Judge Bollinger deserves support from judgesWhen a judge...


February 25, 1997

Judge Bollinger deserves support from judges

When a judge, deemed to be one of the most efficient and fair members of the bench by a majority of those knowledgeable about our judicial system, comes to an independent decision, which is well within the guidelines, spirit and intent of the laws he is sworn to uphold, wouldn't it be reasonable to expect loyalty and support from the officials who make these laws and set the sentencing guidelines for him to enforce and dispense?

More than ever, Judge Thomas Bollinger deserves the public backing of his senior judicial colleagues, if the independence of the judiciary is to be preserved.

Had Judge Bollinger done something unconstitutional, illegal or just plain wrong in the Weiner case, I could understand it. But it's too bad some senior officials and gutless politicians are so easily silenced by a few over-zealous, tunnel-visioned special interest groups, which are totally misinformed by the press and intent on a dangerous, politically correct agenda.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to stand up for what is right. Tom Bollinger deserves at least that much.

!Dennis L. Wedekind Sr.


Welcome to America's judicial wonderland

Alice wondered much in Wonderland. She might be even more astonished by our current judicial system. And what relatively sane human would not share her bewilderment?

A guy who nearly kills his wife walks free because he wants to join a country club while a woman is hauled into court, convicted and punished for feeding other people's parking meters.

A very strange wonderland, indeed

Elke Straub


George Will columns seen as befuddling

When George Will writes, readers try to understand what he is saying -- whether in a fine baseball book or in one of his cryptic columns.

In "Men At Work," a gem centered around a diamond, Mr. Will communicates great insights about the inside game of baseball both for amateurs and connoisseurs. Here he shows sympathy and understanding for his readers.

Unfortunately, in his weekly columns Mr. Will isn't willing to be as compassionate with his language as he is forthright with his ideas. A man of uncommon say, he prefers to set forth language which might make E. B. White shudder. For example, "It is meretricious to treat an epistolary extravagance as an index of implacable conviction." (Feb. 17).

George Will discovered his signature long ago, one that is indelibly etched on almost every sentence he pens. That he has found his uniqueness in combining strong beliefs on the one hand with hard-to-decipher prose on the other is not debatable. It might be better, however, for him to concentrate on his ". . . love of greatness in public people" rather than on the befuddling sentences he so dearly covets.

Fred Schock


Obituary mentioned wrong alma mater

The Feb. 9 obituary of Harold J. Jennifer III stated that my brother was a 1962 graduate of Frederick Douglass High School.

While Douglass was a fine institution with an outstanding tradition, that was not my brother's alma mater. Sonny, as he was known, was a proud alumnus of Baltimore City College -- the "Castle on the Hill" where the standard was set for tradition and where future mayors, county executives and governors were schooled.

Clinton W. Jennifer


White audience, black musicians

The Feb. 19 op-ed piece, ''Second Balcony'' from F. de Sales Meyers struck many familiar notes with me.

Like him, I was seduced by big band music at a very early age (15), my first witness to a live performance being the Jimmy Lunceford band at Carlin's Park in 1937.

I can remember to this minute the feeling of being swept away emotionally when that powerful, beautifully arranged and performed music literally pounded my heart and other internal organs. Mr. Meyers is right. We didn't need ears to hear or eyes to see; the music was all-pervasive and super powerful.

I also shared his expectation that music could help with race relations, especially when white bands started taking on colored artists. Even then, I was anything but relaxed the first time I decided to enter a black venue to enjoy a band I loved.

It was easy, though, once we tried it. Several of us got to be regulars at the Strand Ballroom, the New Albert, the Royal Theatre. We couldn't have been made more welcomed by management, audience and performers.

The musicians noted and seemed to enjoy the presence of a scattering of white fans who had crashed the color barrier (the only barrier being in our own minds). We heard and saw all the big ones: Ellington, Basie, Hines, Charlie Barnet (white) and many others.

I had to go all the way to Munich, Germany, to meet and have dinner with Louis Armstrong -- but that's another story.

Franklin W. Littleton


Pub Date: 2/25/97

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