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Hypnotically Beautiful- Gonna See Daddy!

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Fredi Washington refused to "pass" for white, at Hollywood's suggestion, and was therefore typecast as mixed race and never allowed a flourishing career. Her stance, however, made her an advocate among African Americans.
When I think of Sadie, this is how I see her. This is actually Fredi Washington a bi-racial actress from the 20’s and 30’s. If you would like to know more about her check out the link at the bottom.

The day had finally come, Sadie had to make the long trip to Alabama, to meet her father, for the first time. The more she thought of the stories on top of stories her mother told her about life before she was born. She was overwhelmingly and afraid of going back into the States.

You see, before Sadie was born, her mother had to make a very tough decision; which was “Was she going to stay with the love of her life and have her child grow up under the same conditions that made her want to do away with her life and possibly her child’s life?’ Or ‘Was she going to put her feelings and love to the back burner for this baby she was about to have?’ At first she really didn’t want to, but her husband convinced her otherwise.

Sadie filled with fear of the long trip a head turned to her mother and asked, “Momma how you know I’m gonna be okay?”

Her mother looked her baby in the eyes, and felt fear take over her for a brief moment. But knew she had to snap out of it; because if she didn’t, Sadie might’ve changed her mind and never got the chance to meet the other part of her.

“Baby, I don’t. But I have faith, God will watch over you and bring you back home safely. Besides, you already know that there was no way I was going to send you on this long journey by yourself.”

Who’s coming with me?” Sadie was pleasantly surprised to know she would have someone she would be able to lean on when times got rough; and it took away a little of her anxiety.

“You remember Sarah?”

“Yeah…. Isn’t she white? What reason would she have to go down to Alabama? I thought all her family lived here.”

“Most of them do. But she has an uncle who still lives in the south. It just so happens your father was sold to her uncles plantation, a little over 10 years ago. So she’s doing this as a favor to me.

“Momma you sure she can be trusted?” Sadie was filled with distrust for anyone who wasn’t black; something her mother taught her early on.

“Baby, I’ve known Sarah for a really long time. She was the one who helped me get setup when I made it here. She played a huge part in helping ‘us’ to become free.” Sadie could see in her mother’s eyes, she trusted this woman with her life; because of that she knew she could too.

“Okay, as long as you have complete faith in her, I will too. When is she suppose to get here?”

“She should be coming around the corner any moment.” As her mother said that, Sadie saw one of the most beautiful horse and buggies she had ever seen in her life.

“Please don’t tell me that’s her.” Sadie was a little embarrassed, because she was sure that her attire wasn’t up to par.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure it is.” It was like she was reading Sadie’s mind. “Don’t worry about your clothes; Sarah is going to take you shopping before you all get there….. Another thing: the story is; You and Sarah are cousins through marriage. And you asked to go because you’ve never been to the states before.”

“Okay Momma, I understand that part, but how am I gonna get the chance to see my Daddy? It’s not gonna look good having a young ‘white’ girl walking through the slaves quarters.”

“Don’t worry about that. I spoke to Sarah and she has an idea that’ll give you all the time you need with your father.”

Sarah finally emerged from the carriage, wearing very Southern attire. Sadie hadn’t seen her since she was a baby. So technically she didn’t know her.

“Hey Sadie Baby. How have you been?”

Sadie was a little thrown off by Sarah’s warm aura. She knew her mother trusted her, and she would too; until she gave her a reason not to. She felt she had to be this way, because her mother already explained how things were between the races.

“I’ve been really good Ms. Sarah.”

“Baby, call me Auntie. After all, I have known you since a baby.”

“Okay, Auntie?” Sadie was a little apprehensive, but she wasn’t going to miss the chance to go see her father.

After greeting Sadie, she walked up to her Mom and gave her a very warm emotional hug.

“”How have you been Olivia?”

“Sarah I’ve been great. I can never ‘Thank you’ enough for what you did for me and my baby.”

“Don’t mention it. I was just happy that you’ll got her safely.”

