John De Lorean
Your article on John De Lorean (PEOPLE, Nov. 8) seems to suggest that poor John got caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. I would have written it in a much different style. Poor John just tried to provide misery for a countless number of addicts or junkies, whichever term you prefer. He should be treated the same as any other pusher. Tell the story of those who suffer from drugs as well as the story of those who peddle them.
Daniel P. Martin
Reading your article about John De Lorean, it was clear that, while his motor company has failed, his marriage has not. I admire Cristina’s devotion to her husband.
I also grew up in working-class Detroit. My father wore a blue collar to work on the assembly line. Dad often said: “I make Cadillacs, but I do not drive one.” Mr. De Lorean’s father, who worked in Ford’s foundry and “finished down there right where he started, in the factory,” could look back on his life with more pride than will his genius son. There is no shame in working with one’s hands, but, regardless of defenses such as entrapment, there can and should be little pride in what John De Lorean has done. I wonder if, with all his brilliance, he has enough common sense to realize this?
Leon D. Bess
The real story in the Saldana attack is that of the “passing deliveryman” who wrestled with her attacker and saved her life. The man deserves recognition for showing great courage in risking his life to save someone else’s.
Bunker Hill, Ill.
The brave individual who put a stranglehold on Saldana’s assailant was Jeff Fenn, a man who had always wanted to be a policeman. In December he goes to work for the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Office.—ED.
I was moved by Theresa Saldana’s story. I was also a victim of violent crime in November 1976, two days after my 21st birthday. I was pistol-whipped, shot in the stomach and left for dead, but a UCLA medical team worked hard to save me. Given a 10 percent chance to live, I am here today by the grace of God and the help of the doctors. As a result of this crime, I am unable to have children, a recent discovery that has brought back a lot of hurt and anger. I wish Theresa all the best in her work with the victim’s assistance program. Because the man who shot me received only probation for this attempted murder, I wish to remain—
I was so pleased to see your article on the good work of Father Tom Rooney in Africa. I know that my gifts to Father Rooney are helping to make a difference in the lives of children. Frank Sinatra isn’t the only one who can help to feed a starving child!
Jane D. Lohr
Donations can be sent to: World Mercy Fund, 121 South Saint Asaph St., Alexandria, Va. 22314.—ED.
Soldiers of Fortune
To have devoted any space at all to people like Bob Brown and his cohorts, individuals who derive enjoyment from the torment of war, is to have inadvertently glamorized what it is they stand for. Reading the story, I felt as if I were listening to a bunch of mindless 2-year-olds, little boys running around in grown-up bodies, touting death to Communists and playing at war games. What these men are really getting off on is violence, not the serious defense of our nation.
Salt Lake City
I am upset by your statement that the Leone brothers “ranked in this country’s Top 10 in horse show jumping, which means little since the sport ranks in visibility just after tortoise racing.” It was very poor taste to give their names and ranking and then put them down for lack of “visibility.” Also, two major cable channels have been carrying this sport for the last three years. Watching a 1,200-pound horse and his rider challenge a six-foot fence with grace and harmony is just as exciting as watching any other athlete in a timed event. And when was the last time you heard about a rider and horse going on strike to negotiate for more visibility? Seen much football lately?
Los Alamos, N.Mex.
Even in jest, Warren Zevon should not be pictured in a swimming pool noodling around on an electric guitar. Paramedics have a grisly name for the remains of persons who fool around with water and electricity—they call them crispy critters.
Creve Coeur, Mo.
If having the last name Presley is “more of a detriment” than a help, as Priscilla claims, why didn’t she drop the name when she dropped the man? She claims that “it’s not the name that gets you the work”; in my book, it’s a little too late to prove it in her case.
Thousand Oaks, Calif.
For the life of me, I cannot see why it took 19 Secret Service men to protect the President’s son Michael, his wife and one child on their trip to Britain. I get the feeling more and more often that Washington bureaucrats are copying Marie Antoinette by saying: “Let them eat cake.”
A big round of applause for your rabbit gallery. People have laughed at me for years when I said that I showed rabbits. They didn’t believe me! I’m sending each one a copy of PEOPLE.