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Anchor
Babe
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Introduction
Hello, everyone. I'mpublishing a novel. It is theadventures of anambitious woman with asecret father in adesperate race to find acure for a disease thatthreatens her secret son.
Along the way she battlesthe Great Recession,investigates mysterious
national events, andsuffers the collapse of herprofession. She getsunexpected help from ateam of college studentswho track down the truthsbehind the unfairness inlife.
My goal is to publish anew chapter every weekwith episodes inspired byreal events.
I invite you, the reader, to
help by contributing any ofthe following:
Real stories ofunfairness to fictionalizein episodes.
Images, video and audioto illustrate the fiction
Proofreading, factchecking and fill in theblanks.
--author
The Sucker PunchThe worst day of a young life.Why did this happen?Not everything is black and white
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Chapter One: "You're Fired!
A balding head pokes out the ofce door. Bland expression.
Typical drone.
"Mizz Grant, will you please come to the ofce ?"
A couple of folks glance up from their cubicles just in time
to see the target -- a mop of brunette hair framing
impossibly large hazel eyes that peer from behind a desktop
computer.
"... be with you in a sec, Mike ... finishing up some fact
checking."
Surprisingly, that seems to annoy him a bit, so Mike Milanosteps further into the corridor.
"Sharee, I really need to speak to you right now ... that other
stucan wait."
More heads turn. A handful of producers and
correspondents become curious. Rarely do they hear Milano
raise his voice. He is not called Mono Mike without reason ...
generally keeping his monotone personality parked behind a
cluttered desk.
Sharee stands up ... and up ... and up. Her tousled mane
doesn't really match the custom-tailored gray cardigan thatwraps snuggly up her six-foot height.
Make that six-feet-three as she slips her narrow foot into
stylish heels.
One of the gawkers, the news show's recently promoted
female commentator, takes envious notice of her new rival's
outfit. Her mind checks othe price tags. Gray cashmere
cardigan cut long and cinched with a silk braided belt--$400.
Underneath, a charcoal black, fitted skirt and tunic with a
faux turtle neck--$500. The skirt slightly above the knees
and hosed in black. This ensemble plus accessories musthave cost $3000.
"Are those Jimmy Choo heels," she thinks, "That's a-
thousand dollars there at least."
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It's an Armani original for sure Probably purchased fromNordstroms at Providence Place.
The news stahad begun looking at Sharee with new eyes
ever since that episode with the Brazilian Bomber several
months ago when his Entourage swept into the newsroom,
beefy bodyguards first, eete hangers-on next, then the
Heavyweight Champion of the World himself.
The Daily Investigative News top producer had gotten an
insider scoop about the Champ's personal life and had
convinced the most well-known athlete in the world to come
to the studio to answer some questions.
Everything was set up for D-I-N's new star in the chilly main
studio. As Roberto Silva paraded into the newsroom he did a
kind of radar sweep, then spotted the blonde almost hidden
behind the back desk.
"I'll do your damn interview," he growled, "...but only with
that girl !"
The producer and the news director argued with the Champ's
yes men.
"Sharee is too new and she really doesn't know the whole
story" they begged, "Michelle has already been briefed and
she is our top news personality."
Roberto had settled on the then-blond Sharee. A new look
for her that was having spectacular results.
"I don't give a damn if she is the Queen of Sheba, If you guys
are going to rip me apart at least I am gonna choose
someone I can feast my eyes on !"
Sharee was rushed to the set. But first she made an
important pit stop to the Dressing Room ... to powder her
nose and, more importantly, to make a quick call to her old
college news director.
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Back on the set, the producer whispered some tips into her
ear and shoved a list of talking points into her hands.
Sharee took a brief return cell phone call ... listening intently
while the make-up girl primped the champ. He was ...to put
it bluntly ... eye candy for every woman in the world.
The interview went very well. Sharee wasn't nearly as bitchy
as Michelle ... but still managed to make Roberto squirm.
Finally the interview came to an end and as Sharee made her
thank yous, The Champ looked her in the eye ... and uttered
this non sequiter,
"Ahh ! _______________, you are not as dumb as you look !"
Sharee clearly oended, snapped back, "No _____________ ?"
and a few other choice words in a language no one in the
newsroom had ever heard of.
The Entourage and the Champ shued out of the building
but not before Roberto stopped and pivoted back to talk
quietly in a corner to Sharee
Needless to say, the producer, the news director and the
sports-spurned female commentator badgered Sharee to
learn what he had said.
"Well he apologized to me, and to make up for it...he invited
me and a D-I-N camera crew to spend three weeks at histraining camp outside New Bedford. AND he will pick up the
whole tab !"
Memorably, Sharee wheeled around and sauntered back to
her cubicle as if nothing had happened. She had already
made a couple of enemies in her new job ... no need to rub it
in.
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There is always a hush whenever Sharee moves around the
newsroom, broken only by the clip clop of heels as she
makes her wayto the news directors ofce ... looking
occasionally back to her desk ... as if she forgot to include a
fact or two in her story.
Sharee tries to guess what this is all about. Maybe it's a big
thank you for the mini-series on the Champ who was as
good as his word. Flying her and Julio, D-I-N's best
videographer and Puerto Rican. I guess the news bosses
felt Puerto Rican was close enough to Portuguese ... as the
producer said flippantly, "Same shit dierent bucket."
