You know I am done lying. Obscuring the truth is no longer something I have any interest in doing. I want it all to come out. The good, the bad, the ugly.

I am immensely contrite. And I'm sorry for the damage I've done.

Some people it seems to me would like for me to crawl in a hole and disappear forever. That's just not in my nature.

I can't say anything other than the fact that I feel a range of emotions including guilt, shame, sadness, betrayal, freedom and appreciation for those who have stood by me, been tough on me, and have taken the time to understand that there is a deeper story and not to believe everything they read in the newspapers.

I believe my own demons would have caught up with me regardless of my race and regardless of whether I worked at 'The Times.

I have lived a life that has been beautiful and painful at some moments. But I am convinced others can learn how to control a certain kind of rage that bubbles up in many Americans, particularly, but not limited to, women, blacks, and other minorities.

Racism built me into a person that was set up to be self-destructive.