Tain’t Funny, McGee
I could not believe my eyes when I saw the April 28 “Comix Nation,” depicting Ronald Reagan and Charlton Heston in “Lost Marbles Valley.” It is impossible to understand why Rick Meyerowitz thought this the least bit comic. It is even more impossible to understand why The Nation published such a thoughtless and cruel cartoon. Shame on you!
South Dennis, Mass.
Rick Meyerowitz’s “Comix Nation” was beyond the pale. There are people with Alzheimer’s disease and people who care for them who are without hope. I lost a friend to Alzheimer’s three months ago, and he is not in “Lost Marbles Valley.” He is finally at peace. You let your ideology run away with you.
Has The Nation lost its humanitarian marbles? Rick Meyerowitz’s cartoon making fun of two men who had Alzheimer’s is more than offensive. Sure, their policies were regressive, but Reagan and Heston, and all who end their lives with this terrible disease, deserve compassion.
GLORIA DEL VECCHIO
You will probably get flak for the cartoon showing two right-wing icons in “Lost Marbles Valley,” but they both deserved it. Reagan gave us Iran/contra, a huge deficit and foxes guarding henhouses. He fired the air-traffic controllers and dumped mental patients on the streets to become homeless. He had a record 125 failed appointees. He fought the University of California, and Ed Meese dropped tear gas on Berkeley. Reagan was a mentor to the governor who killed the protesters at Kent State. Charlton Heston, as National Rifle Association president, went to Columbine to promote guns after the high school shootings. They were powerful, harmful actors.
NANCY BEY LITTLE
New York City
My drawing was meant to be mean, inappropriate and out of line, and it did attack Ronald Reagan and Charlton Heston for being senile instead of the things they are usually attacked for. It was the visual equivalent of a Bronx cheer, and I’m a Bronx boy, born and bred. My drawings are provocative. Some find them hilarious; others, insulting. Usually they’re both. Someone will always be offended by something. If I worried about who I’d offend, I’d never do anything (I can hear the cheers).