Jan. 11, 2022

MAKE LOVE---TO MY HEART.

I had successfully fulfilled my Dream--I'd traveled the length of The Great Wall of China--then returned to my hometown only to have my mother control me once again---cage me with her all-consuming hate---then force me to give her every dime—while threatening to kill me.

I'm not exaggerating.  I explained every gruesome detail in my book. I was at the lowest point in my life when-- in 1992-- my former college offered me a job on campus-- a free place to live-with free tuition--- so I could obtain a degree in communications.

 For almost six months, my life was full of possibilities again. Then, suddenly, all-hell broke out.

One evening-- I answered the telephone—and was shocked to hear a newspaper reporter state that his paper was printing a story about me-- the next day.  Seems Arkansas State Troopers had identified me as another one of Bill Clinton's girlfriends.  For me---that was the beginning--- of the end.

I’m sharing a magazine article because it "fills in" many of the details from the nightmare I endured during those early nineties. I seldom grant interviews to anyone but--- I trusted the magazine’s creator-- Laura Ingraham.  I never intended to "air" the details of my brief, private, and personal "encounter" with Bill Clinton. But, knowing Hillary was actively-involved in threatening my life and my livelihood, it was time to “fight back.”

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The Hillary Clinton Smear Machine

LifeZette exclusive:  Written by Deirdre Reilly | Published 25 May, 2016.

"Sally Miller was once a beauty queen with a bright future. Instead, this resident of Little Rock, Arkansas, has spent years fighting what she calls the “Hillary Clinton smear machine.” She even traveled as far as China in the mid-1990s to escape what she said was harassment by the Clintons after a 1983 affair she had with then-Arkansas Governor Bill Clinton came to light.

Miller, previously- known as Sally Miller Perdue, is set to release a book about her life and her alleged affair with Bill Clinton entitled, “The Beauty Queen: Let No Deed Go Unpublished.”

“Hillary has always tried to paint me as part of the so-called ‘Bimbo Eruption,'” Miller, in an exclusive interview, told LifeZette:  “But I’m not a victim. I’m an American Citizen with rights. And I have already challenged Bob Woodward [and others] to investigate my story.”

Syndicated columnist Cal Thomas echoed Miller’s challenge to the media, saying recently on Fox News, “The New York Times and some of those 20 Washington Post reporters who continue to investigate Trump should widen their search and investigate Miller’s claims about Hillary and The Clinton Foundation.”

Candice E. Jackson, an attorney and the author of “Their Lives: The Women Targeted by The Clinton Machine,” agreed with that challenge. “The Clintons, when you’re talking about their methods of harassment and intimidation, are brilliant at using intermediaries and third parties to threaten women,” said Jackson.

Miller is extremely articulate and well spoken. A graduate of Lindenwood College (now Lindenwood University) in St. Charles, Missouri, she also holds a master’s degree in education from Regent University in Virginia and has had various broadcast and teaching careers. She received Lindenwood’s 1991 Alumni Merit Award for professional accomplishment, having been the first woman-ever to walk the entire length of the Great Wall of China.

Back in 1973---as the mother of two young daughters--- she was going through a difficult divorce.  She was working as an aide in the state Senate at the Arkansas Capitol building when her life changed forever.

“I was walking down the hall in Arkansas’s Capitol one day in 1972, and this man came up to me and said, “Hi, I’m Bill. What’s your name?” Home from Oxford University at the time, Bill Clinton was a political wannabe back then.  Miller said nothing came of their first encounter, but 10 years later, she and Clinton ran into each other again. By then he was married to Hillary (they wed in 1975) and he was governor of Arkansas. In 1983, after living in New Jersey for five years, Miller moved back to Arkansas. It was then she and Bill began an affair that lasted three months.

When Miller told the Governor she was running for mayor of her home town of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, Clinton stopped calling and coming around, she said. And that was that — or so she thought.

In 1992, Miller was working at Lindenwood College after completing her journey of The Great Wall Of China, when her phone rang. It was a reporter from the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. The paper was running a story the next day about her affair with Bill Clinton. Several state troopers had come forward, linking Sally with Bill. Would she like to make a comment?