“Ms… Auntie. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Sadie, how ever I can help, I will. Besides, it’s been a while since I saw my Uncle.”

“If you don’t mind me asking; Are ya’ll on good terms?”

“Now we are.”
“Why weren’t you before? Not trying to be nosy, just need to know.”

“I understand.” Sarah knew exactly what Sadie was leading up to; she need no explanation. “Well…. we had a falling out because I feel in love with a black man. And he doesn’t believe in mixing the races.”

“What happened to that man you feel in love with?”

“Well at the time I was in the South. I didn’t tell my Uncle who the man was, because I didn’t want to take the chance of him trying to harm him. So I took my lover to a safe place, with people I could trust. Those people then helped him to escape to freedom here in Canada and now he’s my husband.” Sarah said as she lifted her finger to show Sadie the ring.”

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Hypnotically Beautiful-4

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“Ma, I cant help but feel a little scared.”

“Baby there’s no reason to fear. If you’re thinking this power is evil; it is anything but. This is your birth right.”

“But everyone says that magic is bad. They say; it’s one of the ways the Devil leads us astray.”

“I know. But that is only from people who don’t understand it and don’t know where it comes from. If you’re still uneasy…. Do you think our creator would give us this much power, if it wasn’t his will?”

“I don’t know. I would hope not.”

“Sadie, I understand this is a lot to take in; but it’s your destiny. The women in our family have been blessed with these gifts since the beginning of creation. And as far back as your Great Gran can remember, they’ve never used their ‘gifts’ for anything but good.”

“That’s nice to know. But what about my father’s side?”

“That… I’m not too sure of. But as far as I know, their past is pretty squeaky clean.

“Do you think it would be okay for me to meet him?”

“Yeah it’s okay with me. The only problem is; you can’t let anyone else know he’s your father.”

“Why not?!”

“Excuse me?…”

“Sorry Ma. I just don’t see the big deal.”

“Well because your father is a dark skinned black man. Once they see you, they’re going to believe your father had some kind of dealings with a white woman; and what that usually means to the white folk, is he raped her. So I hope you see how that could be a problem for other people to know he’s your father.”

“Ma answer me one question..”

“What’s that?”

“If we’re as powerful as you say; how come white folks got so much control over us?”

“Baby, I wish I could give you an answer that you could accept. But all I can say is; we’re a spiritual people and we don’t do harm to others because it’s not how we do things. We also operate from a place of love because hate consumes you and that eventually makes you hollow.”

“That’s it? I thought you were going to tell me some big, juicy secret.”

“No, it’s no secret.”

“Well clearly, something needs to change.”

“Do you really think our people have been here all this time and we haven’t tried to change things?”

“Ma, you just said, we’re a culture who operates peacefully.”

“That’s what I said, but that isn’t the only history we’ve had. There are plenty others who have come before you, who have tried to do what you’re talking about; all have failed. What happens is, they’re usually killed before they’re able to make any real change.”

“Why didn’t any of our people do anything to stop it?!”

“See baby, the way you look at the world is completely different from how someone like me looks at it. It’s my own fault for sheltering you. I wanted to keep you protected but not naïve… to the way things really work.”

“And how is that Momma?”

“Baby all you need to know is; you’re black. Never lie to anyone about what you are; if you do, you stand the chance of getting hurt or possibly getting killed, because like I said whites don’t take too kindly to us….. Better yet, avoid the question all together, if you’re able.”

“It’s not far!”

“Baby, life’s not far. So what I need from you is your strength; you have to know the space you’re in could be invaded by whites at anytime. So I need you to be really agreeable and pleasant, because I need my baby to come home.” Sadie’s mom began to cry, at the thought of something possibly happening to her.

“Ma, I’m right here. Why are you crying?” Sadie looked at her mother, full of confusion.

“Baby, I’ve done the best I can. I just hope my best was good enough. There are some things I should have taught you; but didn’t, because I thought I could keep you away from the bad people.”

“Ma, you had to know you weren’t going to be able to protect me forever.”

