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In my new book I tell the story of how I got to stay with the Rockefeller family and how Sharon Rockefeller asked me to babysit for her 3-year-old daughter, Valerie, sitting with her here, while she went on a trip to Holland. 17 years later, after one of my lectures in Stanford, a white woman came up to me and asked whether we could talk in private. She seemed a bit angry when she said, “I’m in your book.” I was totally confused since there were hardly any whites in the book. When she found the page, I realized she was Valerie Rockefeller. “Last year,” she continued, “when my roommate came home after your show and told me you portrayed my father as an alcoholic and mass murderer, I was very angry with you. But now that I’ve seen the show myself, I have to give you a big hug. And here’s my business card. If ever you need my help, just call me.”
Today, when she is the head of the Rockefeller Foundation, I am still in contact with her.
126 Pocahontas St. Buckhannon, WA – April 1974
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