Have you guys heard all the ruckus about the book “Love and Consequences”? It’s a real life story about this half-white/half native-American girl growing up in foster care in south central L.A and how she copes with gang life and running drugs and everything else. It’s been a big deal – featured by the NY Times & NPR. How an inner-city girl got out and lives to tell this really affecting story.
It’s by Margaret B. Jones. Except…it turns out…that it’s NOT by Margaret B. JONES…it’s by Margaret B. SETZER. Margaret B. Setzer - who grew up in Thousand Oaks, California with a nice, loving, suburban family of four. The bitch made the whole thing up. Every bit of it. All 300 pages. I may make up little things about speeding tickets and drink coupons, but a whole stinkin’ book? No way. The half native-American thing was a nice touch…get a little minority c.v. going.
I think she deserves credit for being able to come up with 300 pages of black urban experiences and making it sound authentic. She is obviously NOT from Vermont. Of course, maybe it only sounds authentic to people like the New York Times and NPR and me….probably not the keenest judges of inner-city life.
And how did she get found out? That’s right…her SISTER called the Times and ratted her out. No call to mom, no bicycle-kicking to settle the score (that’s an inside joke for Nicola)…the SISTER just called the Times and gave them the whole run-down.
Let that be a lesson to you…that lies are always found out.
Signed,
Your half native-American sister.
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Who you calling sister? Sounds like some sibling rivalry gone terribly wrong. So did the author not give her sister a cut of the profits? Is she still holding a grudge from the " you stole my boyfriend" episode from high school? I think the lesson is much more complicated than you should not lie - I think it is more like don't piss your sister off!
FYI - I am NOT one of the McSisters!
I agree whole-heartedly about not pissing off the McSisters. We break skinny girls' wrists when we are not even mad, when we are just chillin' and havin' fun. Word to the wise folks. (Or 'Word up to ya motha' for you fake jive talkin' folks out there).
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