“I felt like I'd been dropped down an elevator shaft,” said Miller. “My daughters  would know. Everyone would know.”

The story was published the next day — and soon after that, she lost her job at the college. “This was when Hillary started to [metaphorically] chain-choke me,” Miller said.”

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THESE ARE SOME OF THE NOTES I DIDN'T SHARE IN MY BOOK---THE BEAUTY QUEEN.  NOW, BECAUSE THEY ARE RELATIVE TO THIS ARTICLE---I'M SHARING THEM WITH YOU--HERE--ON MY WEBSITE:  I was never proud of knowing or being intimate with Bill Clinton--or any man in my life. I can only say I was extremely vulnerable and needy at that time Bill and I re-connected.  Bragging about intimacy with any man--especially one who was married-- wasn't and would-never be my style.

Also--Having Sex and Making Love are--in my opinion--two different "events."  The two can never be compared.   I can easily-count the number of men I've loved--with my heart. Two of those men loved me completely yet--we were young, in love, and never "made love".

With all that was happening during the early nineties --and with my private life suddenly wide-open for all to view—criticize—laugh-and-sneer about--I realized I wanted to run away.  Not only did I intend to return to China---but---- I decided to move far-away from physical intimacy, romance, men, and-- sex. I wanted to "cleanse" myself from the inside-out--and start life all-over-again.  This time--- I intended to put myself --FIRST.

SO, I returned to China in 1994 to teach--to devote myself to the disabled, the poor, the uneducated, and by so doing--to forget my neediness.  Over time-- by helping others--I became strong, less dependent, and soon-- felt the strength and power of God.

When I moved back to America in 2002, I was well-prepared to teach. Yet, once again, I challenged myself to return to college-- get my Masters--- and become Highly-Qualified in Special Education.  I qualified in specific areas that very-few teachers dared or desired to venture:  I taught Young Sex Offenders—and-- Students labeled "Seriously-Dangerous"—and-- I even taught those Students considered “Emotionally-Disturbed.”  I also achieved special certification to work with Autistic Students labeled "unteachable."   At last, I’d found my teaching “niche.”

Fast forward through the years—to a few months ago—when I received an email from an individual I met in Houston while training. We hadn't seen or talked in more than 20 years. In fact, he was someone I'd once-loved. His name was Kevin and he was the man I thought about every day of my Great Wall Journey; he was the person I could hardly wait to see after I finished ALL THE WALL. Yet, all the time he was in my thoughts and in my heart--he was in bed with another woman—getting the other woman pregnant—then marrying the other woman.   Of course, he never planned for me to "find out" about the "other woman" but I did--in a most-bizarre way--and yes—he broke my heart.

Looking back, my "Houston Lover" did me a favor.  I had trusted him, loved him, and believed he'd be waiting for me when I returned to America but--he only planned to "string" me along and keep having fun--at my expense.  Guys like him are a "dime a dozen" and--not worth loving. Those kind of Narcissistic Fools simply use women for their big egos and sexual gratification but never--for love.

After a few conversations with Kevin--I realized thirty years without him in my life-- had allowed me to grow strong, to be powerfully-independent, to expand my intelligence and—to  keep making  meaningful accomplishments.

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Quite Frankly---it’s been more than twenty years since I've been intimate with a man.  I haven't missed the sex---only the closeness. It's apparent that time passes much-quicker when you stay focused on fulfilling goals for yourself and others.

The time I've spent improving my mind and my body; improving the lives of my many four-legged friends; and improving the lives of those with severe disabilities--has been TheVery- Best Use of My Time. I'm extremely proud to say---I have reclaimed my life.

 I'm still a Romantic who believes in LOVE and INTIMACY.  I still believe in passionately-connecting with someone I love and with a special "someone" who loves me.  I want, expect, and deserve---nothing-less. So, I'll keep waiting for the man who wants to make love to my heart--before he makes love to my body.