I read your article on Rebecca Schaeffer with great sadness (PEOPLE, July 31). My heart goes out to the family and friends of this lovely and talented actress. I hope that as a society we will find ways to prevent such senseless acts of brutality. For this is not simply the problem of the celebrities mentioned in your article, but that of everybody who enjoys and supports their work. One approach might be to redress the woefully inadequate funding for mental health in this country. But such lessons are not worth the loss of this remarkable young woman.
David Walker, M.D.
I am outraged about the murder of Rebecca Schaeffer. The real insanity is a justice system that treats the victimizer as if he or she were the victim. I believe criminals such as Robert John Bardo deserve the death penalty. Although Mr. Bardo’s death would not bring Miss Schaeffer back, it would begin to send a message that America no longer tolerates acts of violence and murder. Entertainers should not have to live with that fear. No human being should.
William P. Strippoli
If Rebecca Schaeffer’s neighbors had called the police to report the suspicious person or warned her of the weird-looking man who was trying to find her, she might be alive today. One neighbor even said she thought it strange to bump into him twice, but she “went on my way. That’s what you do in L.A.” If that’s what you do in Los Angeles, I’m glad I live in Concord, N.H.
THE REV. GEORGE STALLINGS JR.
I was raised Catholic. And never was I so bored as when I had to attend services. Mass was an ordeal—we were threatened with mortal sin if we didn’t attend. I’ve always felt there is something wrong when your religion has to threaten you with the fire of hell to get you to show up. Father Stallings brings the people together and makes them feel at one with the wonders of God, which is the purpose of worship. Religious services should be something we can feel part of—not simply be there as outside observers.
BILL T. JONES
I knew Arnie Zane and Bill Jones in Binghamton in the 1970s. It was a surprise when Arnie found success as a choreographer and dancer, for it was his photographs that seemed so strikingly to express his imagination. But there was never a doubt that Bill could indeed “make magic.” His very presence was a sight to behold. He understood silence. Bill, your resplendent smile blazes on. I won’t forget.
And so, the “mild-mannered” 67-year-old Bob Kane, married to a 36-year-old woman, says, “Age has no meaning whatsoever.” If so, then why does he mention it and further add, “If I had a wife my age, she’d look like my mother”? Strange statement coming from a man who looks like his wife’s grandfather.
Hey, Bob, have you looked in the mirror lately? I guess you believe once a woman becomes “your age” perhaps she no longer deserves a loving and loyal relationship with a man her “own age.” I mean, God forbid she should have a face that has weathered as many storms as you.
I find it despicable that the Department of Defense would intentionally overlook Capt. Lloyd Bucher and the men of the U.S.S. Pueblo who served and suffered for their country. Does it matter that we were not officially at war with North Korea? Where was the help that they thought they were going to receive? It is high time all servicemen were rewarded for protecting our country, no matter how small the part.
South Boston, Mass.
Jeffrey Mayer sounds like he would understand my compulsion for neatness and everything in order. I drive all my friends and employees crazy with my orderliness. Would he be willing to franchise his business skills or at least let me come work for him?
Olana G. Wax
San Luis Obispo, Calif.
BUGS BUNNY LOSES HIS VOICE
I was amazed that in your July 24 issue you made no mention of the passing of Mel Blanc. Mr. Blanc was perhaps the best-known voice performer in the history of the cartoon business. As his agent, I can testify that Mel Blanc was not only an unusual talent but also an exceptional human being. Fortunately for all of us, Mel’s son Noel does all of his father’s voices and will be able to carry on in his footsteps. Thanks for listening.