“Just because I knew, doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to try.”

“Besides, why are you getting all emotional, now?”

“You want to go and see your father; don’t you?”

“Yeah… But what does one have to do with the other?”

“Well, let me put it to you like this; your father lives in the whitest state imaginable; where they tote guns, chewy tobacco, and have people who look like me and your father as slaves.”

“Is Daddy a slave?”

“Uhhh…. Yeah baby, he is.”

Sadie’s heart sunk at the thought. Even though she never met the man, it still pained her to know one of the two people who created her, was being held somewhere against his will and made to do things that were unimaginable to most. “Did you try to at least help him become free?!”

“Little girl, I don’t know who you yelling at, but you need to remember who you’re talking to.”

“Momma I can’t believe you really left him there to fend for himself.”

“It was his idea.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t he want to be free too?”

“Of course. But he was more concerned with me and you being free…” Sadie didn’t see the picture her mother was trying to paint. Partly because she had never known real struggle or discomfort in her whole 17 years on this earth; so her mother continued. “I’m sure you probably think leaving the plantation was as simple as walking off the property. I’m gonna let you know now; it was nothing like that. If you even thought about leaving, they had ways to make you reconsider.”

“What could they have done so terrible that would make a man sacrifice never seeing his family again?”

Her mother really didn’t want to say all the terrible things that were done to slaves who tried to run away in the past; but she figured by knowing the truth it would also help Sadie to realize the importance of doing things the ‘right way”.

“Baby, I never wanted you to know about me and your father’s life before you were born; but here it goes….

The reason your father isn’t here, is because he had to be the bait.”

“What do you mean?… Are you saying you purposely left him so you could get away?”

“Believe me, I didn’t want to, but I had too. There was no other way.”

“What do you mean; ‘There was no other way’?.. I can think of a couple.”

“Little girl, I already told you to simmer down. Next time I tell you, I’ma be whooping that a**!

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Part 3- Hypnotically Beautiful

If you haven’t read Part 1&2, Part 3 won’t make any sense to you. So I suggest you read those before you read this.

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“So where did I get my color from?”

“If you stop interrupting me, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay….”

“Well, I remember how hard it was for me, growing up. People didn’t and most still don’t take to kindly to people who look like me. So, because I didn’t want you to go through the same thing; I did something that would assure me, you would have a way better life than I ever had.”

“Okay Ma, but you’re still not telling me what you did.”

“Well the day I found out I was pregnant with you, I had my mom; your grandma helped me put a vail over you. With this vail I asked for you to never go through the pain me and so many others like me had to go through, growing up.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“It means, I know women are only able to control men if they have something a man wants; and you my dear, have everything. I made sure of that. That’s why you are so beautiful, smart, and assertive; because you have to be in control of your own destiny, if not these men will run all over you.”

“So you’re telling me; you chose they way I look?!”

“Yes, but only because I wanted to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to worry about men trying to force themselves on you. I figured if you were beautiful and looked white, men would give you the respect every woman deserves.”

“Well, I’m sorry to tell you; What you were trying to avoid, is still happening. I’m not saying, anyone has forced me to do anything. But one guy got awfully close to taking what he wanted.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because it was a white boy, and I didn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“If something like that happens again, you better tell me. I can take care of myself. Don’t forget; I’m your mother it’s my job to protect, you not the other way around.”

“I know Momma, but I know how crazy you get.”

“Like I said, you better tell me next time.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“How did you get away?”

“It was the strangest thing…. he had the chance to do whatever he wanted to, to me, but  stopped; it was weird Ma……. He had already ripped my dress open, snatched my panties from my body. But once he looked into my eyes, his whole demeanor changed.”

“So.. what made him stop?”

“To tell you the truth, I don’t know. After looking into my eyes, for what seemed like an eternity, he ran off, screaming ‘devil’ repeatedly at the top of his lungs.

“Baby, you are no devil. But you do have power far greater than I’ve ever known.”

“What kind of power?”