The champ paid for everything, even settling them in a motel
near his training camp for the entire time. The rustic, you
might say, spartan digs, were near the site of the upcoming
Bay State World Invitational track meet ... on the campus of
UMass Dartmouth. The champ liked to joke he could get
much needed speed work done there.
But back to the moment...back to the news directors ofce.
The boss "welcomes" Sharee, his eyes downcast, normal
posture in her presence. His star staer and top recruit has
been on the job for only a short time yet this has become a
familiar behavior.
There are two other people in the cramped room ... barely
able to fit around the large desk. Sharee recognizes the
Human Resources Director and gets introduced to his
assistant, a small older woman.
Mike refuses to look up.. studying every detail of his shoe
tips shuing awkwardly. It is the Human Resources Director
who...intones,
"Mizz Grant. You have been on probation for six months
now. We thank you for your service. Unfortunately we have
decided to go in another direction with our stafng. We
cannot oer you employment here at D-I-N !"
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Chapter two--Red Flags
Let's step back a second from the drama of this mini-
tragedy. Back to the weeks that were wonderful ... the weeks
when Sharee's star still shone brightly... but back also when
the whiof something ominous was in the air ... when the
show honchos poured over the ratings and decided major
changes were needed.
Michelle Clark moved up to Main Anchor/Host. Before that,
she was just one of several occasional commentators. Now
she was the opening act,
"Anger ! The story of our times. Unfairness and
unemployment are its handmaidens. The jobless rate hoversabove ten per cent ...ripping the guts out of consumer
confidence ! ...and we have the President to blame !"
Michelle read the teleprompter ... but then departed from
script ... looking occasionally down at a sheet of talking
points on her desk. She was in full ad-lib .... looking
confidently .... directly... into the studio camera... to a
bemused, amused America.
It was the first time that a Point of View led the broadcast.
Michelle took full advantage, yanking position points from
her recently unsuccessful campaign for Congress. It waslittle more than a stump speech snaked with snarkieness.
"Unemployment is unfair ... folks with masters degrees are
pounding the streets. Unemployment compensation is
running out ...running out after several politically motivated
extensions ! The deficit is soaring. Foreclosure rates
rising ... and housing prices tanking. It simply isn't fair !"
Michelle suddenly stood up and paraded around to the front
of the anchor desk ...then sat on the desk, lissome legs
provocatively posed.
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The producers watching the monitors sensed immediately
that the show was changing directions in a way that couldbecome a direct threat to many of their jobs.
Why pay for a reporter, field producer, fact checker audio
man, videographer, remote truck and crew, for a scripted
show, when you can pay just one person--the anchor
babe--to rant on the air for fifteen minutes.
Of course not just anyone could pull this o. This tour de
force took the right, almost mystical, mojo. The talisman--
the recently dyed ravishing red hair --eye candy for high
definition--the bust line, legs AND the partisan resume.
She was the only one of the stable of talkers who had
readily strayed from objective news analyst to subjective
opinion maker. Only a handful knew the bean counters in
the background would eventually put financial pressure on
the unsustainable expenses of a news-gathering operation.
The real risk of course was whether the audience would
accept the format changes and more importantly ... accept
Michelle, red-hair and all.
Mike Milano also knew that this was a game changer. No one
noticed that he had retreated, turned ohis ofce light,
shuttered the windows and begun furiously shooting out
emails.
"Hello, everybody. Well it's time to send out the escape
tapes. The madness has hit us ! We are at the bottom of the
slippery slope. Remember, I warned everyone. Once they
dropped the Fairness Doctrine and scaled back Equal Time in
the 80's ... we would be on our way to oblivion. Well oblivion
has arrived !"
Milano buried his head in his hands and teared up. Yes,
cried. This is a man who never cried. He wept quietly, no
one heard him ... but he really didn't care.
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His entire worldview flipped. He predicted what would
happen next. He would challenge the changes, of course,
but his arguments would fall on deaf ears. His bosses would
roll their eyes, the marketing and programming people would
pooh pooh his concerns, the correspondents and producers
would not back him up because they were too busy to see
the threat. The public would not really care because they felt
journalists were elitist snobs anyway and laced with liberal
bias. Truth would be called a lie ! A new mishmash of
consultants and accountants would celebrate cost-benefit,
cheap citizen journalists, and ignore the Amateurization of
America.
Milano cringed when management brought in that
professor--the naif with, for the nonce, news experience--
to consult--or was it to expound-- on the use of Public
Journalism. Then it was that program director out of
Washington, who preached that daily journalism was
dead...that news should be more analytical and that
reporter-intensive coverage strategies were boring and way
too expensive... and, though incorrect, more damning ...
...doesn't build audience...doesnt attract revenue.
Milano would not tell family, not even his wife, to avoid
needless worry or to know that he was worried sick. He
would quietly send out his resume and begin networking,But Milano knew it would be much tougher to find something
at his age and he would be lucky to get a news jobs at half
what he is making now.
