With his new blond mane, Boy George (PEOPLE, Aug. 27) still looks like Elizabeth Taylor, but what happened to the dark-haired beauties they both were?
Johanna di Grazia
Who was the knockout on page 72 of the current issue?
That was Deborah Shelton, who played Juliette Hollister on Yellow Rose last season.
Poll of pols
I’m surprised that you found the 365 men and women who responded to your poll in a shopping mall. After seeing the names they attached to the photos of politicians you showed them, I suspect that they spend most days in a closet, coming out only at night to catch up on Three’s Company. How do these people cast ballots?
William F. Buckley Jr.
How ludicrous it was to see James Baldwin, one of America’s finest living authors, snidely labeled in your magazine “the black writer with the chip glued onto his shoulder.” The source of this noble judgment was none other than William F. Buckley Jr., once famed as an intellectual, now beloved as the author of Marco Polo, If You Can and other subliterary classics. It is far better to be a black writer of any sort than a white one turned green with envy.
New York City
As the mother of a 2-year-old daughter, I found it hard to believe that a woman who is a former nun could abandon her children in favor of a career as a protester and jailbird. Ms. McAlister says that she and her husband are trying to “win some time” for their children by their antinuclear work. I suggest that they put more effort into quality time with their children and stop using them as an excuse for their radical life-style.
Cathy Raycroft Briggs
Congratulations on one more great article about real people. There aren’t many as brave as Elizabeth McAlister and Philip Berrigan.
At last we diehard Cub fans have a reason to hold our heads high. For too long we’ve been the brunt of cruel jokes and pitying glances. We knew Sandberg was talented; now we know he’s a dedicated family man. Thanks for giving us a reason to live again.
Picks & Pans
Reviewing Red Dawn, Jim Calio claims “only Ron O’Neal…is able to arouse much interest.” Apparently Mr. Calio has never been a teenage girl in love with C. Thomas Howell. I enjoyed the charms of Howell, but I also appreciated the superb acting, writing and direction. I’m glad Calio wasn’t aroused by Howell, but my $4 was well spent.
Colonial Heights, Va.
Your article implied that the Jacksons have betrayed their race by charging more for tickets than most blacks can afford. If there were a white group as big as the Jacksons, they would charge the same price for their concerts. The Jacksons are a product, and when the demand for a product shoots up so does the price. The Jacksons did not invent the law of supply and demand, and to insist that they ignore it because they are black is to guarantee that black performers will never be allowed to make the kind of money that white performers do.
One of the fans you interviewed for your story on the Jacksons remarked that the high price of a ticket helps to “keep the riffraff out.” I am a hardcore Michael Jackson fan who could not afford to pay $30 to see Michael Jackson. I resent the fact that this character considers me “riffraff” just because I have to live within my income.
You wonder why “there was none of the urgency, the hysteria, the rebelliousness that rode with the Beatles 20 years ago in the last great pop-culture carnival that traversed America.” The Beatles changed America and encouraged young people to express their views; the Jacksons encourage young people to waste their money on tickets, albums, posters and shirts.
New York City