“That I can’t tell you yet. But your Grandma, told me you were going to be a force to reckon with; especially for men. I’m sure what happened to that young boy, happened because he tried to violate you; and somewhere deep, you knew what would have taken place if you didn’t do anything; so you used your gift.”

“I wish you could tell me more about this ‘gift’.”

“The only thing I know, is it fully activates on your 18th birthday.”

“Did the same thing happen to you Ma?”

“Yes, but your gifts will be way more advanced than mine.”

“How come?”

“Because, both me and your father’s family follow the same practices… Never before has there been two Magical souls, come together to make one; until me and your father.”

“How are you so sure, I’ll be magical?”

“Baby your future has already been seen. I know what’s instore, that’s why I’m trying to prepare you for what’s about to come.”

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Hypnotically Beautiful 2

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“I love you!”

“You don’t even know me!” Sadie was the most beautiful girl in her town. Because of her beauty, she was always admired and stocked; on many occasions. Most girls her age seemed to always have self-esteem issues, because of things they heard from boys growing up. Not Sadie; she was always someone’s crush.

Surprisingly, in her 17 years on this earth, she hadn’t experienced what it would’ve been like to have a boyfriend. Well…. there was one time she wanted to give it a try, but something about him just seemed a little off.

Here mother continuously told her she was different, but she never told her how or why. She thought it wasn’t important at the time. But, the older Sadie got, the more beautiful she became.

“I don’t have to know you, to know I love you.”

“Uhhhh… I think you do.”

Saaadie, bring yourself in this house, right now!”

“Sorry, gotta go. That’s my Mom calling. I guess I’ll have the chance to get to know you later; at school.”

“Ahhh, okay.” As he spoke to her, the feelings he was beginning to develop for her intensified, the longer the spoke. So much so, a glaze started to form over his eyes, but was broken once she looked away.

“Coming Ma!” Breaking away from the conversation even for a moment, allowed the young boy to gain his senses. By the time he was back in his right mind, he tried running in the opposite direction. “So…” Where did he go? By the time she turned back around, the boy had disappeared without a trace.

Sadie hadn’t thought much of it because that was something that seemed to happen often. So often, it became a regular thing to be talking to someone one moment and as soon as she breaks away from the conversation or interaction with them; they take off running. She use to get offended, but now see’s it as normal.

Upon entering the door to the little shack she shared with her mother; she started asking a whole lot of questions.

“Mom I’ve been thinking about something…”

“Okay?…. Are you gonna tell me or not?”

“Oh sorry. Got caught in my thoughts for a moment.”

“Well….”

“Well, what?”

“What is it?!”

“Oh sorry. I was wondering why me and you don’t look a like.”

“I told you already; you took after your father.”

“Yeah, I know. But I should have something of yours; lips, nose, something!”

“I knew this day would come. I just thought I had a little more time to prepare you.”

“Prepare me for what, Momma?”

“Okay, what I’m about to say is going to change the way you think of me. It may even change how you see yourself.”

“Momma, you freaking me out… What is it?”

“Well ya Momma knows how to do some things, most people would call, magic; some even say it’s Voodoo.  Many times, people who know this, think I worship the devil or drink blood from dead animals. When it’s nothing like that.”

“So what are you saying? Are you saying we’re witches?” Sadie didn’t know how to take what her Mom was telling her. But the main thing she was concerned with was, if she could do what her mother could.

“No baby, it’s nothing like that…. I’m trying to tell you the story of how you were created.”

“Ahhhh!! You could spare me the details.”

“Sadie baby, just listen…. Well you really do look like your father; the only difference is your hair, eyes, and complexation.”

“Mom, that makes no sense! How could I look like him when all of that is different? Was my Dad white?”

“No, he was just as dark as me.”

Not quite sure yet; but I believe I’ll be adding more to part 2 before Wednesday. We are finally getting to the meat and potatoes of the story, and I want you to enjoy it just as much as I’m enjoying creating it. 

So get ready for this Wednesday, because it’s gonna be juicy.

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