I have a confession to make, I am Black. Yes, my Mom Mary Miller had an affair with a young man down the street in the ghetto in 1934. I have all these years covered it up because of rabid racism, it’s true. Now, presently, America has much less racism, and I must cowardly step forward and reveal a secret I have kept for over seven decades.
My life has been a living lie, and I apologize to my readers from keeping it from you. You may Look at some of my old photos, hazel eyes, not blue; dyed hair to blonde or brow, including the one on this post.* I cannot believe people did notice or at least suspect . Not from shame of my black admittance, but being that I lied to you all these years, I’ve broken a trust. Therefore, I am leaving this column…
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