May 11, 2017

Nigger Lover

Neither of us were bothered when we heard them say it. What a state to be in to say that, then and there. There troubles are over and we had enthusiastic public ritualised kissing to continue. We knew there troubles were over and neither of us or anyone else flinched or looked when it happened. There was a few other wrong uns around that did. Think it was easier from them to look at death and blood and corpses than the married couple anyway.   I didn't look until I was asked for this post title.

It was only the day before we had been able to tell him our real name, just a few feat away from where we were now in the car park outside the observation ward at Stratheden Hospital, Cupar, Fife, Scotland, June 2016.. The weather was pretty good like it had been the day before. Even the Kremlin wouldn't of been better. Once he had our name our protectors could take his DNA and details, after all these fucking years.. They phoned back to gently and respectfully suggest we ask him to marry us. There arguments were pretty sound and the rest of us weren't objecting. This was one of those things, one of those eighties things said between slave kids that we built our amnesiac self on. Everyone was already there. There wasn't much time. Certainly not time to be fretting about asking him in front of everyone.

He was kinda blindsided. Seen the state of us struggling to speak and thought the worst. No wonder. The next we knew though he was holding us and lifting us off the ground and we got the affirmative.  The state of everyone was ace. The jubilant, the tearful, relieved,  the disgusted and the oh for fuck sake whatevers. There was a scramble for officialaries and I.D. The couple of non toxic yank feds that we had there just to witness so we knew at least someone in the America intels had some awareness of everything and had been standing about mostly bewildered pulled out our U.S I.D we were happy with that, anything but the one we have basically but we were so relieved when we saw the name.

Waiting for a window to do it wasn't fun, it wasn't long but watching those screens and seeing everything that was going down and being attempted with a level consciousness and emotional connectivity we had not had before was really unpleasant. Ok folks we got 10 - 15 tops.

And indeed 10 - 15 minutes later one of our Generals wiped a tear, stepped out congratulated us told us it was about bloody time and we hit those front lines like an I don't know what..

Later on when things had calmed down and people could eat and relax and party a bit we found our Dad with our I.D in hand. We waited until he knew what we were showing him before we uncovered the 'e' with our thumb. Rosa. His name for me. Hubs, he took our names no matter what always.. Tupac Stuart King.