I must agree with Walter Echo-Hawk (PEOPLE, Sept. 4). No matter how scientifically valuable Indians’ remains are, they are someone’s relatives. We don’t have our Civil War dead in museums. George Washington’s bones aren’t on display. We seem to feel that people of non-Christian religions aren’t entitled to remain buried. We dig up Egyptian tombs, North and South American Indians, but not ancient European cemeteries. All burial sites must be equally sacred.
The story of Malcolm Forbes’s 70th birthday—with its wretched excesses, wasteful spending and just another excuse for a meaningless gathering of Beautiful People—made for most interesting reading. God, I wish I had been invited. Malcolm, are you sure you aren’t a Texan?
I am sure Mr. Forbes worked hard in obtaining his fortune, but I am disgusted that you would include in your magazine an article about his $2 million birthday party. Two million dollars could have proved very beneficial to many charities, and I find it very unfortunate that this 70-year-old man would waste so much money only to fill the bellies of his pals and catch up on all the gossip of the well-to-dos.
Teresa Young, M.D.
“Our Father is not in Heaven yet and, as he also still signs our paychecks, we are anxious to make his 70th birthday a more memorable one….” Never have I heard of a more incredibly obnoxious invitation in my life. Malcolm’s sons sound like greedy little pseudosophisticated pigs.
Staci Ann Blank
New York City
There is no doubt that you will receive hundreds (maybe thousands?) of letters from do-gooders criticizing Malcolm Forbes for his birthday party. I, however, am of the opinion that it is his money and he can spend it any way he wants. Besides, I’m sure Mr. Forbes donates his fair share to all kinds of charities. Gosh, let the guy have some fun and just wish him a happy birthday.
I enjoyed your piece on dolphins, but I am troubled by the negative comments about the swim programs involving these wonderful creatures. Three weeks ago my family and I were thrilled to have a dolphin encounter in Hawaii. The trainers hit us hard with conservation facts and a great educational program before we put so much as a little toe in the water. This program has had a profound effect on our whole family. I’m sure it has helped shape our children’s attitude toward the importance of marine conservation as no movie, book or SAVE THE WHALES poster ever could.
Flipper’s ex-trainer, Ric O’Barry, has evidently spent too much time out of the water. When he states that programs like Dolphins Plus in Key Largo, Fla., don’t work, he is speaking without thoroughly researching the experiences of people who have spent time with the dolphins. I did just that with a dolphin named Dreamer at Dolphins Plus. There was more than an hour of instruction by a staff member who has a marine biology degree. I spent the morning with Dreamer, and when I had to leave the water, I cried. She watched me go, rising out of the water to do so, and talked to me. The dolphins’ well-being is foremost at Dolphins Plus, and they don’t do tricks. Control the abusers of our sea creatures, but don’t eliminate the positive interactions.
Nancy J. Scharmach
I want to thank Jim Jensen for sharing his pain and his hope with all of us. I too am a recovering addict, and it’s wonderful to hear and see the miracle of starting over. Thank you, Mr. Jensen, for telling people that there is, indeed, “hope after dope.”
To paraphrase F. Scott Fitzgerald, show me a roaring success and I’ll show you an undisclosed tragedy. Stand tall, Jim. Crying in church because of the beautiful music during a cello-piano recital means one thing—at 62 you’re finally alive, a complete, expressive human being.
Ridgefield Park, N.J.
Arlie Hochschild has hit the working-women syndrome right on the nose. After 18 months of marriage, I was ready to throw in the towel and head for divorce court, due to unequal responsibilities and a lack of communication. Fortunately for us, we were able to break the communication gap and sit down and discuss a workable solution. I think reading this article should be a prerequisite to getting a marriage license. For my husband and me, two children and nine years later, I’m still doing 65 percent of all household duties. However, 65 percent is easier to deal with than the 98 percent of the first 18 months.