The first round of downsizing was bound to begin very
soon ... maybe in less than a year, Milano had already heard
about the slide in advertising revenue in virtually every
medium. He had long ago looked on with concern as internet
change swept, first the music business with Napster, then
commercial radio with the shock jocks, the catastrophe that
infected the newspaper industry as Clear Channel-clones
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gobbled up and spit out hallowed newsrooms while Craigslist
continued to burrow through the bedrock of the business
model.
Milano reporters had always lived with the luxury of
obliviousness, their professional belief in the separation of
marketing and media had blinded them to the importance of
the business side which was, in fact, the underpinning of
everything they could do in journalism. The journalists
model of the separation of church and state, i.e., keeping
business separate from news, had already begun to erode
with the disturbing changes in the worlds best newsrooms
at the Los Angeles Times, New York Times, the Wall Street
Journal, and the even worse events at the Chicago Tribune.
Milano could even forecast the struggle of journalism
schools as jobs in the industry vanished. The wire services
would shrink. Aggregators armed with algorithms would
take the place of original human sources, and lead to the
kind of reliance on digital information gathering which one
old FBI hand had said created the national security holes that
sank the World Trade Center on 9/11.
But perhaps what was most stunning to this old marine was
the direct threat to the democracy he fought for as a soldier
in the first Iraq war, and supported his work as a field
producer during the second Iraq war.
Now that the the shouters and doubters replaced the
scientific approach to news gathering ... where would voters
get credible information? Or would this new breed of
balloters even care?
The accuracy of information was under siege and histrionics
had taken its place. The Shock Jocking of television
broadcasting became so profitable, that the mainstream
news media shifted its core...like tectonic plates rearranging
the continents.
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Mike Milano had pleaded with his professional associations
to lobby for regulatory sanity over the internet so that it
matched to the rules which radio, television, and newspapers
had to labor under. Where were the libel laws, and the
copyright protections that escorted intellectual property in
every other medium? Now under a misreading of freedom of
speech, people were allowed to yell fire in a theater... or even
worse, build bombs on the internet, or incite attacks on the
innocent.
Milano labored under the weight of all this for fifteen
minutes, then struggled to get himself together emotionally.
Maybe it's time to consider retirement and let a younger
breed rediscover sanity .... maybe even find a way toRefinance the First Amendment.
Now back to the moment.
Sharee can hear her God chuckling at all her public and even
private plans...stuno one at D-I-N knew about. Like the
eort it took to relocate her secret son, find medical care,
track down her wayward father, ferret out discrete addict
support groups, haul all her stuto the condo. It had taken
all her savings, to buy the clothes she needed for the job, to
pay for the trips to hospitals in Providence, Boston and
Atlanta.
It took even more emotional capital to reconnect with
Mom.
Professionally, Sharee also siphoned a lot of money out of
her personal account to build a team of confidants. The
blind mother in Providence who monitored emergency
scanners, the grad students at Palisades College who did
everything from fact-checking, to research, a stable of
sources and informants-- out-of-pocket old school
journalism was very expensive.
All her planning, scheming and juggling... now coming to an
abrupt halt !
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Chapter Three--The Sucker Punch.
Sharee had heard of the Sucker Punch before. Actually saw it
in action in her first job out of college. But she never thought
it would happen to her, Nor did she know it could take your
breath away like a shot to the kidneys or that it could recast
the real world in a starkly pukish pallor. She didn't know, as
the H.R. flack prattles on, that the spoken word can
become--suddenly-- abstruse.
Time splits, diverges, veers away. As if the three who know
what has just happened are in a dierent dimension from the
people outside in the newsroom --- who have no idea thattheir new star has just been fired.
"This can't be happening... wha..." Her mind mues her
mouth.
Sharee quizzes the company reps, all variations of "why",
with answers that bounce back curtly, that never vary from
some predetermined script designed to dodge, evade ... and
what's that big word, oh yeah, obfuscate..
This simply can't be happening ! I was doing so well !
What was it Michaels told her when she got the original call
from the network to come up as an August sub for a
correspondent on vacation?
"Be ready, you might be on the Jane Pauley fast track," her old
college news director alerted her. (Whenever one of his male
former students seemed to be moving up the ladder he would
use Peter Jennings as the example. Both made their big
network splash in their twenties.)
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Sharee certainly thought her career was taking o...
especially when she remembered moving up to the anchorjob a month ago. Was it just a month ago? Her mind
continues to wander back.
Milano had phoned her to come to his ofce back then. He
was used to the brains and brilliance of everyone talented
enough to make it to the network level, but still he was
frequently ill-at-ease whenever he had to chat directly with
Sharee Grant.
"Whew, what a day. What a Daayy !" He stretched. He always
started with small talk, as if discussing his own managerial
problems helped bolster his rank over subordinates,
"... had to demote Ted. Took him oweekend anchor and
reassigned him to cover consumer safety stories. I told him
over and over to get rid of that part in the middle of his
head.
...with his pitch black hair, his white skin, looks like a bolt
of lightning on the screen whenever he looks down at his
copy to read !"
Sharee froze. Did he just make a funny? Was he serious?
Why was he telling her this? Next came the kicker.
"You interested in the job?"
