At the height of her career in 1973, Cher attended the Academy Awards ceremony alongside her then-husband Sonny Bono.
Photographers eagerly snapped away, thinking they’d captured the perfect moment. But little did they know, the real story was unfolding before their eyes..
Cher dazzled and captivated all the cameras at the 1973 Academy Awards, stealing the spotlight with her bold dress. Sporting something that wouldn’t be out of place on their own television show, Cher wore the first of many memorable Cher Oscar outfits.
The night Hollywood erupted
But before we dive into her unforgettable appearance, we need to start with another moment from that night — one that made Hollywood boil over with emotion.
To be honest, the 45th Academy Awards in 1973 is mostly remembered as one of the most controversial moments in Oscar history, due to the courageous act of a young woman named Sacheen Littlefeather.
She wasn’t a famous actress or a household name, but she forever changed the conversation in Hollywood when she walked onto the stage that night.
Clad in a traditional buckskin dress and moccasins, her long dark hair adorned with Native-style beadwork, Littlefeather stepped into the spotlight not to accept an award but to refuse one.
She was there on behalf of Marlon Brando, who had won the Best Actor award for his role in The Godfather – but chose to decline it as a protest against Hollywood’s treatment of Native Americans.
”I was distressed”
The audience in the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion was caught off guard, torn between applause and boos as Littlefeather explained Brando’s decision.
Some even booed her.
Littlefeather was supposed to read a 739-word statement, but the Oscars producer threatened to have her physically removed and arrested if she went over 60 seconds.
Under this pressure, she delivered a shortened version of the speech, and as she left the stage, some audience members mocked her with tomahawk chop gestures.
”I was distressed that people should have booed and whistled and stomped, even though perhaps it was directed at myself,” Brando later told Dick Cavett.
But the fury didn’t stop there.
Reportedly, Hollywood’s biggest stars were visibly divided. John Wayne is said to have been waiting backstage, restrained by six security guards to keep him from confronting Littlefeather. Though this account has been debated, the intense reactions from other presenters were undeniable.
Clint Eastwood’s accused of racism
Later that evening, just before announcing the Best Actress winner, Raquel Welch quipped, ”I hope the winner doesn’t have a cause.”
When Clint Eastwood took the stage to present the Best Picture award, he joked about doing it ”on behalf of all the cowboys shot in John Ford Westerns over the years.” The veteran actor has since faced accusations of racism for that comment.
Meanwhile, Michael Caine, who co-hosted the event, criticized Brando for ”letting some poor little Indian girl take the boos” instead of ”standing up and doing it himself.”
It’s easy to look back on that night as a sign of how far we still had to go.
For many, Littlefeather’s bravery wasn’t fully understood until decades later. On YouTube, comments beneath clips of her speech are filled with praise.
One user wrote, “People said that Will Smith slapping Chris Rock is the most disgusting moment in Oscar history, but they never saw a Native American woman defending her people’s rights getting booed by actors and actresses. That was the most disgusting moment in Oscar history.”
An ethnic fraud?
Yet, the story of Sacheen Littlefeather, born Maria Louise Cruz in 1946, doesn’t end with her iconic moment at the Oscars.
Shortly after her passing in 2022 from breast cancer, a new chapter unfolded that would challenge the narrative she had crafted over the years.
Her sisters stepped forward, asserting that Littlefeather had fabricated her Native American ancestry. Rosalind Cruz, her sister, revealed that Littlefeather believed it would be more “prestigious” to identify as Native American rather than embrace their Hispanic roots. According to the sisters, their father was of Spanish-Mexican descent, not Apache and Yaqui as Littlefeather had claimed.
Rosalind Cruz also dismissed her sister’s claim that she received the name Littlefeather from her dad after dancing before him while holding a single feather aloft.
“That she danced in front of my father and always wore a feather in her hair, in her head? And that’s when my father called her ‘Littlefeather?’ That’s another fantasy,” Cruz told San Fransisco Chronicle.
New research
As the 50th anniversary of her groundbreaking Oscar moment approached, her sisters reiterated their stance, insisting that Littlefeather was a fraud.
However, just as this narrative began to solidify, new research emerged on March 6, 2024, suggesting that Littlefeather may indeed have had Indigenous Mexican roots.
While we may not have the final word on this debate, this new perspective undeniably casts a different light on that historic Oscar moment and the ongoing fight for representation in Hollywood.
The iconic Cher outfit
Alright, folks, let’s move on to Cher!
Younger generations may not fully grasp the incredible phenomenon that Sonny & Cher were during their heyday. They were massive — absolutely massive!
And Cher, of course, has continued to dazzle and entertain countless new audiences over the years.
