Rebecka Snell Labson

No Joke
Regarding Eric Dexheimer's "Statue of Limitations," in the September 27 issue:
"Comic" is not the word. "Despicable" is closer.

Bigotry: Calling Jon Dickerson "curly"; rubbing the top of his head; saying "Do your black thing" and "black men [are] better hung"; giving an ape statue; withholding leads. They say he "didn't have a very good sense of humor," but these things are not funny and do not create an atmosphere of humor. They are cruel, cutting and inexcusable; a sleazy attempt at covering up underhanded, defensive weakness.

"A team-oriented and laughter-filled environment"? Not when the staff was not supportive, not if "the whole place went silent" and "several employees came up and apologized." A joke is only funny if both people are laughing. If only one person is laughing, it is ridicule.

Ridicule is vicious.
Joan Boucher

The Tie That Binds
You know, I was reading along, enjoying Bill Gallo's "Jerry's Kids," his September 27 review of Tie-Died: Rock 'n Roll's Most Deadicated Fans. He had me smiling and chuckling as I was relating to his descriptions. But then the last two lines came along--bummer; crash and burn. Bill writes: "Now that it's over, what Tie-Died really shows us is a lost tribe in the making. By most standards, that's also a tragedy in the making."

Oh, Bill, the dreariness! Don't be pasting your own negativism onto the happening.

Jerry and company founded a new tribe in this society. He may have been a main catalyst and a major center of gravity, but there is so much more. Jerry has passed on, but the people, the spirit and the music have a life of their own. The tribe will continue, the music will continue, and the faith in something better than this self-obsessed earth-battering materialistic paradigm we're trapped in will also continue.

Skeptics will never see it. So what--it's still out here. Like the song says, "Keep Truckin'."

Peter Miesler

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