lifetime, dozens of the finest black Christian friends a woman could ask for. And I have known some of the most heinous black creeps on earth as well. It is now called “black fatique.” Crazy ! Exhausting to view on all social media constantly.
It is my professional opinion, that the issue with a lot of black “thuglike” acting people, who are not able to intelligently deal with any conflict that comes their way, is the fact that they are completely lacking in “emotional intelligence.” The vast majority of young blacks today were raised by single parents. Today, approximately 48% to 64% of black children live in single-parent homes. Their mothers, who don’t give their children the time of day; swear constantly at small children from birth, don’t discipline them, or injure them by discipline, don’t teach by example, do not do a thing, but feed them, have created a “last generation” of ill-bred, unable to keep any kind of job, gangsters who take no responsibility for their actions and cause chaos wherever they go either “twerking in public,” using drugs and alcohol and living like gangsters. This is a fact. (See YouTube)(Matthew 24)
Back in the day, I was the House Supervisor of Misericordia Home or Heart of Mercy Village run by the Sisters of Mercy nuns. I cannot stand nuns with their black demon robes. Misericordia Home was a residential home for mentally retarded, autistic, blind and deaf children. I was in my 20’s in charge of a lot of black child care workers and all of the children they cared for.
One day, I walk onto a wing or unit of the home to pass medications when I see this dumb fat black broad child care worker sprawled out on her back, on a mattress in the hallway she had layed on the floor. She has naked Peggy, a very pretty 18 year old high-functioning mentally retarded resident running back and forth down the hallway of the unit. Wow ! I said, “what is going on here?” She gets up fast. I tell her, “get Peggy dressed immediatley.” I didn’t want to make a major production out of it, but did write it in my daily report. Maybe she’s a lesbian ?Also, because I was attending the University of Illinois, Chicago at this time and very preoccupied with my studies, I was tired a lot. I was learning how to prioritize my time and my life. This wasn’t a big deal. But then…
It wasn’t but a few days that go by, and I’m standing in the employee lounge. There is a large mirror on the wall. There was a handful of black female employees standing in front of me, when the Peggy lady pervert starts verbally going off on me for some ungodly reason or other. I can see all the black broads in the big mirror acting out with punching motions; like punch her, punch me Anne with an E? Right ? Don’t even think about it. They don’t scare me. This is why I’m the “boss,” not you, dumbasses. “Black fatigue” goes way back for me. Way back. I quit soon thereafter for a better job.
This Irish lady puts her plow in the ground and keeps pushing, never looking back. I wouldn’t be suitable for the Kingdom of God if I didn’t. (Luke 9:62) By the way, the Irish were the first slaves in America, not Africans, and because we have that blue blood DNA, you never hear about the Irish slaves, do you? Irish are farmers pushing forward always, driven.
Recently, a strange man in church sat with us and proceeded to tell me how he was cleared with an FBI background check. Why, would a stranger to the church be telling me this ? Guess why ?
My prayer for today is, Lord, send your servants angels. Protect us from bodily harm, Lord. Protect women and children worldwide from bodily harm, Lord. Women and children are being raped, assaulted, tossed asunder and persecuted both verbally and physically worldwide to the degree we are feeling unsafe. It is absolutely ghetto down here on Earth. Satan is extremely busy. (Revelation 12)Teach women to respect their bodies, Lord; to dress modestly and to be aware of their surroundings. Instruct parents, Lord to teach their children to guard themselves and to be wise in their associations with others. Your word the Bible protects and guides us Lord. You speak at 1 Corinthians 15:33 telling us, “Do not be misled: “Bad company corrupts good character,” or “bad associations spoil useful habits.” Please send your angels to protect all of us Lord, in these “critical times, hard to deal with.”
Thank you Lord for giving me this opportunity to protect women and children always at Anne Fisher Foundation. Thank you for loving me too, Lord. Fill my heart with wisdom; please fill me with your Holy Spirit of love always Lord. I pray through Your Son and our reigning King, our Savior, Christ Jesus. Amen (2 Timothy 3: 1-5)
Thank you for your kind attention to this matter, and remember, I love you so much. (1 Corinthians 13) Always Christian with,
Anne Fisher-of-men Amen.