My great-grandmother was a racist. She hated black skin. She was not mixed, she just looked white. She had several kids all of them dark skinned and from all accounts she let them know she hated them by doing things like beating them while calling them monkeys , ******s, etc. Her daughter (my grandmother) became her primary caretaker later in life and adopted her same self hate. Under the guidance of her mother she would beat the darker kids, call them monkeys, lock them out the house for days at a time etc. My father used to get it the worst. He got locked out for weeks and his brothers would feed him through a hole in the floor. He got caught in the house once and was beaten so bad that another family saw how bad he got done and took him in when he was 8.
Fast forward 20 years later my great-grandmother and my dad are next door neighbors. My oldest brother who is dark skinned is outside playing with my cousin Boo who is light skinned. Kids being kids, Boo ends up punching my brother and my brother chases him to hit him back when out of nowhere, my great grandmother comes outside and hits my brother with her cane in the face. My dad who was watching this runs outside and tells her that she better not ever touch one of his kids again. She told him that if he could control the little jiggaboo then she wouldn't have to. They both take a kid and go inside their houses. Later that day she suddenly became extremely sick to the point where she could barely breathe. Boo runs over and tells my dad, who with my brother and Boo get her and load her into the car and they take her to the hospital. As they are driving to the hospital my great grandmother reaches into her pocketbook grabs a 20 dollar bill and throws it at dad and says in between gasps “I don't ever want your black ass thinking you did me a favor” Once they got to the hospital my dad calls my mother and tells her to call the rest of the family because she ain't doing too well and that he is leaving.
My mother arrives with my great aunt, they check in on her, she was laying down not doing good at all. My great Aunt leaves the room to go fill out paperwork with the hospital staff while my mom stays in the room and calls up family. The send a staff member up because they need more info, my mom gets my great grandma's pocketbook with the info and as she is about to walk out the room my great grandma rises up and grabs her hand and says”Evelyn Dont leave me in this room” My mom tells her that its ok, she is just going to give them the info and she will be right back. “NO, if you leave this room, there is a man with red eyes in the closet and hes going to get me!!! My mom says the hairs stood up on her neck and my grandma's hands were cold to the touch.” My mom's told her there isn't no one in the closet and she'll be right back, and she jerked away. My great grandmother said “Im telling you he is in there and he it's going to get me” My mother planted both feet over the threshold and all she heard was beeeeeeeep. My great grandmother passed at that moment
I always look at this story that all that hate and evilness my great grandmother put out to the world was waiting for her in that closet.
Is it crack that you smoke?
I Googled the effects of it one time out of curiosity 
I cannot take this shyt anymore. If you’re black stay safe out here
