Barbra Streisand, a staple of the Hollywood glitterati, went too far out on a limb recently in her online defense of Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis, who she claimed was the victim of a plot by conservatives to use her personal life to tarnish her public one.
Writing on X, the singer and actress said Willis is guilty of nothing more than wanting a private relationship with Nathan Wade, the subordinate prosecutor she hired in her investigation of Trump and 18 co-defendants they have charged with racketeering related to Georgia’s 2020 election results.
“How silly that the Republicans want to have Fani Willis fired. For what? Thinking a woman can’t have a private life as well as a professional one? Men do it all the time! How ridiculous is this?” Streisand said on Monday.
“Trump and his allies are attacking fans Willis the DA who is prosecuting him for attempting to overthrow the will of the voters in Georgia. She has a private relationship with one of the prosecutors. This has nothing to do with the facts of the case and Trump’s brazen attempt to pressure the Secretary of State to ‘find’ more votes for him and to put false electors in front of Congress. It is just another diversion by Trump,” she added.
My Parents Abandoned Me and My Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Came At My Door Smiling
I was fifteen when my world shattered. My parents, whom I had always relied on, were frantically packing their belongings right before my eyes. “We’ll call child services.
They’ll take you away,” my father’s voice echoed as he stuffed his suitcase with clothes and belongings. I stood there, paralyzed, watching the chaos unfold, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. My little brothers, James, aged six, and Lucas, aged five, clung to me, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
When the door slammed shut behind them, leaving us behind, the weight of responsibility crashed down on me. I became a parent overnight, thrust into a world I was unprepared for. The days that followed were a blur of panic, desperation, and sorrow. I tried my best to care for my brothers, but it wasn’t long before we were found and placed into the foster care system. The heart-wrenching separation from James and Lucas left a void in my heart that nothing could fill.
Struggles of Survival
The years that followed were a grueling test of endurance and willpower. I bounced from one foster home to another, each one a new challenge. Some were kind, but others were harsh and unloving.
The streets became my sanctuary at times, a place where I learned the harsh realities of life. I scraped by, working odd jobs, doing whatever it took to survive. The pain of being separated from my brothers never left me. Every night, I would lie awake, wondering where they were, if they were safe, if they remembered me.
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