But in 1973, Cher was just 27 years old when she attended the Academy Awards alongside her then-husband, Sonny Bono. The couple was there to present the award for Best Original Song, because who better to hand out musical accolades than a duo who knows a thing or two about hitting all the right notes.
That night, amidst many stunning celebrities, Cher radiated with an unparalleled brilliance. Dressed in a daring outfit and rocking hoop earrings, Cher instantly became a fashion icon, proving that sometimes all you need is a bold look and a bit of attitude to make history. Her striking ensemble was designed by Bob Mackie, Hollywood’s premier designer at the time.
He had been dressing Cher since 1967, when she made a guest appearance on The Carol Burnett Show. “We hit it off right off the bat,” Mackie recalled to Variety, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Gold chiffon pajama
Cher always turned to Mackie for special occasions, and the 1973 Oscars were no exception. Back then, Cher was a size 6 with a beautifully trim midriff.
“She likes to emphasize that,” Mackie told Daily News the day after the event.
He crafted a stunning gold chiffon pajama set for her, featuring a bare midriff and flowing Oriental sleeves.
Cher’s long hair cascaded loosely, accentuating the intricate gold Byzantine embroidery, her exposed midriff, and the elegant sleeves that grazed the floor.
At that time, Cher and Sonny had reached the pinnacle of the entertainment industry. Their records sold in the millions, and they were one of the most sought-after acts for concerts and nightclub engagements.
Their comedy hour on CBS was immensely popular, it used to air every Wednesday at 8 PM — truly a “royal jewel” in the CBS crown.
But did all that fame and success really shine through when they strutted down the red carpet that spring evening in 1973? It’s tough to say! What we do know today definitely puts a new spin on that unforgettable night.
Cracks in the facade
Just days before the 1973 Oscars, several newspapers published articles highlighting the declining ratings for The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour.
Competing against popular shows like Sanford and Son on NBC and The Brady Bunch, their program struggled to achieve the heights it once enjoyed in previous seasons.
While these type of bad ratings would typically lead to immediate cancellations for many shows, CBS executives had a special affection for Sonny and Cher’s program.
They were allowed to continue, largely because the couple was seen as easy to work with. But was it really smooth sailing between Cher and Sonny?
The answer is no.
Walked off stage
The couple’s marriage added a layer of natural friction to their show, but by 1973, that tension was becoming increasingly problematic. Sonny, twelve years Cher’s senior, had faced many challenges before reaching stardom. While Cher could effortlessly shine on stage and in front of the camera, Sonny often played the role of the domineering boss behind the scenes.
One notable incident occurred when Cher famously walked off stage during a performance in Las Vegas, exclaiming, “Who needs you?”
Despite the turmoil, they managed to maintain their relationship. According to The Washington Post, Sonny even gifted Cher a new car to keep the peace, and life at their Beverly Hills mansion continued as usual.
However, that moment in Vegas hinted at a deeper issue. Cher had become the undeniable star of the duo, capable of launching a successful solo career if she chose to. In hindsight, it’s haunting to look at the pictures from that fateful Oscars night, knowing what lay beneath their glamorous facade.
In fact, Cher and Sonny had been grappling with marital problems since late 1972, but they put on a brave face for the cameras, maintaining appearances until 1974.
Cher later described her husband as a “watered-down Svengali,” who tightly controlled their careers and lives with an iron fist. While they were dazzling audiences and making headlines, their personal lives were anything but picture-perfect.
Looking at the iconic images of Cher and Sonny at the Oscars in 1973, it’s a stark reminder for us that sometimes, the most dazzling moments are merely a cover for the cracks beneath the surface.
A huge womanizer
After their much-publicized divorce, it was revealed that Sonny Bono had been notoriously unfaithful — but Cher? Well, she was blissfully unaware.
Just look at the picture below of Cher, shimmering in a dazzling outfit with a smile that could light up the Hollywood sign.
It’s hard to imagine that behind the scenes, Sonny was more interested in creating a harem than harmonizing in a heartfelt duet.
Cher once said, “Stardom made Sonny a huge womanizer. One woman, or even five, was not enough for him. I found all this out afterward. I asked him, ‘How did you manage the logistics?’”
”I was trusting and faithful with him. The truth is, I’m not so sure we should’ve ever been husband and wife.”
Today, Cher, 78, continues to enchant audiences with her talent and charisma.She remains a powerful force in the entertainment industry.
As for Sonny, he left this world in 1998 after a tragic skiing acciden
Looking at that iconic snapshot from 1973, it’s easy to be mesmerized by Cher and Sonny, radiating confidence and glamour as they stood on top of the world.
But the truth?
Their relationship was quietly unraveling, and we had no idea. It’s fascinating, in hindsight, to see how their dazzling smiles masked the turmoil beneath.
