Deadline Poet Hits Bull’s-Eye
Upper Marlboro, Md.
Thanks to Calvin Trillin [“Deadline Poet,” Oct. 26], a neutron bomb just landed in Roman Polanski’s lap, where, one can hope, it did the most damage.
It may be Trillin’s line about “one eighth grader” that does it in his “What Whoopi Goldberg (‘Not a Rape-Rape’), Harvey Weinstein (‘So-Called Crime’) et al. Are Saying in Their Outrage Over the Arrest of Roman Polanski.”
Calvin Trillin’s poem is powerful. I thank him for “naming names” in the title, and his line about the rules applying only to “the little people” is so accurate. I hope the poem is a catalyst for justice and that punishment for Polanski is swift and severe.
Kill Devil Hills, N.C.
The Hollywood apologists for Polanski’s disgusting behavior are enablers of every pedophile who slithers through the world preying upon children. It’s about time Polanski is called what he is.
Mt. Sterling, Utah
Richard Lingeman, in “Nader’s Road to Utopia” [Oct. 12], speculates that the 300,000 copies of Ayn Rand’s books sold this year were purchased by “Glenn Beckheads arming themselves to resist Obama ‘socialism.'” More likely they were sold to schools; Rand is routinely taught in high school. As a junior, my son suffered through Atlas Shrugged, an experience my daughter will share next year. The same school required permission slips for students to listen to the president’s speech in September.
Saving the Public’s Media
William F. Baker, in “How to Save the News” [Oct. 12], rightly pleads for greater government support of our public media. Baker cites staggering numbers that show us to be woefully derelict in buttressing our public media. Based on population, Germany gives sixty-nine times more than we do; England, fifty-five times; Denmark, forty-five; Japan, twenty-eight; Canada, twenty; Ireland, fifteen. Then there are the massive impediments to impartial investigation and reporting of the vested interests of the agglomerators (think Clear Channel) and Clinton’s telecommunications sellout.
Portrait of the Artist