Mail from our readers
Thanks for the excellent article on Nick Nolte (#102, Jan, 24)! My eyes were glued to the pages until I finished. He really deserves the splash you gave him.
Issue 102 of EW was the best I’ve read. Why? Because it told me that a major magazine is more concerned with the future of our planet than its bottom line. Your decision to use recycled paper demonstrates your commitment to the environment and is greatly appreciated.
Taking the Rap
I’m a fan of Public Enemy, and I’ve vowed to stand by the group no matter the controversy. But Chuck D is making it hard for me when he attributes Magic Johnson’s HIV infection and Richard Pryor’s multiple sclerosis to ”one big government conspiracy.” Then how does he account for the apparent good health of Jesse Jackson, Spike Lee, and himself?
Public Enemy has every right to be angry about the many injustices to the black community. However, videos like ”By the Time I Get to Arizona” only add to the problems. Hatred and violence cannot be stopped with more hatred and violence.
No Free Samples
I thought I had read everything when it came to political correctness, but David Browne’s ”Sampling is such an intrinsic part of black culture that objections to it can sometimes feel like veiled, if unintentional, racism,” topped them all. Still another excuse for an illegal activity, plagiarism.
Point of View
In an encore photo (”We Are the World”) you identified one of the singers as Anita Pointer. Actually, she is Ruth Pointer.
Editor’s note: You’re right. Also, the world music chart gave the wrong title for Bob Marley and the Wailers’ album. It is One Love.
Shoe Never Dropped
I covered the United Nations as a photographer for Life magazine at the time you say Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev banged his shoe on his desk in 1960 (mentioned in your time line in 100). Actually, he never did. Khrushchev spent the day banging his fists on the table to show his disagreement with various speakers. Finally, he slipped a loafer off his foot, put it on his desk, and gestured jovially to the delegation from the United Arab Republic. He pointed to the shoe and brought his empty fist down beside it in pantomime. Scores of photographers waited for what seemed to be coming. But the last speaker, the delegate from Algeria, said nothing Khrushchev could find objectionable. Khrushchev then slipped his shoe back on and left.
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