Cher’s brilliant smile reminds us that even in the brightest moments, life can be complex and unpredictable. It’s a beautiful testament to her strength and the resilience that has defined her journey
After My Son’s Death, My Daughter-in-Law Packed My Things and Told Me to Leave My Own Home
After losing her son, Daniel, in a tragic accident, Janet finds herself drowning in grief and memories of the home they once shared. But when her daughter-in-law, Grace, abruptly shows up and forces her to leave, Janet is devastated. What seems like a heartless betrayal turns into an unexpected act of compassion as Grace reveals her true intentions…
When Daniel died, my world shattered.
He wasn’t just my son; he was my best friend, my confidant, the one person who made the house feel alive. The silence that followed his passing felt unbearable. I thought his wife, Grace, and I would find solace in each other’s grief.
Flowers in a graveyard | Source: Midjourney
Instead, I discovered just how wrong I could be.
Grace and I had always been polite strangers. Sure, we shared holidays and awkward small talk at family dinners, but the only real bond we had was Daniel. Without him, we were just two women orbiting the same loss, unable or unwilling to connect.
It had been a month since the funeral when Grace showed up unannounced. I was in the living room with Bella, my Chihuahua, who immediately bristled at the sight of her.
Grace stepped inside, her heels clicking on the hardwood, her face unreadable as stone.
A Chihuahua sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney
“We need to talk, Janet,” she said without pleasantries.
I set down my cup of tea and met her eyes, my stomach twisting.
“What’s going on, Grace?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked past me, down the hallway, and into the bedroom.
“Excuse me?” I called after her, already on my feet. “You said you wanted to talk? What on earth are you doing?”
She turned to face me, her expression cold and calculated.
A woman standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney
“You need to pack. I’m taking you out of here.”
My heart lurched, like something big was about to happen.
“What are you talking about? This is my home!”
She scoffed loudly, making Bella growl from the doorway.
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“This was Daniel’s house, Janet. He bought it years ago, remember? He insisted you move in so we could all be closer. And now that he’s gone, it’s mine.”
I stepped into the room, my hands trembling.
“Grace, I’ve lived here for years. I raised my son in this house! You can’t just kick me out!”
Her gaze didn’t even falter.
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“I’ve arranged for you to move into a care facility. They allow pets, so Bella can come with you. Look, Janet, it’s pointless to fight. It’s already done.”
I just stared at her. A care facility? Like I was some frail old woman who couldn’t take care of herself?
“You don’t have the right to do this,” I said. “You didn’t even talk to me about this. You didn’t ask what I wanted, Grace!”
A reception at a care facility | Source: Midjourney
“I didn’t need to ask,” she replied, her voice steady but not unkind. “You can’t stay here, Janet. Not alone. It’s not good for you, and you know that too.”
“Not good for me?” I spat. “Or not good for you? Do you want to erase every memory of Daniel that doesn’t fit into your new life? Is that it?”
Her face tightened, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she picked up a suitcase and began folding my clothes into it. Bella whimpered from her spot on the bed, her eyes darting between me and Grace.
A Chihuahua sitting on a pet bed | Source: Midjourney
“Stop this,” I said, stepping forward. “Please, Grace. Let’s talk about this.”
“I tried to talk to you,” she shot back, her voice rising for the first time. “But every time I’ve come here, you’ve been… stuck. Sitting in the same chair, staring at the same photos, refusing to move forward. Do you think that’s what Daniel would’ve wanted for you?”
Her words stung, and tears sprang to my eyes.
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“Don’t you dare tell me what Daniel would’ve wanted! You don’t know what this house means to me.”
She paused then, her hands gripping the edge of the suitcase. For a moment, I thought she might stop, that she might soften and realize what was happening.
But when she looked back at me, her face was set like stone again.
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“I know you’re hurting, Janet,” she said quietly. “But this isn’t up for debate. You’re leaving today.”
Within an hour, my things were packed and loaded into Grace’s car. I sat in the passenger seat, clutching Bella’s carrier like a lifeline, too stunned to fight anymore.
The streets blurred outside the window as Grace drove in silence, her knuckles white on the steering wheel.
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“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I said finally, my voice cracking. “Daniel would be so disappointed in you.”
Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t look at me.
“You think I’m doing this to hurt you?” she asked after a moment, her voice low and tight. “You think this is easy for me?”
“If it’s not easy, why are you doing it?”
A woman in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Because I’m trying to save you, Janet!” she snapped, her voice breaking. “I couldn’t leave you in that house, drowning in memories. It’s not good for you. And it’s not good for me either.”
I stared at her, too stunned to respond. The rest of the drive passed in tense silence, the air between us heavy.
