Leslie Uggams is an actor who has a fascinating career in theater and movies.
The Harlem-born singer and actress has a remarkable seven-decade career, but her role in the Deadpool series has garnered the most attention.
However, her story might be the topic of a private film because her 1965 marriage to White Australian Grahame Pratt exceeded all expectations for an interracial couple.
Leslie, a gifted vocalist, recorded a song for MGM in 1953 at the age of ten. Soprano Eloise Uggams, her aunt, suggested that she enroll in the Professional Children’s School of New York and the esteemed Julliard School of Music in New York.
Though she had achieved success in music, her career was far from done; in 1969, she became the first Black person to anchor a network variety show since “The Nat King Cole Show,” when she hosted “The Leslie Uggams Show.”
But it was behind the scenes that she got to know and fell in love with actor Grahame Pratt. After meeting as pupils at Professional Children’s School in New York, the two met in Sydney on one of Leslie’s well-known tours in Australia.
Leslie knew the bad things that came with dating a white man because she had dated one in her childhood and her aunt had told her not to think about a future with him.
“I remember the shock I felt once when I was dating a white boy,” Leslie recalled to Ebony in 1967.
He e-mailed me a color photo of himself. It was shown to my aunt. He was a young, good-looking man with amazing hair. I thought he was really handsome. But my aunt just looked at me and began scolding. She said, “Well, I guess he’s alright, but only on dates, huh, honey?” You will marry a nice [Black] fella when you’re ready to settle down for good, won’t you?
Leslie stated that she continued to visit Grahame after their fortunate encounter.
“It was unexpected that I fell in love with him at the age of 21.”
After she left Australia, it would be a full year before she saw him again.
Despite her worries, Leslie and Grahame had fallen in love. Leslie was concerned about her family’s reaction and what would happen to them if Grahame had to travel to the US for work. Grahame visited her in New York after they had been engaged for five months.
“Knowing my family’s opinions on mixed marriages, I wanted to know if they would really accept Grahame and not just tolerate him,” the woman stated.
Leslie, on the other hand, didn’t have to worry because Grahame was Australian.
“He didn’t feel self-conscious about his circumstances, in contrast to many white Americans.” He fit in with my friends effortlessly since he liked them. And he was well-liked by both men and women.
Even though they didn’t face the same racial challenges as the rest of the country, Leslie claimed she got hate mail while living in New York as a result of their marriage.
Leslie stated about her marriage in an interview with PEOPLE, “It wasn’t as difficult as I anticipated.” “I believe it’s because Grahame wasn’t an American white man.” But of course, we received mail.
Leslie stated, “When I go on tour in the United States, I sometimes get anonymous letters about being married to a white man.” “I recall getting one in Detroit, of all places.” It was addressed to “The Little Negro Entertainer” when it arrived at the club. They are uncomfortable to read and are talked about in that manner a lot.
Grahame took up the role of manager for Leslie, and the couple had two daughters: Danielle in 1970 and Justice in 1976.
A year following the birth of their second child, in 1977, Leslie secured the main part in the miniseries “Roots.” She received an Emmy nomination for the series in which she played Kizzy.
Two years later, she played Lillian Rogers Parks in the miniseries “Backstairs at the White House,” for which she received an Emmy nomination in the Best Actress category.
Her hosting of the NBC game program “Fantasy” earned her a Daytime Emmy Award in 1983. She also as Rose Keefer on “All My Children” in 1996.
She has appeared in TV shows in her own right, including Magnum P.I., Hollywood Squares, The Muppet Show, Family Guy, and I Spy.
Leslie and Grahame are blissfully married after 55 years of marriage and have a granddaughter named Cassidy.
Leslie said of her happy marriage, “We have a lot of fun together, but it’s not always sunshine and roses.” When we’re together, we enjoy ourselves.
The love between these two has withstood the test of time and beyond all expectations. Because they have always supported one another and are loyal to one another, they encourage one another.
My MIL Mistreated My Son from My Previous Marriage When I Wasn’t Around — When I Found Out, I Taught Her a Proper Lesson
Alice always thought her mother-in-law, Linda, was a kind and respectable woman. But when she discovered Linda’s cruel treatment of her 12-year-old son from a previous marriage, Alice planned a public revenge that would destroy Linda’s perfect reputation for good.
I’ve always thought my mother-in-law, Linda, was a good woman. She’s a school teacher, well-respected, and always smiling. It seemed like she loved my sons, Peter, who’s 12, and Matthew, 6. Peter is from my first marriage. His dad passed away when Peter was only four. It was a hard time for both of us, but I did my best to raise him on my own.
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Four years later, I met Greg. He’s kind, soft-spoken, and never likes conflict. He’s a great dad to Matthew, and he tries with Peter, but sometimes he lets his mom, Linda, have too much say in our family. He doesn’t stand up to her. And, well, I never thought he had to. I thought she cared for us all.
Lately, though, something’s been bothering me. Peter has seemed quieter, more withdrawn, especially after spending time with Linda. I’d ask him, “Is everything okay, honey?” and he’d just shrug, “Yeah, I’m fine, Mom.” But I could tell something was off. I didn’t want to push him, so I waited, hoping he’d open up when he was ready.
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Then one day, I decided to pick up the boys from Linda’s house unannounced. Peter and Matthew were staying there for a few days each week during summer break, and I thought it would be nice to surprise them. I packed up some of their favorite food and a couple of new toys and headed over.
As I pulled into her driveway, I smiled, imagining the boys’ faces when they saw me. I didn’t knock—I never do. It’s family, after all. I reached for the doorknob, expecting to hear laughter or the sound of them playing. Instead, what I heard made me stop in my tracks.
