So the black voters succumbed to the Glendening demogogy. It must have also fooled The Sun's editorial staff. Aren't you able to get a more representative columnist for the black community of Baltimore than Gregory Kane?
These are no sour grapes, but victory wine is bitter
Gov. Parris N. Glendening and his liberal special interests have no mandate or wonderful victory to celebrate.
He was re-elected by a campaign that was overrun with lies, half-truths and derisive exaggerations spiced by demagogery of magnitude I've not seen in the past.
These thoughts may be perceived as "sour grapes" (a popular term with the mush-mouthed media) but if Mr. Glendening and his soldiers of misfortune drink wine in victory, it is a bitter and spoiled vintage.
Ronald L. Dowling
It's a wonderful life for President Clinton
It is unfortunate that legendary film director Frank Capra died prior to the Clinton presidency. He would have been ideally suited to make a movie about Bill Clinton.
Four of Capra's memorable films ("Mr. Deeds Goes to Town," "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," "Meet John Doe" and "It's a Wonderful Life") have basically the same theme.
Each film is about a young man who rises from modest circumstances to achieve a measure of success. At the high point of his success, he is involved in a possible illegal act or a scandal that threatens to ruin him.
However, when all seems lost, the people in the community save him.
When I was reviewing the results of last week's election, I suddenly thought of Frank Capra and what a wonderful movie he could have made.
Kristallnacht recollections remind survivors of terror
For the few of us left to relive the nightmare experiences of Kristallnacht 60 years ago, your extensive coverage of these horrid events is particularly significant ("Hearing the echoes of 'die Kristallnacht,' " Nov. 8, Perspective).
For the lucky ones who somehow managed to escape and who were allowed to build a new and meaningful life in the friendly and hospitable environs of Baltimore, your recalling and reciting details of this trauma should help bring our often-expressed "never again" hope closer to reality.
Several years ago, at the invitation of the mayor of my native Nordhausen, a small town in central Germany, I was asked to tell a camera crew my story of that night, right at the home from which I was taken to incarceration. This included a shoe-less walk to an assembly point, a torturous bus ride to Buchenwald and a terrorizing six weeks there.
Then, and again now, I tearfully realize how else it could have ended.
Henry W. Eisner
Pub Date: 11/12/98