Of course Sharee accepted, knowing this would invite more
back-biting from the peanut gallery. Summer subs simply
don't move up to any full time news position this quickly let
alone to an anchor job on a nationally syndicated show. She
had endured this before in Kansas City, when she moved up
from floor director to main anchor in one year. That was
unheard of in a major market let alone in a career just one
year out of college.
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She was certainly doing well for the first four months at the
network. Several of her stories made the A block of
D-I-N...three even got picked up by the nightly news shows.
Yeah, they had been great gets--bona-fide scoops. She had
used her old college journalism training to create her own
beats. Beats were frowned upon in this shop. So on her own
time, she would drive over to her three beats, including the
federal courthouse in Providence, during the lunch hours on
Tuesdays.
It was during one of those stops that she happened to sit
next to a young woman sitting on a bench outside courtroom
2A. She was an ordinary looking but physically fit bottle
blond wearing casual but classy _________ blouse and slacks.Sharee knew from her modeling days that this modest
looking outfit was made of expensive material that must
have placed it in the 500-hundred-dollar range.
They chatted about fashion, hair dyeing and even exchanged
phone numbers. Sharee heard from her a few days later and
agreed to meet at Cafe Nordstrom at Providence Place for
lunch and maybe a little window shopping.
"Yeah, I think I am going to grow my hair back to its natural
color," Sharee toyed over a salad at the crowded eatery while
omitting the real reasons ... wouldnt everyone be surprised
if they really knew who she was.
"I only went blonde because I thought it might get me a full
time job at Daily Investigative News. Then I stopped by
Nordstroms to buy a couple of outfits for the new job ... I
cleared out my savings and spent $5000."
"My God !" said Cindy, "What if you didn't get the full time
gig? I don't spend that kind of money on clothes in three
years! I'm always telling Frank not to buy me expensive
stu.
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He's always trying to get me jewelry. Hey, I'm not that kind
of girl."
"Neither am I," Sharee looked away as a couple of suits have
taken notice of her ... recognizing her from somewhere that
they can't quite place.
Of course she rarely drops by this time of day. She always
marvels at how well-known people seemed to pop in every
now and then.
Clearly Sharee was becoming part of that club, the faces,
after rocketing from fill-in to probationer to weekend
network anchor. Not only that, but she is reconnecting with
her father for the first time since she was a kid. He lives in acondo about 30 miles east, in New Bedford.
Mr. Gomes had left the family long ago and settled back in
the area while he had gone back to graduate school. It's
also where a large community of Cape Verdeans lived. He
finally felt at home after stops in the Cape Verde islands,
Sierra Leone, London and Florida where he lived with
Sharee's mom.
Sharee was feeling as good about the latest developments in
her private and public life as Cindy felt bad about hers.
"They are forcing me to testify against Frank" Cindywhispered. Frank was her boyfriend, Frank Rocco, the much
older cousin of Nick "Bones" Bonaro, the reputed head of
one of the last of Federal Hill's crime families. That morning
a federal grand jury had indicted Frank on ten counts of
Medicare fraud.
Cindy must have had reason to fear for her life. She was a
vibrant 26 year old when Sharee had chatted with her
before ... now she was mush, visibly aging from the stress.
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For some reason, she began spilling the beans to a reporter
whom she'd just met... all about her love aair with the same
guy she would have to testify against if she wanted to avoid ahandful of fraud charges as an accomplice. Cindy is a
licensed mental health therapist, who started her own
practice when she had gotten tired of working her butt o
for someone else, for little or nothing.
It was around that time that she was introduced to an elderly
businessman named Frankie, who had dealings with the
Medicare system. He oered to finance her dreams while she
managed the business side. Seemed there was a potentially
lucrative government push to incentivize women to own
small businesses.
They met over dinner several times during the next three
months. He was, despite his age, a very charming fellow. At
close to 70 he was still a very vigorous man and flush with
money. After dinner he would always have an after party at
his condo. A dozen or so people over to play cards, or sit
around yak-king about how to save the world.
At any given point he would talk about the adventures of his
past life ... his many travels ... his fears during military
service and combat ... his time in Hollywood and the stars he
brushed elbows with.
Once he reminisced about a dinner with five film stars of the
one movie he had ever had a financial interest in. They were
nibbling at a fancy restaurant in Italy. He ticked othe
names of the stars sitting around the table ... each one of
them in the process of becoming a legend.
Frank told stories in that august gathering in his typical
expansive ways ... his arms flailing about ...inevitably leading
to a clever, even thrilling, climax. One was so stirring ... that
he had to jump up ....his napkin detached and dropped from
under his chin ... both arms
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frozen in a victory pose, to punctuate the punch line ... when
he looked down and realized that his fly was open.
Well, you had to be there but it was much funnier when he
told the story.
Cindy was taken with all this. They worked closely on
establishing her business. He had a way of attracting angel
investors while she recruited the sta, leased a building near
a cluster of prominent medical practices and applied to be on
the referral list for various health insurance plans.
Like all small businesses ... it struggled during the first year.
Frankie advised her to hire a marketing and development
person to help drum up business, and recommended a
woman who had contacts with area medical clinics.Suddenly, patients started rolling in and the medicare
applications for reimbursements began to clog up the
process ... so they had to hire a medical records person to
handle the workload. Frankie had run across these new
employees in his previous businesses.
