Nov. 1, 2021

MY MISTAKES SEEM TO ALWAYS GO PUBLIC. LESSONS LEARNED.

 In 1990, after learning an Arkansas State Trooper revealed he had driven Governor Bill Clinton to my Little Rock Condo on many occasions, I was anxious to have my simple story reach the public with one quick statement…to end all speculation. 

I agreed to tell my story to a reporter-friend named Pat, who worked for WSB Television in Atlanta. After a two hour taped interview, my story didn’t air. Several weeks later, Pat called to apologize, saying our taped interview had moved far beyond his control. In fact--the television station’s main executives had been in closed-door sessions with the Democratic Party and Bill Clinton’s “handlers.”   The station made a major announcement that week, stating Bill Clinton had granted an exclusive Town Hall Meeting to Atlanta’s WSB Television. Of course, the station never announced—publically-- that Bill’s Exclusive Appearance was in exchange for the un-aired video of my exclusive interview with Pat.

By now, angry with the Liberal Media and their determination to suppress my voice, I agreed to be a guest on the Sally Jessie Raphael Show. I thought I could finally tell my story, my way.  Unfortunately, I didn’t realize the depths the Democratic Party would go to control my story. It was the week of The Democratic National Convention in New York City and my enemies were well- rehearsed for their appearance on Sally Jessie Raphael Show. Once the TV Cameras began rolling, their nasty plot unfolded. Every member of the audience was a Democrat, a Convention Delegate, and every one of them, schooled in hate, stood ready to attack me.

 Instead of being allowed to tell my story, I was, repeatedly, forced to defend myself. Even Sally—who I so-naively thought was fair—kept hitting me with lies, accusations, and phony information. I was one woman—up-against a well-orchestrated set-up. Yes, everything had been pre-planned to make me look like a fool. That day, single-handedly, I faced a roomful of Democratic Bullies, well- paid Guests, and a TV Talk-Show-Whore named Sally Jessie Raphael. As a result of massive and perfectly-coordinated lies and deception, I was publically gang-raped on Television.

That Day, I remember leaving the TV Studio thinking, from this moment forward, the Liberal Media can kiss my ass. They will never-ever get another piece of me. Soon after my appearance on Sally Jessie’s show, I heard from a producer with Geraldo’s show and quickly said “no” to her invitation. Several days later, Geraldo himself called and tried to win me over with charm, flattery, and flirtation. Inflamed by my repeated “No”—Geraldo raised his voice and began insulting me, calling me a chicken-shit; challenging my integrity by saying I wouldn’t appear on his show because I was a liar. Geraldo threatened to tell my story “his way” if I didn’t make an appearance. I hung up on Geraldo, with no regrets.

 

Follow-Up: One year later, Sally Jessie aired a show, publically-apologizing to me for having doubted my story. She said the actions of the Clintons and the allegations of other women strengthened my remarks and now, she believed I’d told the truth about Bill Clinton. I didn’t hear her on-air apology. I was in China at the time and only learned of Sally’s “apology” show after several people emailed me. Sally Jessie’s follow-up apology was a waste of time and words. The damages done by Sally Jessie and her show’s producers were deadly. Sally Jessie Raphael’s apology was fake--just like her.