I didn’t realize that she was trying to save me. I didn’t think there was anything about me factored into the situation. I had just thought that she wanted me out so that she could do whatever she wanted with the house.
An older woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t think Grace cared enough…
When she finally pulled into a driveway, I braced myself for the sight of some sterile nursing home, complete with fake potted plants and a sign reading Welcome to Sunrise Acres or something of the sort.
Instead, I saw Grace’s house.
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“What… why are we here?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Grace parked the car but didn’t answer right away. When she finally turned to me, her expression had softened, and I saw something in her eyes I hadn’t seen in weeks.
Vulnerability.
An upset woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Janet,” she said quietly. “I’m not sending you to a home.”
I blinked, the words not quite registering.
“What?”
“Mom,” she said softly.
I hadn’t expected her to call me that. She had only done it once, on their wedding day. I didn’t think Grace cared enough to see me as a mother figure in her life.
A couple’s wedding photo | Source: Midjourney
“I wanted you here,” she said, her voice breaking. “I didn’t know how to ask. I thought that if I gave you an invitation, you’d say no. You’d tell me you didn’t need me, that you could handle everything on your own. So I did it this way. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I didn’t know what else to do.”
I stared at her, my mind racing to catch up.
“You… you wanted me to live with you?” I gasped.
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She nodded, tears brimming in her eyes.
“We’ve both lost Daniel, and I’ve been struggling so much. It may seem like I’m back on my feet, but I can barely do anything by myself. I can’t eat properly because I don’t want to eat alone. I can’t go on walks anymore, because I don’t want to walk alone… I need you. Please. And Bella, too.”
Inside, the house smelled of fresh paint and lavender. Grace had prepared a room for me. There were hangers in the closet, just waiting for my clothes, and a small bed for Bella tucked in the corner.
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On the dresser were framed photos of Daniel, his lopsided grin frozen in time.
Bella sniffed her new bed tentatively, then padded in a circle before curling up with a soft whine. Watching her settle, I felt my chest loosen for the first time in weeks.
“You look hungry, darling,” I told Grace. “Let’s go make my famous cottage pie, shall we?”
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That night, over cups of tea and cottage pie, Grace and I sat at the kitchen table and talked. For the first time in what felt like forever, we didn’t avoid the topic of Daniel.
“He always used to have the worst jokes,” Grace said, laughing softly. “Remember the time he tried to convince us that his karaoke was ‘performance art’?”
I smiled through my tears.
A cottage pie on a table | Source: Midjourney
“He got that from his father, Grace. Bill was exactly the same. Terrible jokes were his superpower. But you couldn’t help laughing anyway! Do you think they’re making everyone laugh in heaven?”
We stayed up for hours, sharing memories of the man we’d both loved. Grace told me things I’d never known about him—like how he brought her daisies every Wednesday because she didn’t like roses, or how he sang her favorite songs off-key just to make her laugh.
For the first time, I saw Grace not as the aloof woman who had married my son, but as someone who loved him just as deeply as I did.
A bouquet of flowers | Source: Midjourney
“We’ll never stop missing him,” she said softly, her hands wrapped around her mug. “But maybe we can help each other find a way to keep going. And, Janet? We can go back to your place and get all your belongings. I’m sorry I did things this way.”
Grace’s harsh approach that day had been flawed, even cruel, but it came from a place of care. And in the end, she didn’t just give me a place to stay. She gave me hope.
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At Thanksgiving Dinner, My Daughter Stood up and Shouted, ‘And Where’s the Woman Dad Keeps in Our Shed?’
Thanksgiving dinner with the family was supposed to be a time of joy and connection, but it unexpectedly turned into something scary and shocking when I discovered that my husband was keeping a secret that could push us apart.
Thanksgiving was meant to be picture-perfect. The table was set with fine china, the rich aroma of turkey filled the room, and laughter bubbled over from every corner.
My husband, Peter, was putting the finishing touches on the turkey while I checked that everyone was comfortable. Little did I know that the holiday would come with more surprises than anticipated.
A family at a Thanksgiving dinner | Source: Midjourney
Our daughter, Emma, an expressive eight-year-old with endless curiosity, had been unusually quiet all evening, though she kept glancing out the window as if expecting someone, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She also couldn’t sit still.
It wasn’t unusual for Emma to have her head in the clouds. I assumed she was waiting for her cousins to arrive or perhaps was just excited for the Thanksgiving meal. But as Peter offered her a smile from across the table, she didn’t smile back, and her restlessness began to tug at my attention.
A little girl looking outside | Source: Midjourney
I was about to carve the turkey after everyone had taken their seat, and Peter was ready by my side to begin dishing out slices when, out of nowhere, our daughter surprised us by standing on her chair. Her tiny frame somehow commanded the entire room’s attention.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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