Three years into the eort, the money began to flow in, so
much so, that Cindy observed a change in the lifestyle of
some of the new people on sta. While she continued to
wear the middle-class clothing of a typical licensed mental
health therapist ... she noticed the new hires began coming
to work dressed to the nines. She became suspicious when
the medical records person drove up in a BMW.
But business was so good, that Cindy and Frankie opened up
another clinic in town thirty miles away ... then another ...and
another. Pretty soon they had ten clinics in the region ... yet,
the patients and the money kept pouring in.
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At this point in Cindy's story, the distressed young woman
gave Sharee a disk.
"Please hold on to this. It's the only thing I didn't hand over
to the federal prosecutors." She whispered,"It's an o-the-
books record that we began to keep, detailing our actual
costs in providing mental health therapies, and the changes
we made to requests for Medicare reimbursements for drugs,
and physician care."
Cindy then admitted that she had become so overwhelmed
with the explosive growth of their business, that she had
begun to take shortcuts to handle the massive load of
paperwork, signing oon patients to whom the practice had
given little or no medical care. Some were referrals of peopleso mentally debilitated, that it wasn't possible for them to
understand what a therapist was talking about.
Next week, Cindy was dead ... from "natural causes"
Needless to say, she didn't have to testify and eventually the
case against Frank was dismissed, as other elements in the
case collapsed.
Sharee had enough stufrom Cindy to piece together an
exclusive! Actually, that was only one of fifty stories Sharee
was working on when Mono Mike called her to his ofce to
oer her the weekend anchor position. That, and the anchor
job, convinced everyone in the newsroom that her career was
on the fastest of tracks.
Oddly enough, many of the stories had to do with the hiring
and firing practices of major companies. How the public
made that leap from the Rocco story was beyond her, but she
became fascinated with the under-covered angle of
discrimination in the work place.
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But neither Mike nor the rest of the staknew about the
other major story she was working on. The one generated
from an innocuous conversation at the Shawmut Diner. The
story that led to the White House and the War.
As for Sharee's own job prospects, as good as things seemed
to be going, there were certainly red flags. For example that
day when Mono Mike called her into the ofce a few weeks
ago.
"Human Resources wants to talk to you about something.
Get on down there and get back for the daily news meeting"
The Human Resources ofce was on another floor, down
where the business of
ce and sales departments were.Sharee got lost several times trekking through the warren.
"We were wondering why you applied to go to the National
Black Journalist Convention in Detroit. We have a couple of
other folks who wanted to go, but we can only aord to send
two.
The Human Resources Director was more than curious. Why
was this young and attractive, yet obviously white, reporter
wanting to go to this type of meeting. The executive sized
her up. Tall, stylish, professionally dressed. Paler than
snow, with muted red lipstick and bright blonde hair. Maybe
she wants to cover the event for a story, he thought.
Sharee stared back for several uncomfortable moments,then
reached into her purse and pulled out a photo. She looked
at the HR director again then dropped her professional
demeanor and smiled sheepishly...saying quietly"
"This is my father," she said haltingly, "My biological father"
The network executive registered a look of silent
astonishment !
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"His name is Galen. Dr. G.A.E.T Gomes to be exact. PhD in
Nuclear Physics.
He was born in Sierra Leone but grew up in the Cape Verde
islands"
All the executive saw was the dark face ... he blanched. He
could not reconcile the black face in the photo with the
image of the very white-looking young reporter standing
there in front of him.
The session ended. He said he would give her application
due consideration. Later that week, Sharee decided to go
back to her natural hair color ... as if it was important to
return to her "roots."
So here's the replay: three weeks later Sharee is summoned
to the news director's ofce. Photos of Mono Mikes family,
posed shots with big shots, ornate certificates, littered on the
one shelf above his cluttered desk.Surprisingly Mono Mike is
there, but so are two other people. The director of Human
Resources and his assistant, an older woman who never
speaks. Just nods and listens.
"Ms. Grant you have completed your six month probationaryperiod. Unfortunately, we have decided not to oer you full
time employment here"
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Chapter Four --Secrets
By Roberta Douglas
Judith Gomes, nee Levinson, had only one child a girl she andher husband Galen decided to name Sharee, a version of theHebrew name, Sharon, which means a rose, and is a bow to her
strict Orthodox Jewish upbringing.Sharee was a lovely child. She was tall for her age, with a pale
porcelain complexion and a lush mane of dark brown hair. Shewas quite shy, and it was an accomplishment to coax a smile from
her, but it was worth the effort, because it was a wide, dazzlingsmile which lit up her whole face and showed off her beautifulwhite teeth. Her dad always knew exactly how to get not only that
smile, but also a real giggle.
As Judith was admiring her teen-age daughter one day, shereflected on Sharees impressive height, which was just about amatch for her own six-foot stature. That brought Judith back to her
own adolescence, which was made uncomfortable by the reactionof people to her uncommonly tall figure. She vowed to let Shareeknow one day about her many trials on that account, not that
Sharee didnt have her own tales of embarrassment regardingHows the weather up there? remarks from strangers.
