ARKANSAS'S "SMOOTH OPERATORS"
My body has a bad habit of waking me very early, usually between 2 and 3 am. This morning, I decided to "catch up" on some reading and...reached for my book : THE BEAUTY QUEEN, my personal story.
Surprised? Of course I read and re-read my life story, again and again, because it motivates me. It reminds me that I lived through too many complicated-cliff-hanging moments for-too-long....to ever feel weak, depressed, or inadequate
I read this particular part again and it made me laugh, smile, and feel proud that I stood up to an arrogant jackass who treated women like merchandise.
Oh, btw, this "smooth operator" died two years ago and Arkansas's "Bigtime" Newspaper editorialized him as a Saint among Sinners. Liberals always dominate the Headlines in Liberal Newspapers....even when they're dead.
From my book: This chapter takes place shortly after the divorce... when I moved from Pine Bluff to Little Rock, Arkansas. Earlier in the chapter, I wrote--- in very descriptive terms--- about being sexually-harassed by my boss, Lee Reaves, at educational television. When I finally objected, I was fired.
In the early seventies, a single working mother like me was often “hit on” by men, especially married men, both at work and in social situations. I learned to expect the “hits” and--- trained since childhood to be a pleaser--- I tried not to hurt feelings or damage professional relationships. But, every invitation to “screw around” or enjoy an “afternoon delight”...became a direct affront. The very idea that a married man (they were always married) wanted to have sex with me, a new divorcee, was not a compliment but rather, a “putdown.” The Lee Reaves ordeal clearly demonstrated that I…..like many women in my situation….could be pushed too far.
It was 1975 and I was speaking to Little Rock’s Rotary Club about the role of a single mother in the workplace. Of course, those were the days when women were new-at-the-game of business; women hadn't reach the point where they were treated equally or fairly in the workplace. My talk was informative, based on my observations and personal experience, and I kept it somewhat light. I made it a point to encourage every boss and manager….to keep a strictly-professional relationship with all employees, including women.
Newly divorced, trying to work while raising two children, I didn’t have enough confidence at that time, to speak-out strongly about "9-5" sexual harassment or sexual pressure.
When the meeting adjourned, almost every member walked up to shake hands and say nice things about my talk. I was feeling good about my remarks, rewarded for my efforts--- when a nice-looking, well-dressed and distinguished-looking gentleman, extended his hand and introduced himself as Bill, the CEO of Savers Federal. He leaned in close as he put his business card in my hand and whispered, “You are lovely. I will be waiting for you tomorrow at 2pm with a big surprise. The details are written on the back of my card and I promise--- you won’t be disappointed. ” Somewhat confused, I kept smiling, put his card in my pocket, and proceeded to greet the next person in line.
Later, I pulled the card out to look at it. It was an impressive card, engraved rather than printed. Turning it over, I saw the handwritten words: CAMELOT INN, ROOM 227. I can hardly wait until tomorrow at 2pm…. Affectionately, Bill. So Bill kept a room at the Camelot for “entertainment” purposes. Apparently, I was tomorrow’s featured “entertainer.” What an arrogant jackass! He acted like he was doing me a favor. I called an acquaintance that had always lived in Little Rock and asked about Bill. I didn’t go into details but simply mentioned meeting him at Rotary Club. In response, I heard glowing remarks about Bill’s wealth; his popularity as President of the Little Rock Country Club; his highly successful business ventures; and, about his recent high-profile marriage to his second wife---so loved by Little Rock Society. I’d heard enough.
The next morning I waited until 1pm to call Bill’s home. A woman, sounding extremely energized, answered the phone. In respond to my request to speak with Bill’s wife, she gushed: “I’m Bill’s wife!” I didn’t give my name; I simply said “Your husband invited me to join him at two o’clock this afternoon at the Camelot Inn---room 227---for sex. I didn’t decline his invitation so he will be expecting me. From one woman to another, I think it would be more appropriate for you to knock on the door of room 227….at 2pm….to surprise him, don’t you?
Her voice, suddenly flat, like someone had let the air out of her tires, quietly asked: “Is this a joke?” I responded: “My dear, as the former wife of a cheating husband, I don’t consider infidelity a joking matter.” She uttered a weak “thank you” before hanging up. I learned later, the new wife had been Bill’s girlfriend during his first marriage.
I’d bet money the new wife visited the Camelot Inn, room 227, at 2pm.