Once a popular daytime TV host in the 80s and 90s, Sally Lowenthal, also known as Sally Jessy Raphael, is now having trouble with people recognizing her.
The former talk show host recently posted on Instagram that the social media company refused to verify her account, even though she provided proof of her identity.
“So, Instagram doesn’t want to give me my blue check – no matter what proof I send them,” the 89-year-old wrote next to a huge blue checkmark. “AND there’s a fake account called ‘realsallyjr’, and that’s NOT ME! Help me let Instagram know so we can fix this.”
Raphael started hosting *The Sally Jessy Raphael Show*, later called *Sally*, in October 1983 and continued until May 2002. Her show was one of the first to involve audience participation and helped pave the way for other female hosts, including Oprah, whose show started three years later.
Over 20 seasons, Raphael interviewed many celebrities but always said Audrey Hepburn was her favorite.
“I was so awestruck, I could hardly ask a question. Everything she did, I admired. Everything she had done in her life I found to be exemplary,” she told the Daily Mail.
TV Personality Sally Jessy Raphael attending 17th Annual Daytime Emmy Awards on June 28, 1990 at the Marriott Marquis Hotel in New York City, New York. (Photo by Ron Galella, Ltd./Ron Galella Collection via Getty Images)
Throughout her career and even after she retired, Sally Jessy Raphael has had a distinctive look that makes her easily recognizable.
When she started filming *The Sally Jessy Raphael Show*, she realized she couldn’t read the teleprompter.
She said, “When we started, I looked at the teleprompter and said, ‘I can’t read that! I’m going blind!’”
While looking for a new pair of glasses, Raphael saw an ad offering an eye test, glasses, and a Pap smear. Despite how strange the ad seemed, she decided to make an appointment.
During the appointment she was told she would need a more expensive pair of glasses, but unfortunately they only color they had was red.
“You got it,” Raphael said.
Although she didn’t anticipate the trouble she’d face from the producers of her show.
“I had to fight to have the glasses. Producers tried to change them. Those shadowy figures objected to everything.”
She has since accumulated over 200 pairs of red glasses.
As of August 2, Raphael currently has less than 650 followers on Instagram, but even though her numbers might not match those of other talk show hosts, her fans are just as loud if not louder with their support.
“The Icon, the Legend of daytime TV, Ms. Sally Jessy Raphael needs her Blue Check Mark ? “
“That’s pretty crazy that someone as famous as you are is having trouble with being recognized. I’m trying to understand what the issue is though”
“We should flood your feed with blue hearts it’s so much better than a blue checkmark”
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A Blind Elderly Woman Asked Me to Walk Her Home — The Next Day, Her Sons Showed Up on My Doorstep with the Police
It had been six months since I had lost my father, and while life went on, the sadness remained.
I found peace in visiting his tomb once a week and sharing with him things I could no longer say.
I stood by his grave with a bunch of white lilies, his favorite.
“Goodbye, Dad,” I muttered, wiping away a tear.
As I turned to go, I observed a thin figure standing a few rows away next to a recently dug grave. An elderly blind woman wearing a plain black outfit grasped a white cane.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said softly, approaching her. “Do you need help?”
She turned her head toward me, her lips curving into a slight smile. “Oh, thank you, dear. I’d appreciate it if you could walk me home. My sons were supposed to pick me up, but I think they’ve forgotten.”
“Of course,” I said. “I’d be happy to help.”
She introduced herself as Kira. Her husband, Samuel, had pa:ss:ed away just days before.
“They didn’t even wait with me at the cemetery,” she continued bitterly. “My sons, Ethan and Mark. They said they’d come back in half an hour, but I waited two hours. Samuel always said they’d be the death of me, but I didn’t want to believe him.”
We arrived at her modest home, a charming brick house encircled by a rose garden. “Would you like to come inside for tea?” she inquired.
The inside was warm and pleasant, with faded photos on the walls. One drew my attention: a younger Kira and a man I guessed was Samuel, their hands intertwined, standing in front of the Eiffel Tower.
“Samuel installed cameras all over the house,” Kira explained as she poured tea. “He did not trust the boys.
I had no idea how much that small act of kindness would change my life.
The next morning, I was startled awake by a banging on my door. My heart raced as I stumbled out of bed, still half sleepy.
I opened the door to discover two men looking at me, flanked by a police officer. One of the men, maybe 35, broad-shouldered and enraged, pointed at me. “That’s her! She was in our mother’s house yesterday!”
“I walked her home from the ce:m:etery yesterday.”
The younger of the two males, approximately 25, took a stride toward me, his face flushed with rage. “And then what? You decided to rob her blind?”
“Mom told us you were in her house. She said you stayed for tea. Who else would’ve taken the money and jewelry?”
“This has to be a mistake. I didn’t take anything!”
How had things gone so wrong?
Kira was already at the station, seated in a corner with her cane resting on her knee. Her face lit up when she spotted me.
“Thank goodness,” she said, reaching out for my hand. “I told them you didn’t do it.” “And because they’re greedy.”
“Samuel installed cameras in the house, remember? Officer, I told you to check the recordings.”
Ethan’s face became pallid. “Mom, you don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, I think I do,” Kira shot back. “I’m tired of covering for you boys.”
One hour later, the corps returned carrying a laptop. “See?” I said, relief washing over me. “I didn’t take anything!”
Moments after my leaving, Ethan and Mark arrived in the picture, digging through drawers and cabinets. They emptied jewelry cases and took cash from an envelope stashed in a cookie jar.
Ethan stammered, “We… we were looking for paperwork!”
The brothers were arrested on the scene and charged with larceny and making a fake report.
I was free to leave, but the encounter had left a bitter taste in my mouth. As I accompanied Kira home that evening, she opened up more about her family.
“Samuel adored them when they were younger,” she said. “But as they grew older, they changed. They became greedy, always asking for money, never giving back.”
In the weeks that followed the horrific incident, I found myself pulled to Kira’s house more frequently than I anticipated. Our original bond, formed in the most unlikely of circumstances, strengthened with each visit.
“Maybe Samuel sent you to me.” Kira said.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For being my light in a dark moment.”
“Sometimes, strangers become family in ways you never expect.”
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