Jun. 11, 2018


In 1983, I developed a flawless plan with a perfect strategy to save my dying hometown of Pine Bluff, Arkansas.

Determined to PUT THE STEAM-- OF THE 819-- BACK IN PINE BLUFF, I entered the 1984 Mayor’s Race.

Of course, based on Arkansas's long history as a Democratic stronghold, I never had a chance of winning but….I never walk away from a fight.

Today, the town is dead.  Sure, there’s still some talk about “saving” Main Street or the Saenger Theater or an old hotel but….”words without action” is the very reason the town died in the first place.

I don’t waste time thinking about “what could have been”. I experienced the town's slow and painful death and know how it could have survived but...that's another book. Almost two years ago, when I wrote THE BEAUTY QUEEN, my first-book,  I revealed some of the  telling-events, nasty people, and frustrating emotions involved in my attempt to save a town from it's arrogant, above-it-all residents.

So, I've decided to share the following. Over the years, I've learned that laughter is the best medicine when struggling with difficult memories.


From My Book:  THE BEAUTY QUEEN, Let No Deed Go Unpublished.

“About eight years ago, I connected with one of my daughter’s friends on Social Media.  She messaged me saying, here’s a story you may appreciate:

In 1984, when you ran for Mayor of Pine Bluff, my grandmother was absolutely infuriated when your ex-husband’s family took out a full-page Ad in the paper supporting your opponent.  She also told everyone how disgraceful and disrespectful she thought it was when they called you a lesbian. It really boiled her blood! She voted for you, by the way.”

Sometime during the Mayoral Race, phone calls to my campaign headquarters, questioning volunteers about my sexual preference, became more and more frequent. It didn’t take a political analyst to know who was fanning the rumor flames. There was little  doubt who was trying to discredit me, destroy my reputation, and attack my character. Between my ex-husband, his family, the Clintons, and the Democratic Party, the opposition had an organized team of haters—all determined to bring me down.

The day I was forced to stand on the steps of Pine Bluff’s Convention Center to declare I wasn’t a Lesbian, was a difficult day. My parents were the only people standing with me; my volunteers and supporters stayed far away.

To my knowledge no beauty queen or--in fact--any Miss Arkansas—in the history of Arkansas politics—had ever uttered the word “lesbian” in public, let-alone a press conference. I issued my statement—late morning—to only two reporters yet, by that evening, every radio and TV station in Arkansas carried my press conference as the lead story on the 6 p.m. news.

Several months later, I appeared on a talk-radio show. The call-in lines were packed with people wanting to express themselves...some in-support  of my run for Mayor, others denouncing me or challenging me, while others bombarded me with questions.

 I wasn’t surprised when an older-sounding woman called to chastise me for daring to discuss the word....lesbian. She proudly announced she had contacted the Miss Arkansas Committee to “report” me and demand they take-back my crown and my title.

After sufficiently beating-me-up with harsh words and threats, the older woman seemed satisfied and was about to hang-up when she remembered a question she wanted to ask. These were her exact words: “Not that I’m really interested but tell me—how in the world can two women, with the same body parts, have sex? How can the two of you have an ORGANISM?”

Trying to be respectful yet not laugh, I said “Ma’am, as I told you before, I am not a Lesbian. I have no idea how Lesbians perform sexually but, I am curious. As a heterosexual, I’m familiar with the word ORGASM but never once—in all my life—have I heard of anyone having an ORGANISM. Please, tell me what I’m missing.” The older woman screamed and hung up.

The show host, overcome with laughter, quickly went to a commercial.



Latest comments

17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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