MIRACLE ON 32ND STREET
Imagine my dismay when my wife somehow misplaced our December 12 issue of The Nation before I’d had a chance to read it. I’d nearly given up hope when I received the following letter in the mail:
Dear Trent Hamann,
What are the odds that the circulation director of The Nation would see this copy of The Nation that was apparently dropped on 32nd Street near Penn Station, step on it, recognize the open ripped page, pick it up, tape the ripped page, add another clean copy and mail it back to its rightful owner?
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Yes, this letter arrived in an envelope with my lost, stepped-on and salvaged copy along with a fresh crisp new one. Almost too good to be true. I just had to share this miraculous story with other Nation readers. Thank you, Art Stupar, and thank you, Nation! You can count me as a subscriber for life.
BUT IF IT WERE VIAGRA…
The FDA’s most recent stall on the morning-after pill is a sexist insult [“In Fact…,” Dec. 12]. The GAO report shows that the FDA’s decision-making process has been corrupted by right-wing fundamentalists. But American women are fighting back. In January 2005 a lawsuit was filed on behalf of myself and eight other women against the FDA. The suit, Tummino v. von Eschenbach, charges that the FDA’s refusal to grant over-the-counter access to Plan B discriminates against women. All of the plaintiffs in the suit are part of the Morning-After Pill Conspiracy, a feminist coalition that sponsored a sit-in at the FDA. We blocked access to the FDA just the way the FDA is blocking women’s access to contraception.
I read with interest Bob Moser’s “Cornbread and Roses” [Nov. 28]. I have had the opportunity to hear John Edwards speak in person several times. The impact he has on a crowd is unbelievable. When Edwards enters a room it is a magic I can’t describe. His optimism and sincerity shine. I watched an exhausted Edwards, dealing with presidential defeat and his wife’s cancer, shake hands with every person who turned out in Wilmington on his thank-you tour. I watched him connect with the old and the young, black and white, rich and poor, and I believe they all walked away with the impression that this is someone who really cares.