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
My MIL Gave Away My Late Mom’s Heirloom to Her Friends — I Immediately Made Sure She’d Regret It
When I spotted a stranger wearing my late mom’s cherished necklace at a café, my world flipped. My meddling MIL had stolen it, along with other heirlooms, and lent them to her friends. Furious and betrayed, I reclaimed what was mine and plotted a lesson she’d never forget.
I’ve always prided myself on the kind of person people can count on. My husband, Michael, likes to say that my heart is my strongest muscle. It’s sweet. Corny, but sweet.
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Together, we’ve built something beautiful: a relationship rooted in respect, understanding, and love.
So when his mom, Lucille, needed a place to stay, I didn’t hesitate. She’d lost her apartment, and while she wasn’t exactly easy to live with, I couldn’t say no. Family is family, right?
“You’re sure?” Michael asked, hesitation flickering across his face. “She can be… a lot.”
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“I’m sure,” I replied. “But she has to agree to be respectful, okay? Living with us doesn’t mean she gets to do whatever she wants in our house, or with our stuff.”
My husband nodded. “I agree. I’ll speak to her and make sure she understands that.”
At first, it was fine. She could be intrusive, sure, but mostly she was just there, taking up space like an overly perfumed shadow. I chalked up her quirks to the adjustment period.
Until the necklace incident.
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My best friend Tara and I had planned a brunch date at the café on Maple, a little spot with sticky tabletops and the best lattes in town. We’d just settled in when I noticed a group of middle-aged women laughing at a nearby table.
One of them was wearing my mother’s necklace.
My stomach dropped. There was no mistaking the familiar glint of gold, or the intricate filigree on the pendant that had been in my family for generations.
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That necklace wasn’t just a valuable piece of jewelry either, it was her… my mom. The piece she’d worn to weddings and graduations and everyday errands. The one she’d entrusted to me before cancer took her away.
“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, following my gaze.
“That woman’s wearing Mom’s necklace! How… I’ll be right back,” I said, rising on shaky legs.
I approached the woman, my heart hammering.
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“Excuse me?” My voice cracked as I approached her table.
She looked up, startled but polite. “Yes?”
“Your necklace,” I said, pointing with a shaky finger. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh, this?” She touched the pendant, her brow furrowing. “My friend Lucille lent it to me. Said it was just some old junk from her daughter-in-law’s late mother. She insisted I take it.”
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Lucille!
My ears rang. “Really? Because Lucille is my mother-in-law, and that’s my necklace. It’s one of my most treasured possessions, too, not a piece of junk, and I never said she could lend it out to anyone.”
The woman’s face crumpled as she reached for the clasp. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. She made it sound like… oh God. I’ll give it back.”
“And the rest of it,” I added, sweeping my gaze across the table like a prosecutor delivering a final blow. The air around me seemed to thicken as I recognized each piece, a fresh wave of anger rising with every discovery.
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The women exchanged uneasy glances. One by one, they began fumbling with their jewelry. Karen, a woman wearing one of Mom’s brooches, looked at me with wide, guilt-ridden eyes.
“We truly didn’t know,” she stammered, her fingers trembling as she unclasped it. “Lucille made it seem like it was no big deal.”
“She lied,” I replied flatly, extending my hand. “Please, just give them back.”
There were murmurs of embarrassment and whispered apologies as the others followed Karen’s lead.
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Rings slipped off fingers, bracelets were pulled from wrists, and necklaces were unfastened with hurried movements. By the time the last piece was handed over, my pockets bulged with stolen memories. Yet instead of relief, I felt only a simmering fury.
“She said they were just sitting around,” another woman said hesitantly, her voice low. “We had no idea.”
I nodded stiffly, though my heart ached. These weren’t just objects. They were fragments of my mom’s life that I thought I’d kept safe.
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“I know you didn’t,” I said quietly. “It’s not your fault.”
As I turned to leave, I forced myself to walk calmly, though every step felt like an effort not to burst into tears or scream into the open air. Outside, Tara was waiting by the car, her face tense with concern.
