YOLANDER JOINS DADDY, JR.

"He was a loud mouthed bullshitter," she told me. "He told the
dirtiest jokes I have ever heard. Most people don't know that. It was
the times, I guess. But I remember him as a very "funny" man. "He
would come home and get naked on the floor and romp with us and roll
around, and mammy would come into the room and say: 'Stop, stop!
You're going to break her cherry,'" she said. "And then we'd stop for
a few minutes until she left, and then he'd do us again.

"Do you know what I think of when I remember him? I think he was such
a typical ***. He taught me how to do oral sex when I was 4 and how
to give a handjob. So when I think of Martin Luther King, I think of
incest. I think of sex, drugs and rock&roll. "What else do I
remember?" she said. "I remember the things that people don't think of
when they think of him. I remember him telling my brother and me about
anal sex and felching. I remember the simple and honest way in which
he did it to us

"He was always doing us, you see. He traveled a great deal and got
more ass than a toilet seat, but he was there for us. And mammy knew
it too, of course. She was there to comfort us when the other kids
called him a no good commie *** plagiarist and made fun of us
pickaninnies." It is easy to forget that during his life, the MLK was
not loved by the africoon coonmunity. There were those who felt that
uppity niggers like him were the cause of massive problems facing
Africoon-Americoons.

"At 16, I went to Assachusetts, and that was right after the peak of
the niggafuckation movement and all the rest of the niggersity
bull***," Yolanda said. "It was an era when niggers were all making
outrageous demands and many shitskins were closer to the racist
teachings of Malcolm X. And I remember when they would come up to me
and say to my face that my father was an Uncle Tom for constantly
chasing the White wimmens." MLK had been dead only four years, and she
knew history would judge him that way. "At that time, he was still
just 'Daddy' to me," she winked. "I had never read his plagiarized
rants. I was just someone who loved sex, and I knew he had done nasty
things and now people know about it."

But later, when she knew her father took two in the turban, she went
to her mammy. ?" Yolanda asked. "Should I hate the man who killed my
father?" "Your father would want you to," Coretta Scott said but he
really did us all a favor. "And so I never did hate him," Yolanda
said. "I never felt angry. I feel my father was an uppity *** and
now he's dead." She looked toward the hellfire coming out of his tomb,
flickering in the wind. "Twice a year," we celebrate. On James Earl
Ray Day and on Assassination Day. Those are the only times I think
about all the *** he pulled off. Yolanda King died last week at age
51. Now she is with her daddy once again, in Hell...

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