Dear Governor Abbott:
I want you to know that I support what you are doing in Texas.
I support you because Houstonians were so horrible to me and my children… If you look at my background Sir, Harris County, Houston Blacks were absolute monsters to me. I can count on one hand the Houstonians who were nice to me;
- One elder Black Church Lady in Sunnyside off of Belfort,
- One Algebra teacher at Crispus Attucks Jr. High – Mrs. Miller, a Black Lady,
- One Hispanic Lady, Jehovah’s Witness who showed me so much kindness I was ashamed of all the Jehovah’s Witnesses I grew up with,
- One English Teacher at Evan Edward Worthing High School – a White Lady named Mrs. Steagant, and
- One skinny White Man Homosexual, Mr. Maly – Drama Teacher who passed from HIV before HIV had a name.
All that I suffered in Texas I still didn’t leave until after 9/11 happened. What do I want?
I want my Reparations – slavery was over January 1, 1863, yet Texas Blacks didn’t know until June 19, 1865. I was born 100 years later into a hot mess, and because of what was done, I have suffered greatly. All Black Texans have suffered, yet worked our asses off trying to represent the Texas one and indivisible and Texas has shown over and over that She doesn’t give a good God damn about us.
I am sick of it. In fact, I now want to leave North America. I am requesting a reference letter from you, please. America is hopeless. Texas is hopeless. I want to leave this country and be at peace in my final years in this life. I am 55 years old now. I am letting Texas go. I am letting America go. I WANT America to go on WITHOUT ANYTHING FROM BLACK AMERICANS any longer. I call the ABUSE, LYING, and STEALING and KILLING over. Let us ALL REAP what we have sown as we SHOULD. Oh, one more thing – I do believe that the narrative of slavery is the opposite. It was Whites who were the slaves and Blacks the masters. Then it was flipped and went off the rails.
The Civil War was to usher in civility but the former White Slaves just won’t evolve. It’s been 100 years and they are worse now. I am done. It’s been over 100 years. Let us ALL Reap what we ALL have sown. I am requesting a reference letter to exit this country, please. I am sick of you and yours AND mine. So, go ahead and do what you are doing… if this is what GOD is calling you to do – so be it. It’s not in MY hands and I thank GOD for that.
As a matter of fact: I would like to receive reference letters from your whole cabinet, please and thank you! #LetElohimHaveHisWay
I was raised in Hell in Houston, born on Bertrand Street, then was tormented on 5112 Mallow and finally escaped from 5607 Heron Drive, Houston, TX 77033 dragged up as a leper in Jehovah’s Witnesses. I left the Jehovah’s Witnesses and my Mother treated me worse than she already did. I met a boy from Louisiana – Freddie Materre III – he lives in Texas now – a great tax payer and decent citizen. Because I did not abort his son, Jehovah’s Witnesses disfellowshipped me and my mother/family cut me off. My son was mistreated from his birth. Denied by Freddie Materre III, I had to subject him to a paternity test to prove Freddie was the Father. This was a nightmare for me.
I was suffering the penalty of my fornication and NOT hiding my sons’ life which I considered the greatest thing I could do in this world. I did NOT abort him nor place him for adoption. I was homeless multiple times – check my record – I was constantly being fired and evicted. I placed my second child for adoption. I gave birth to my third child, Joseph – murdered here in Seattle on the streets selling weed in June 2013.
Yes, my son, with me NEVER using drugs at all nor dating any dope men or thugs. I dated an Army General from Houston, Ronald Ray Bell who worked in Pre Trail Services in downtown Houston graveyard shift… no he never asked to marry me but when I got pregnant by him I had an abortion. I had an abortion before this after giving birth to Joseph. That child was Gary Pickens child. Gary was born in Houston and he was a deacon at Jimmy Dixon’s church. I had an abortion and lost my mind Sir. I beat my oldest son Jonathan so badly that I had to go downtown to jail. They took pictures of Jonathan’s bruises.
The whole time, I was “gone” mentally. No one helped me. I just kept moving forward. I was arrested several times for being poor. I was offered a felonious criminal record for prostitution and unlawful carry. Houston Police Department was offering me a way to abandon my children. Something I could NEVER do. Sir, I adore my children. Sir, I had faith in God. Sir, I believed that Texas was my home, my strength, and my home that would shelter me. Sir, Texas kicked me in my ass – several times. Anyway…why does the domestic violence victim stay with her abuser? It’s a process. I used to love Texas. I used to love America. I used to have hope and faith.
Then I was disillusioned. Then I lost myself. Now, America and Texas has lost me. Even if you and your cabinet do not write me letters to leave this place – I am “gone” anyway. I have been “gone” since the 1990’s. I am done. I saw where you are “flexing” your power in Texas this morning withholding pay? Ain’t that SLAVERY?? SMH… Well, it is good enough for inmates in America so why not politicians??
I used to pray that I was wrong about Texas. Now, I don’t give a damn. Reap what you Sow. Please mail letters to me at Coletha Albert 229 Andover Park East, 1109, Tukwila, WA 98188 ASAP – form letters will do! I pledge allegiance to thee, Texas, one and indivisible indeed. Despite my best efforts, Texans never supported nor allowed me to fulfill this pledge. NEVER. Oh well, it is what it is.
Regards, Joseph and Jonathan’s Mom, Coletha Albert
I still love but from a very safe distance.
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