updated 06/07/1993 AT 01:00 AM EDT

originally published 06/07/1993 AT 01:00 AM EDT

In response to our cover story about stalkers and their victims (PEOPLE, May 17), a number of readers wrote to share their own stories of being stalked by former husbands or boy friends or, in some cases, strangers. Few have been able to resume normal lives.

As much as it frightened me, your cover story also reassured me. As a stalking victim who will be going to court very shortly, I can only say it was like attending an AA meeting—scary, but comforting to know that others are right there in the same boat.

My ex-husband stalked me for a year and a half. During that time he raped and assaulted me and repeatedly threatened my life. I was followed on a daily basis. He watched my home with binoculars. My car was repeatedly vandalized, as were the cars of anyone I dated. I had restraining orders and a file full of police reports. Some law-enforcement officers were reluctant to do am thing to assist me because this man had once been my husband. I eventually was able to move far away, but I will never be able to escape the fear I still live with every day.

Eight years after I was raped, I was terrified to see my attacker outside my apartment. My efforts to seek protection from local law officials (ailed because the law wouldn't help me until I was physically harmed. I became a prisoner in my own home. When a 45-pound rock was discovered in the driver's seat of my car—by way of my windshield—I knew the message was clear. I am now thriving in my new life several thousand miles from family and friends. Had a stalking law been in existence when I needed it, perhaps my life would not have been so drastically altered.

My mother, Beth Blackburn, was stalked for eight months by a man who sent her death threats, harassed her at work by phone and followed her all around town. He knew her every move. She was told by the police that there was nothing they could do to protect her. On April 22 my mother was murdered in her apartment in Baton Rouge. What makes this senseless tragedy even more painful for my family and me is that the man who stalked my mom for eight months was her estranged husband, my father. The day after my father murdered my mother, he killed himself. Had there been a stalker law to enforce in Louisiana, perhaps my mother and my father would still be alive today.

I am appalled at your use of the stalker article to display your anti-Christian bigotry. What does being "a fundamentalist Christian...watching evangelists on TV" have to do with the mentally disturbed behavior of Virgil Bender? He obviously did not heed the teachings of these preachers when he violated the commandment "Thou shall not kill." Try to use a bit more objectivity in your reporting instead of trying to stigmatize the groups with which you disagree.
GRANT RODKEY, Salem, Oreg.

I have always admired Cher as a talented actress and an accomplished performer. However, her humanitarian visit to Armenia, her desolate and suffering ancestral homeland, has surpassed all expectations. It takes a great deal of love, compassion and courage for any person to make that trip, and Cher did it.
D. MALATJALIAN, M.D., Halifax, Nova Scotia

I have been a fan of Michael Jordan's for a number of years, but after reading your article I am really disappointed that he views his fans as bothersome. What would he think if he were to play a game with nobody in the stands to cheer him on? Maybe he needs to look in the mirror and see the old Michael again.
NETA HAGGARD, Sherwood, Ariz.

Dang, it must be stressful, going all the way from middle class to $50 million a year. I can really feel for Michael Jordan. I want him to have his privacy. From now on, in deference to Mr. Jordan, I won't buy any products that he endorses or watch the Chicago Bulls. It's not much, but I hope it helps.
DONNA D. COOPER, Portland, Oreg.

Delighted to be among the beauties in your May 3 issue, but hey-you left out three grandchildren. The newest is Zack, 1½, but Christopher, 2, Ethan, 7, and Marisa, 10, were already here, all knockout kids.

From Our Partners