November 19, 2012 Bravo…
WHAT’S IN A NAME?
Gregg obviously adores Nene and loves her dirty bath pedicure water. I love a man who makes his woman the center of the universe. Keep wooing her Gregg, you make NeNe smile and that’s a good thing.
Phaedra and I had gotten to know each other pretty well and we are in some ways a lot alike. She is a smart woman, who seems compassionate and isn’t afraid to be herself. I felt safe enough with her to share with her a very personal story about my mother and my struggles. I’ve been through a lot of pain in my life, but I strongly believe that without that pain I would not know love.
LUNCH FROM HELL
I didn’t know what was more offensive at that awkward lunch; the barrage of inappropriate personal questions from a complete stranger, the lack of sensitivity from a self-centered, immature, shallow little girl of 31, or the poor representation of a well-respected Atlanta charity. She even manages to insult NeNe, Phaedra, and Kandi by saying, “They just show up to take pictures and leave!” I was uncomfortable but nonetheless, still agreed to attend what I thought was a respectable charity event.
DONATE TO ME
Why would anyone stand in front of a crowd under the pretense of charity wearing a $3,000 dress and receive personal gifts of a $4,000 Chanel handbag and have the audacity to ask people to donate money? This tacky, deplorable spectacle literally made my stomach turn, and I no longer desired to remain a party to this and wanted to leave immediately. Once the host took the microphone and cavalierly announced my hard earned title as “Miss America,” AND once corrected rolled her eyes, I was officially disrespected and done.
Disturbingly, the host prides herself on being a glorified gold digger and self-proclaimed “princess.” She not only manages to single handedly disgrace her grandfather’s charity (The Hosea Williams Foundation), tarnish HIS legacy in one fell swoop, and spit in the face of all the people who are struggling in this RECESSION and in need of food, shelter, and immediate relief. After witnessing this distasteful spectacle, I’m sure there are many people that would never want to support such a charity if this is their representative. You can fix a lot of things, but you cannot fix stupidity.
WHAT’S IN A NAME?
Many people have confused my title and it doesn’t offend me. However, in this instance, the blatant disrespect and disregard for my time and accomplishments that night did not fall to the wayside. When your claim to fame rests on the laurels of someone else’s achievements, you will never understand what it is like to earn or be anything great in life, sadly limited to a wife of… or granddaughter of… embarrassment of…
The truth is, I am a part of history and proud of that FACT. The year matters not. Long after I’m gone, my title will remain. I’ve worked hard my entire life from the age of 14. Being from a broken home in Detroit, I struggled to survive and my grandmother kept me off the streets with pageants. I was a gifted student, I am self-made, and 19 years later, I am now a successful businesswoman, film producer, actor, and author. However, my story is still being written.
I hope that people remember me as a compassionate, sincere, assertive, honest woman who took pride in a name because it is all we have. Our name, our reputation, what we stand for, lives we positively changed, doors we’ve opened for others, and the compassion we share is our living legacy. Miss USA is a part of my legacy. I earned my place in history and I wear my title and crown, both figurative and literal, proudly.
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