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Like most Minnesota broadcasters, I look forward to the State Fair. True to its name, the Great Minnesota Get-Together lets us meet our fans face to face.
While I was saying hello to you and your children from the front porch of the WCCO Radio booth, I bet you didn’t notice my bodyguard. But trust me, he had his eyes on you.
He is a retired Wisconsin police officer I hire for personal security. He’s no Kevin Costner, I’m no Whitney Houston and this is no romantic comedy. When I’m at remote broadcasts or public appearances, I need armed protection to have my back in case one of these bad actors tries to hurt me.
You’re probably wondering, “Sheletta, do you really need that kind of protection?”
Sadly, I have good reason to pay him to look after me. I can’t count the number of times when anonymous people I’ve never met or interacted with online, or talked to on the phone, have sent me horrifying messages. One told me they wanted to “bitch slap me back to Africa.” Another sent text messages about punching me to put me in my place. I still have a voice mail from someone who declared they’d like to kick me “where the sun don’t shine.”
Police have come to my house to investigate “credible threats” against my life. After I parked at a meter in downtown Minneapolis one weekend afternoon, across the street from WCCO Radio where I host my Saturday show, someone threw a storm grate through my car window.