A couple of years back my husband and I loaned my son’s girlfriend five thousand dollars to purchase a car. We should have known when the first payment came due and she made no efforts to contact us or start repaying the monies she took that it would never be repaid.
Her actions aren’t unsettling as the actions of people that claim to like and love me are. Loaning her such a large amount of money purchased me life lesson’s I will never forget.
This is what I’ve learned:
Some kisses and hugs that come across as sentimental are fake even when they come from trusted family members and loved ones.
Not everyone rejoice when you strive for and gain financial security.
Not everyone wishes you well.
Promissory Notes don’t secure your efforts in retrieving monies loaned.
Only evil people pretend to love you,
and only jealous people are glad for your misfortune.
What happened to me was a Black on Black crime. She’s black. I’m Black. She took money she never meant to pay back.
Since that unfortunate moment I’ve learned about helping others, especially when I’m also in need of financial help.
The money she kept was money that would have paid upcoming and expected bills.
My husband and I paid an expensive price for the lesson I needed to learn. If there’s a silver-lining in all of this I venture to write, I’m the better for what took place because I learned many things about “man’s inhumanity to man.”
“I smelled the stink that only a street whore has after a long, busy night.” ~Iceberg Slim, Pimp: The Story of My Life
This morning as I searched for a positive quote for today I stumbled across a man called “Iceberg Slim.” His birth name was Robert Beck. Apparently he took the easy road to securing his financial future by honing the craft of manipulating others and becoming a pimp at the age of 18. From the sounds of things he truly capitalized on using the sexual gifts God gave to women to please their husbands for his selfish purpose.
After being released from a short stint in jail Robert Beck ended his pimping career at the age of 42. One would say, “Good ridden to bad rubbish.” But! No! He didn’t crawl into a hole underneath a rock and disappear from all good society! Instead he became an author and wrote about his exploitation experiences as a pimp.
What makes his career choices gut wrenching for me, as a woman and mother, is how the literary community sought to tell and sell his story. I just gotta ask why publishers and movie makers, especially black movie makers, sought to make money from a story that exploited women? And even though I know the answer, I still find the need to ask such a naïve question in a cynical way.
My heart goes out to the women he exploited. And my prayers are for the family members that lost loved ones that didn’t make it to tell their stories. And my soul cries for the women that were and are affected by his tell all book of “man’s inhumanity to man.”