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“Peter! I told you to stay in the room and not come out, you little—”
My heart froze. I heard Peter’s voice, small and shaky, “Grandma, please, I’m sorry…”
“I’m not your grandma! Don’t you ever call me that again! You’ll stay in that room until I say you can come out. Understand?”
Then, I heard Matthew. His voice was soft, “Please, Grandma, don’t be mad at Peter. He didn’t mean it.”
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I needed to act, but I couldn’t just storm in. I had to be smart about it. My hands were shaking as I reached into my bag for my phone. I pressed record.
Linda’s response was sharp. “You listen to me, Matthew. He’s not your brother, and he never will be. You don’t need to defend him.”
I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me. How could she say such horrible things to my son? To both of them?
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I stood there, recording everything—the cruel words, Peter’s sobs, Linda’s coldness. My heart was breaking, but I kept filming. I needed to have proof. I had to show Greg. He had to know what kind of woman his mother really was.
Once I had enough, I pushed the door open with a forced smile. “Surprise!” I called out, my voice trembling slightly, though I hoped she wouldn’t notice.
Peter didn’t look at me. He kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the floor. Matthew ran to me, hugging my leg. “Mom! You’re here!”
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“Of course, sweetie,” I said, stroking his hair and glancing over at Peter, who stayed near the door, looking so small and sad.
“Peter,” I said gently, “come here, sweetheart.” He hesitated but slowly made his way over to me. I hugged him tightly, my heart aching as I felt his little body trembling. “Everything okay?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
Before Peter could respond, Linda jumped in. “Oh, he’s just a little upset about a game we were playing. Right, Peter?”
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Peter glanced at her, then back at me, his face pale. “Yeah…just a game.”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to smile at Linda. “Well, it looks like you’ve had a long day. I’ll take the boys home now.”
As I led the boys out to the car, I could feel Linda’s eyes on me. I didn’t say a word, but I knew she knew. And she knew I wasn’t the same trusting daughter-in-law anymore.
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We got into the car, and I drove in silence, my mind racing with what I had just witnessed.
I could hardly keep my fury in check as I drove home. Linda had smiled, played the sweet grandmother, all while my son suffered. My heart pounded in my chest, but I knew I had to stay calm for Peter and Matthew. They didn’t need to see my anger, not yet.
Back home, Peter went straight to his room, and Matthew followed behind. As soon as they were out of sight, I collapsed onto the couch, pulling out my phone to watch the video again. The raw anger in Linda’s voice, her cruel words, echoed in my ears.
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I had to do something. I couldn’t just let this go. But how could I expose her without making things worse for the boys?
I didn’t sleep much that night. My mind raced, imagining all the ways I could get back at her. By morning, I had a plan. It wasn’t enough just to confront her. I had to make sure the whole world saw the truth.
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A few days later, I heard through a friend that the school where Linda worked was holding a big celebration where teachers would be honored, and Linda was supposed to give a speech. It was the perfect opportunity. If I timed it right, I could reveal her true nature in front of the entire school.
I transferred the video to a USB drive, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction as I imagined Linda’s face when the footage played. But I knew I couldn’t do it alone. I needed someone who could help me set it up. That’s when I called my friend Sarah, who has always been good with technology.
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We made a plan. I’d attend the event like any other parent, sit quietly in the audience, and Sarah would take care of the rest. As Linda walked on stage to deliver her speech, Sarah would play the video for the whole room to see.
The day of the event came quickly. I dressed simply, blending in with the other parents as we gathered in the school auditorium. The atmosphere was festive—students running around, parents chatting, teachers mingling. Linda was there, smiling, laughing, shaking hands with colleagues. She had no idea what was about to happen.
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As the principal took the stage and introduced the event, I spotted Sarah sitting near the tech booth, giving me a discreet nod. Everything was in place.
“And now, we’ll hear from one of our most respected teachers,” the principal announced. “Please welcome your beloved teacher, Mrs. Rodgers.”
The applause was thunderous as Linda walked up to the microphone, a confident smile on her face. She began her speech, talking about the importance of education, community, and kindness. The hypocrisy of it all made my blood boil.
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Then, it happened.
Suddenly, the screen behind her flickered, and the sound of Linda’s voice—her real voice—filled the room. “You listen to me, Matthew. He’s not your brother, and he never will be.” Her harsh words echoed through the auditorium.
Gasps filled the room. Parents exchanged horrified looks. Some covered their mouths in disbelief. Teachers, once smiling and proud, were now staring at Linda with shock and disgust.
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Linda froze on stage. Her face went pale as she realized what was happening. She turned toward the screen, her mouth hanging open in horror. There was no escape. Every hateful word, every cruel insult she had thrown at Peter was laid bare for everyone to witness.
The video ended, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. Then, the murmurs began. Parents were whispering, shaking their heads, outraged. One mother stood up and shouted, “I don’t want her teaching my child!” Others quickly followed, their voices rising in anger.
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“I can’t believe this! She’s a monster!”
“How can someone like that work with children?”
The principal, looking flustered, hurried to the microphone. “Please, everyone, calm down. We… we will address this immediately.” He shot a panicked glance at Linda, who stood frozen, unable to move, her career crumbling before her eyes.
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Within minutes, parents were demanding that their children be removed from Linda’s class. The school board had no choice but to act swiftly. By the end of the day, Linda was suspended, pending a full investigation. Her once-respected career as a teacher was over.
As I drove home that evening, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I had done what I had to do. I protected my son, and I exposed Linda for who she really was. It wasn’t easy, but I knew it was right.
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Peter and Matthew were playing quietly when I got home. I hugged them both, feeling lighter than I had in days. They didn’t know what happened at the school, and they didn’t need to. All that mattered was that they were safe, and Linda would never hurt Peter again.
Sometimes, justice comes in ways you don’t expect. But when it does, it’s worth every moment.
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