At times Rogers can sound like she came from East Coast privilege. In fact, she’s a daughter of the middle-class Seventh Ward of New Orleans. Red beans and rice on Mondays. Fried fish and potato salad on Fridays. Dreams of Wellesley and Harvard as she walked to high school on St. Charles Avenue. A city councilman father who used to ask little Desirée to serve drinks or gumbo and help entertain when company arrived. A constant flow of company moved through Roy E. Glapion Jr.’s house—a revolving door of guests, the mayor, business leaders, Creole aristocracy, the local garbage man, the grocery store bagger. School nights didn’t exist in the Glapion house. “There was never any normal type of family,” says Roy A. Glapion, Rogers’ only sibling, a 47-year-old businessman and civil engineer who still lives in New Orleans. “You eat what you want to eat, when you want to eat it.”
I missed this little gem on Obama's social sexcretary.
Trash attracts trash.