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Sheehan Before She Went Blond With Grief

This was Mother Sheehan near the start of her brilliant career as a professional mourner, 16 months ago.


Cindy Sheehan, mother of U.S. Army Specialist Casey P. Sheehan, addresses participants during the Labor Day 2004 Arlington West tribute in Santa Barbara, CA. ( Ana Elisa Fuentes, photographer )

Perhaps it’s wrong, but I can’t help but be reminded of this exchange from Oscar Wilde’s play, The Importance Of Being Ernest:

Algernon: I am greatly distressed, Aunt Augusta, about there being no cucumbers, not even for ready money.

Lady Bracknell: It really makes no matter, Algernon. I had some crumpets with Lady Harbury, who seems to me to be living entirely for pleasure now.

Algernon: I hear her hair has turned quite gold from grief.

Lady Bracknell: It certainly has changed its colour. From what cause I, of course, cannot say.

This article was posted by Steve on Monday, December 5th, 2005. Comments are currently closed.

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