“Did you get it all back?” she asked as I slid into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah. But this isn’t over.”
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The faint jingle of the heirlooms in my pocket was the only sound as I gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared ahead, swallowing my emotions.
At home, the scent of cheap lavender slapped me in the face the moment I entered Lucille’s room. Her presence lingered, as suffocating as her perfume. It clung to everything: the curtains, the bedding, and even the damn air.
Her jewelry box sat open on the dresser, its contents shimmering like a taunt.
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I stepped closer, the floor creaking underfoot. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, my expression hard and unyielding. This wasn’t me; this simmering ball of anger and betrayal. But Lucille had pushed me too far.
Then the idea struck.
If Lucille wanted to play lending library, fine. But she wasn’t going to use my family’s legacy.
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I gathered every piece of her jewelry I could find — necklaces, bracelets, the works — and reached out to her friends.
Karen, the ringleader of the brunch group, was the first to respond.
“Think you and the others would mind helping me teach her a lesson?” I asked.
Karen, bless her, laughed. “Oh honey, we’re in.”
A few days later, Lucille invited her friends over for tea and I set my plan in motion.
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I watched from the shadows of the hallway as her friends arrived, each one adorned in her jewelry. Karen’s coat bore Lucille’s infamous rhinestone brooch, catching the light every time she moved.
Another woman wore the chunky gold necklace Lucille always bragged about at family dinners, while someone else twirled her fingers, stacked with Lucille’s signature cocktail rings.
Lucille, oblivious at first, poured tea and chattered about nothing, her voice loud and grating as usual. Then she froze.
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Her gaze landed on Karen’s brooch, and her smile faltered. Her eyes darted from one woman to the next, and with each new piece of jewelry she recognized, her face turned a deeper shade of red.
“What-what’s going on?” she stammered, her tone sharp with suspicion.
Karen, bless her, played it cool. “What’s wrong, Lucille? You’re happy to let us borrow these, aren’t you?”
Lucille’s teacup rattled as she set it down, her hand trembling.
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“That’s my jewelry! What are you all doing wearing it?”
The group fell silent, shifting uncomfortably. Karen tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Wait a minute,” she said slowly. “You were fine giving away your daughter-in-law’s heirlooms. Isn’t this fair as well?”
Lucille’s eyes widened, her chest heaving with outrage. “That’s completely different! These pieces are mine!” Her voice cracked, the shrill edge betraying her panic.
That was my cue.
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I stepped into the room, the weight of my presence halting her tirade mid-sentence.
“Oh, calm down, Lucille,” I said, my tone even but laced with ice. “I thought it was only fair to return the favor. You know, since you decided my late mother’s heirlooms were yours to lend out.”
Her head snapped toward me, her face pale and panicked. “I didn’t…”
“Don’t even try,” I interrupted.
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“You knew exactly what you were doing. You stole from me. You lied to your friends. And you insulted my mother’s memory by calling her legacy ‘old junk.’”Her face paled, the bravado draining away. “I-I didn’t mean…”
“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” I said sharply. “You crossed a line. A massive one. And I’m done letting you disrespect me.”
Lucille’s voice dropped to a whimper. “Please don’t call the police.”
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“I should,” I said. “You don’t just get to steal and lie without consequences.”
That night, Lucille packed her things and left. Michael helped her carry her suitcases to the car, his silence saying everything. It didn’t erase the betrayal, but it helped.
Lucille’s friends, furious at being lied to, cut ties with her until she apologized to me as well as them. Even then, I made it clear: she was never to be left alone in my home again.
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I locked my mother’s jewelry in a safe that same night. When I looked at the necklace, now safely back where it belonged, I felt a bittersweet relief. It reminded me of Mom’s love, of her strength. And of my own.
Because in the end, Lucille may have tried to take a piece of my mother’s legacy, but she couldn’t take the lesson I learned: sometimes, being a good person means standing up for yourself.
Here’s another story: When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife and newborn twins, I was met with heartbreak: Suzie was gone, leaving only a cryptic note. As I juggled caring for the babies and unraveling the truth, I discovered the dark secrets that tore my family apart.
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