Marrying out of her faith had cost Judith dearly. Her parents,according to Jewish law, were obliged to disown her and mourn
her passing. Not only had she married a non-Jew, but he was CapeVerdean, a man of color. The split with her family would hauntJudith forever, but this felt like the right path for her to be
following.While Sharee was growing and coming into her own, Judith
promised herself to be as supportive of her daughter as shepossibly could, but she knew in her heart that an attractive girl,
who had finally overcome her shyness, could easily get intotrouble without half trying. (Perhaps she was remembering herown not so discrete years). So, she became a strict disciplinarian.
Sharee was allowed very little freedom growing up, and, ashappens in such cases, she had a strong desire to break free and do
her own thing.It was terribly difficult for Judith to compromise as much as she
found that she had to in her marriage. Her husband had his owntraditions, and his own scientific beliefs, and she had hers. She
had more than a little metaphysical leaning, and the two constantlylocked horns about philosophy.
Judith believed that things are perfect just as they are that
things have to run their course in order to bring about the desiredresult and that there are no short cuts to a happy ending.
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Galens approach was to force situations to fit a mold whichwould then produce the desired result. He was disciplined and
focused on the bottom line. That was his happy ending.During Sharees teen years, when she proved to have an inner
wild child, this bickering became constant.
It escalated exponentially when Sharee was in her first year ofcollege. She brought her boyfriend Melvin home one evening and
asked her folks to Sit down for a minute. We want to tell yousomething.
Both Galen and Judith sat down on the sofa, expecting to hear
the announcement of an engagement. Melvin stood quietly bySharees side when she said, Mom, you and dad are going to be
grandparents. The air in the room was alive with shock, and therewas a moment of stunned silence. Judith was first to regain
composure, and asked, How far along are you?About three months Sharee replied.Do you intend to continue this pregnancy? Are you
considering keeping the baby and raising it? Do you two plan tomarry? Judiths rapid-fire interrogation threw Sharee and Melvin
for a loop. They really didnt have any idea what kind of receptiontheir news would elicit, but they werent prepared for what they
got.Mom, of course we are going to have this baby and raise it.
Arent you happy to know youre almost a grandmother?
Judith ignored the question and instead reiterated her own. Doyou plan to marry and give this child a stable home?
Melvin answered that one. To tell the truth, we havent
discussed it yet. Weve been so caught up with the fact of thebaby, that we arent clear yet on the future.Well, dont you think the future should have been considered
before you started a baby? asked Judith.After an uncomfortable half hour of this sort of back-and-forth
discussion, Sharee and Melvin went for a long walk, leaving the
older couple to come to terms with the news. Judith was veryvocal about her feelings, but Galen just sat. He seemed almost
indifferent as though it didnt have anything to do with him. Hedidnt have any reason to talk about it, and absolutely refused to
get involved.Their different styles of coping with that situation ultimately
proved to be more insurmountable to her folks than their racial
difference, and in less than a year, their marriage broke up. PoorJudith was left to manage Sharees situation on her own.
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Although Sharee and Melvin did not marry, they took a smallapartment and started a life together. They tried their best, but
when their little son Butchie Boy began to show signs of beingsick, Melvin took off for parts unknown. How could a youngwoman with a little boy take care of herself? She appealed to her
mother, who, of course, took them in.You can stay here, and Ill help as much as I can, as long as you
go to school and make something of yourself. You cant just sithere all day and expect to be taken care of. Sharee got the
message, and accepted the terms.With her moms help, Sharee managed to finish college and get a
degree in journalism. She landed a job which took her to Kansas
City, so she entrusted the raising of little Butchie Boy to Judith,and moved out.
Sharee didnt keep in close touch with her mother and her son,but she was well aware of what was happening in their lives. She
was on the computer every day, looking for ways to help ButchieBoy, and she was happy to be getting occasional e-notes fromJudith.
During this time, Butchie Boy was becoming more and moresickly. His attacks escalated to a level that kept Judith in a
constant state of worry and agitation. She didnt have legalcustody of her grandchild, so permission for various treatments and
procedures was hard to come by. Judith found herself constantlymaking excuses for the absence of his parents, and going aboveand beyond to seek care for him.
Judith began to lament her old way of life. How did she ever
allow herself to get so far away from her core beliefs? She reallyneeded to go within and access all her inner resources to stay on aneven keel. Touching again upon her knowledge that Spirit was
within her and all around her began to calm the outer storm.Judith knew in her heart of hearts that everything happens for a
reason, that each of us contracts with Source for a lifetime of
experiences. She needed to keep in mind that this is just thelearning she signed up for. Even little Butchie Boy was part of this
learning. Whether she was the teacher or the student wassomething that her soul knew, even if her human self did not.
Her estranged husband Galen was baffled by these beliefs ofhers. He was a scientist, a realist. If he couldnt see it or prove it,it just didnt exist. No wonder they couldnt live together.
The one thing they always had in common, however, was afervent love of family and home. Deep down inside, Judith kept
his love close, and hoped that one day they might again connect.That hope was the one thing which kept her from trying to
reconcile with her Jewish family. She knew that, given theopportunity to again be with Galen, she would do it.
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Aware that southern New England is a mecca for health care,Judith packed up her little compact car, and drove from Florida to
Corinth, Rhode Island, in order to be closer to the facilities whichwere so important to Butchie Boys well-being.
