Death And Taxes
Welp. It's nearly the end of 2025. Let's be clear (yeah, I'm going to use that despicable phrase) it was a most horrible, terrible, awful, very weird year. We lost a lot of good people, too. Most of them played pretend and made boatloads of money, but that's who we need when we have a year like 2025. Here's a list that'll blow your mind, but I want to write about one woman who died this year. Mae Britt. She wasn't exactly a household name unless you lived in the 60's when the Rat Pack ruled. Frank, Dean, Joey and Sammy Davis Jr.
Mae Britt was born in Sweden, the land of blue eyed, blonde, tall people. I don't know where Davis was born, but he was not blue eyed or tall. He was one eyed and short. And black. He could sing. Hence his luck to live a nice life back when black people's lives didn't matter. In fact, they still had to drink at the "colored" fountain and they couldn't sit on stools at the Woolworth's.
Davis had some friends; fancy famous white friends to hang out with. Britt and Sammy met at an L.A. nightclub, The Mocambo,* where Davis Jr. had a gig. It was a short affair before they tied the knot in holy matrimony. Word is, the Kennedy boys asked Sammy to wait until after the elections so as not to ruin their chances to be the Royals of Camelot. (And y'all thought only Bobby Jr. was an asshole) There's also rumor Davis Jr., was not allowed to perform at Kennedy's inauguration because it would just ruin a fine evening having to deal with the backlash of bad publicity by the putrid pulse of the white populace.
Sad, sad, sad.
I wanted to write about Britt, who died this year at the age of 91 on December 11th, because I admire people who say fuck you to societal constructs and do the opposite. I'm sure you've heard the saying that just because 77 million people think it's ok, it's still very, very wrong. There was blatant hostility if a black man even looked at a white women. Emmett Till, a teenager, was beaten to death. His mama wasn't even sure it was her son when she had to identify his broken body because he was unrecognizable. All because a white woman claimed he complimented her, had the nerve to address her, which we now know was a lie.
It was 1960 the year Britt and Davis Jr. married. Sixty-five years later and the ignorant still are highly annoyed when people of various hues mingle. Sixty-five years and we have people being zip tied and hauled away to cages, then deported to a country they know nothing about, simply because of the color of their skin.
Another reason I like Mae. She threw that man to the curb after he was caught canoodling with Lola Falana. I swear... men. You have a beautiful woman who loved you and you gotta screw it up. But, I digress. This is about Mae. She wasn't beautiful by Hollywood standards. She was an immigrant and probably talked funny, sort of like the golddigger on call, today. (Oh, stop. You know Melania is hired help) Mae could have looked the other way like the other rat wives did when the pack cheated. I heard they all did. Some wives closed their eyes and mind to it because they liked the lifestyle. Mae and Sammy could have kept the affair/marriage under cover, but they didn't. Having just written all that, I must add I know nothing regarding their personal relationship. Maybe it was eight years of a crappy union. Maybe she was another Melania, seeking a secure and stable existence. Let's just go with my thoughts. It was still a brave act for both of them during that time when only 4% of the American population believed in intermarriage.
After leaving Davis Jr., Britt married a man who looks suspiciously Scandinavian. Snub nose, high cheekbones, funny name. (I'm profiling) They were married until his death in 2017. I hope she was happy. To me, she was a rebel, something we need a lot of right now. People who will stand up to this intolerant clan and say, "Fuck you and your little Magas, too." 🖕🖕
I'm not exactly fond of being in the midst of an historic event in this country, especially one so awful and cruel, but, that also gives me the chance to be a Mae and give the two finger salute to intolerance.
Be a Mae. Be a Jane. Be a Volodymyr.
*The Tropicana Club where Ricky Ricardo performed supposedly looks just like the Mocambo and even Bugs Bunny visited it in, 'Slick Hare.'



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