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I am as Catholic as the moon is round. It's not visible, sometimes, the moon, my Catholicism, but it's there, pulling the tides, shaping the earth, pulling and shaping me. I knew who made me before I knew who I was. God made me. ''Why did God make you?" the catechism asked. ''God made me to show His goodness and to make me happy with Him in Heaven," the catechism taught me. I was a child who loved being a Catholic. I loved bowing my head at the name of Jesus, kneeling, lighting candles, inhaling incense, listening to Latin prayers...

He's not called John ``Sly'' Sylvester for nothing. He is, as the saying goes, sly like a fox. He knows what he's doing. He's one more white guy with a big mouth who happens to have a radio talk show and who knows exactly how to play the game. The game is fame. And never mind how you get there. On his Madison, Wis., blab fest Wednesday, Sly called national security adviser and President Bush's choice for secretary of state Condoleezza Rice ``Aunt Jemima.'' The reference is pure racism. ``Whites gave us this image,'' says Marilyn Kern-Foxworth, author of ``Aunt...