Galen had made sure that, in spite of their break-up, Judith still
could access the money they had managed to save during theirmarriage, and he also sent her a small check each month an
unofficial alimony payment so she was able to comfortablyrelocate.
The house she found was a typical New England Cape. It had afireplaced living room, a dining room, a half bath and the kitchenon the first floor, with three bedrooms and a full bath upstairs. It
was a very comfortable family home with a nice back yard whichwas just right for a growing boy, and a one car garage.
Butchie Boy constantly assured his grandmother that he wasfine, but his health kept him from fully participating in all the
activities which are so dear to a little boys heart. Sure, he couldwatch sports and games, but thats not really what either of themwanted.
Judith often asked him, What would make you happy? Whatwould you like to do to have some fun?
Most of the time, his answer was, I like watching the other kids.I just want to be with them even if I cant do everything they can
do.Meditation was Judiths only escape from the reality of dealing
with her grandsons problem. But, even during those times, she
was seeking an inner solution to this heartbreaking situation, so it
wasnt a true escape at all. If only she could come up with someinsight, something nobody else had thought of. If only Shareewould involve herself in his life. What a relief it would be to know
that an answer was in sight, a light at the end of this interminabletunnel. Instead, she had to be constantly on guard in order toprotect him from injury.
Meanwhile, Sharee found out where her mother and son hadmoved to, and she campaigned mightily until she landed a job
right in Corinth. It was a job tailor-made for her, and it waswonderful the way it put her back in Butchie Boys life. Now she
and Judith could finally be friends and allies, instead ofdisciplinarian and rebel.
Judiths phone rang. Mom, its me. Im here in Rhode Island
and I want to come see you. Please, may I?Of course, come!. I love you and Ive missed you, and if
youve grown up and think youre ready to be a proper mother, wecan band together to take care of this precious son of yours.
replied Judith.
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Sharee rang the bell, and was let in. They sat at the table over acup of tea and Sharee began to talk. Im so sorry, mom. I was
young, and I know I behaved irresponsibly. After being on myown for a while, I finally realize how important it is to have family,and to take care of the ones you love. Believe me, I wont ever
leave again, she tearfully promised.After they had a long sob session, and promised each other to
make up for lost time, Judith dished up a steaming bowl ofhomemade chicken soup and they got down to the business of
being family again.Pretty soon, Sharee pulled a much folded piece of paper out of
her purse and showed it to Judith. See, Ive kept a lot of the notes
you emailed me. They helped show me that family is forever, andnot just when youre in front of each other. This one is my
favorite. You know, when you told me how tough it was to be thetallest one in school, even taller than the boys. How did you know
what I was going through? I never said anything about it.Judith laughed and said, Do you think you have the patent on
feeling out of place? We all have our little trials. Read it to me,
honey.OK.
Height - everyone has it, to one degree or another. Your height
has a lot to do with how people see you. Are you short? Are youextra tall? Maybe you are VERY tall. Some folks are evenconsidered of average height. Well, it could never be said that Iwas average. I began as an over 9 pound baby. As early as
kindergarten, I became aware of my tall stature. Someinsensitive people even went so far as to ask me if I had beenkept back in school - at age 5! Don't think I wasn't aware of thatas a very sore spot.
All through elementary and junior high, I was the tallest studentin class, even taller than the boys. Wasn't THAT fun! I was lastin line for everything. I was in the back row for assemblies. I wasin the back row for class pictures - with those boys who wereapproaching my height.
Fourteen year old girls, who were 5'8" back in the '50's, werenot popular with the male sex. Not only was I too tall, but also, Iwore glasses. (Boys really DIDN'T make passes at me who woreglasses.) No boy wanted to date a girl who was taller than hewas. As a matter of fact, I didn't want a boy who was shorter than
me anyway. I was so self-conscious.In those days, young boys were not six feet tall, as they are
today. I don't know what's in the food these days, but it's notunusual to find a 15 year old boy who is over 6'.
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My mother constantly told me to stand up straight. I was going tolook even taller if I slouched. So, I now have really good posture
(I guess that's a good thing). One day, on the beach, when I wasabout 30, a man stopped me and said that he just HAD to tell mewhat wonderful posture I had. That was not the compliment I washoping for, but I guess you take what you can get.
As I matured (yes, I am), I began to appreciate my height. Irealized that I could wear clothes well, and I began to hope thatwhen I had kids, they would be tall. Well, you are tall.
My main advantage now, is that I am tall enough to reach thetop shelf in the supermarket for all those cute little old ladies, whoare jealous of my height!
I am tall enough to carry all the big bling I love to wear. So Iwear a lot of it! And I'm getting old enough to say almost anythingI want to say, so I say it!
Ain't life grand?Mom I just love this note. You have no idea how many times
Ive read it. It brought you close to me when I was at my loneliest.It always made me homesick for you. Sharee was in tears again at
this point, and needed her mom to soother her. That did both ofthem a world of good.
Even when they are getting along well, mothers and daughtershave an undercurrent of dissention. The adjustment period for
Judith and Sharee was tough, but no worse than anyone else.Butchie Boys needs made quick work of cementing the twowomen together, and between them, they found the right hospitals,
and the doctors who could do him the most good,
As the two women bonded, Judith began to tell her daughterabout her life with Galen before Sharee was born.
