updated 12/19/1983 AT 01:00 AM EST
•originally published 12/19/1983 AT 01:00 AM EST
I'd like to express my thanks to all those who contributed to your special report on the 20th anniversary (PEOPLE, Nov. 28) of John F. Kennedy's assassination. When the President was shot in Dallas I was only a child; nevertheless, I found the reminiscences you collected from people old enough to remember that day poignant. They showed how deeply his death has affected us all, regardless of background or politics.
I can understand Martin Sheen's reluctance to portray John Kennedy. However, after seeing the series Kennedy, I would like to offer my sincere thanks to Mr. Sheen and the rest of the fantastic cast for presenting a difficult but integral part of our history.
Teresa K. Markiewicz
I found the cheesecake pictures of John Fitzgerald Kennedy Jr. that you printed cheap and in poor taste, especially at a time when America was remembering that his father had given his life for his country.
Yes, the loss is still devastating, but it seems to me that we spend most of our time on how John Kennedy died—to the point that what he achieved while he was alive has become secondary. The man did so much good for this nation that we should celebrate his life, not his death.
June Oswald Porter
It was a joy to read June Oswald Porter's story. As her peer in high school, I admired her talent and her stamina. As her friend, I enjoyed her caring personality and sensitive character. I hope that those who meet June and her family after reading this article will appreciate them for the qualities they possess instead of seeing the past and the labels they don't deserve.
Kara Morton Smith
After your beautiful tribute to JFK, why in hell did you follow it with page after page of drivel about his murderer's family? I'm incensed.
The story by June Oswald Porter touched me. I can also imagine, in a smaller way, how it must have been for her and her family. A relative of mine was convicted of a murder charge five years ago, and it is still hard for members of my family to live in the community where it happened. When people hear the name, they question, ridicule or sometimes turn away. I love my relative and he is part of me—no one can alter that. Stick to the beliefs of your heart, June Oswald Porter; ignore those who condemn for they will make their own judgments anyway.
In this issue you ran a story on a discotheque that opened in a renovated church, including a picture of a customer dragging a cross across the dance floor. I realize your magazine is not responsible for the actions of the owner, a satiated, bored millionaire from Canada who has nothing better to do than cotton to the whims of a degenerate society, but why you would give him coverage is beyond me. The enterprise is blasphemous and sacrilegious in the extreme.
Martha Layne Collins
I began your article on our new Governor, Martha Layne Collins, with great expectations, but by the end of the first paragraph I was furious. Phyllis George Brown has been anything but a "lame-duck" First Lady, and I can't wait until her husband runs for public office again. The Browns brought Kentucky out of the hills and showed the world that it is a great place to live and work.
Our new Governor will be a refreshing change from the Brown administration. Martha Layne Collins has the good sense not to turn our lovely state into a Mickey Mouse version of Hollywood. I admire her for not making too many campaign promises and for knowing when to keep her mouth shut, a quality that is very unusual in a politician. The next four years should be a step forward for women and Kentucky.
Patricia Marie Hawkins
Re your article on Royston Potter, the man with three wives: Polygamy is just thinly disguised sexual pig-amy.
Connie von Hundertmark
New York City
Dr. Ian Munro
Your article profiling the cranio-facial surgeon Ian Munro made me realize how brilliant and determined a doctor can be and that, without men and women like him, many of us would be destined for a life of misery. It is wonderful to know that not all doctors are out for just one thing. The little girl whose operation you chronicled is very lucky to have come into his realm.
New York City
Last April, at the age of 31, I was operated on. I was considered a routine surgical case, but in the five hours following surgery I almost lost my life. I remember lying on a gurney in the hallway, alone. Nurses coming and going, not even looking at me. I was afraid I would never wake up to see my family again, but also afraid to show my fear because I was an adult. I would have given anything for someone to put their hand on my shoulder and tell me it would be okay. Your picture of Sandy McLellan, the young patient cradled in the arms of her anesthesiologist, Bob Creighton, brought tears to my eyes. For me, that one photo said a million words about how much he cares for his patients.