We travelled a lot. I think the best trip we had was on our
honeymoon. We went to Israel. I never realized how much redtape is involved in over-seas travel.
First, we had to be vaccinated against smallpox again. Then
there was a tetanus shot. Of course, the smallpox vaccine gives astrong re-action. That hit me right in the middle of trying on
clothes for the trip. What a fever I had!Then, passports had to be dealt with. Smile for the birdie!. I
really believe that those customs people enjoy producingunflattering photos. They must be jealous of all the places peoplego, while theyre stuck in one spot.
The trip was one of those packages which allowed us to choosewhich locations to visit, and put us in a different group for each
arm of the trip.First, we boarded our plane, El Al Airline, of course, and settled
in for a really long flight. It was an overnight, and veryuncomfortable for sleeping.
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There were so many people in each row, that we felt guilty every
time we had to get up for the rest room. The food was pretty good,kosher, naturally.
The airport wasnt as big as the ones we have here now, but it
certainly was busy. People of all nationalities and speaking somany different languages. It was a real potpourri, but nothing
compared to what we would encounter at the various stops alongour way.
We stayed at a hostel on our first night. We had a very austere
room, with a common bathroom for the entire second floor at theend of the hall. We had a clawfoot tub, and an overhead water
closet with a pull-chain. I remember that the toilet paper was sohard that I wrote a letter home on it. At that point, I realized why I
was advised to bring with me any paper goods I would need for thetrip. A few days later, in Jerusalem, we went into the King DavidHotel, and I confiscated a roll of real toilet paper from the public
rest room.Our plan allowed for one night in a kibbutz, you know, a
commune. That is how the early Jewish pilgrims lived when theState of Israel was new. They did that so they could rely on the
talents of each of them to help build the new country withoutworry about necessities of living. It seemed to work for them, butI cant see myself not having personal property, and only seeing
my kids at dinner. It was, in my view, a tough way to go.Sight-seeing was like having all my Hebrew School lessons
come to life. King Solomons Mine was so impressive! We saw it
from a valley, so that the mountain seemed even taller than it was.We could see all the different colors of the sandstone, in layers,everywhere mining had taken place.
One of the things that left a big impression, was a small planethat took us over the Negev desert to Eilat on the Dead Sea. Ourcameras were taken away for the flight, because there were
military installations in the desert, which were covert.Unfortunately, while we were in Israel, there were military
skirmishes here and there. In the windows of all the tall buildings,there were sand bags visible, with rifles poking out between them.
Also, we saw a lot of signs posted on buildings and kiosks, whichwarned of pick-pockets and other things, in three languages Hebrew, French, and English.
We ate falafel in the street, and went to a real flea market. Thatswhere I found that amber necklace you like so much. It was so
much fun to shop, because nobody expects you to pay the askingprice. Its almost mandatory to dicker. We loved it!
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After we left Israel by ship (it was half cargo, half passengers), wesailed on the Mediterranean to Pompeii, Italy, to see the ruins.
There were tiny mummies, under glass, of children and babies, stillin the positions they were caught in by the eruption. There were alot of signs here, too. It was forbidden to pick up any pebbles or
other material and remove it from the site.Also in Italy, we visited a cameo factory. Rows and rows of old
men were sitting along benches, each with a flat-topped post infront of him. They would mount a piece of sea shell on their post,
lean it against the bench, and with a cutting tool, carved away bitsof the shell to leave the cameo design. They told us that the designwas already in the shell, they just needed to let it out. They got the
inspiration for the picture from the piece they were working.The next stop was Barcelona, Spain. We were told to stay
together and not to speak loud, or touch anything. Those peopledidnt like strangers. While we were there, I bought those soft
calfskin gloves you like. They were fitted to me as a dress wouldbe. They placed my elbow in a brace-like apparatus, powdered myhand, and pretty much forced a glove onto it. That way, it was a
custom fit. There was no time to eat before getting back on theship.
Then, we approached the Straits of Gibraltar. The water wasstarting to get rough, and I didnt feel too well. It was a relief to
disembark in Ponta del Gada, in the Azores. Your dad loved itthere, happy to be where his family had settled after leaving the
Cape Verde Islands.We saw, on top of a small mountain, twin lakes. One was green
and one was blue. They told us that was a natural phenomenon. Itwas really beautiful.
When we got back on the ship to cross the Atlantic, I had a
foresight of how the trip was going to be. I was right. I wasseasick all the way home. There was a storm in the Atlantic, and it
was so rough that the Captains Dinner, on the last night out, wascancelled.
Seeing the Statue of Liberty at the mouth of the harbor was
wonderful. I had no idea it would affect me so. I actually wept.A lot of people cheered, and I saw other folks with tears running
down their face.Well, it was time to get back to reality. Going through Customs
was easy. They opened all our bags, and did a perfunctory
inspection. All we had to do was to say we had nothing to declare,and they let us in.
The worst part of any trip is unpacking and doing laundry, andthis was no exception. But, it only took a couple of day to get
back to normal. Im really glad we went. Thats one of myfavorite memories of your dad.