What Was She Thinking?
Regarding Stephen Dark's story about Scott Gollaher, "No Apologies" [April 16, City Weekly], the title says it all about Gollaher. But I'm possibly even more incensed about Marie Maxfield, who knowingly offered her daughter up to be abused (in an effort to keep her man?) by someone whose history had shown him to be a man with a long list of child-abuse claims.
Where's her punishment?
Soldiers Helped Lead Antiwar Marches
John Rasmuson's "Thank Us Not" editorial [April 30, City Weekly] is right on about how the end of the draft has made it easier for the government to start wars and harder to mobilize enough public opposition to get them stopped.
Fostering hostility between soldiers and antiwar activists is another vital cog in this wheel. I think Rasmuson's experience of being "ignored" as a Vietnam-era veteran is far more representative than the image of the "spat upon" veteran, which became belatedly widespread in the lead-up to the first Gulf War of 1991. This false image has been punctured by Vietnam veteran Jerry Lembcke's 2000 book The Spitting Image.
A powerful force in the U.S. withdrawal from the Vietnam War was the deep and growing antiwar sentiment among the soldiers. The antiwar movement that I was part of was in solidarity with the soldiers. I could document this reality on a national level.
The first antiwar rally I took leadership in organizing at Utah State University in the spring of 1969 was in defense of freedom of speech for soldiers at Fort Jackson, S.C., who were being court-martialed for organizing an antiwar meeting while off-duty. Two local Army veterans and an Air Force veteran spoke at that rally.
The largest anti-Vietnam war demonstration in Utah took place on May 15, 1971. Fortunately, it was documented for history by a front-page photo in the local section of The Salt Lake Tribune the following day.
In that photo, you can see the front of the march coming down Capitol Hill led by a contingent, some in uniform, carrying a banner that read, "Active Duty GIs Against the War." You can also see part of a second, larger contingent behind them, with their big banner that read, "Vietnam Veterans Against the War."
Salt Lake City
Taste of Giraffe
I want to comment on the hunting expedition of Rebecca Francis ["Trophy Hunting Inexcusable, Inhumane," Letters, April 23, City Weekly]. Perhaps flying to Africa in a jumbo jet, sitting next to some yahoo for 16 hours via Detroit, Rome and Mogadishu was simply too much for this milk & honey Utah local.
I'm sure she had intentions beyond stalking a male giraffe—from a truck, with a bow and arrow. Wasn't she there for a goodwill symposium sponsored by a religious sect?
Yet, now I find out she was duped into staying at the local guide hostel, where being the only easy-on-the-eyes foreigner in the group made for easy spin. She would have been better staying in Utah, taking some dough from the paranoid friends in the Legislature and gone wolf hunting. In Utah. Using a sling or a wooden spear, just like Ayla did in the book The Clan of the Cave Bear. That would wipe the smarmy grin off her sweet and otherwise-delicate face.
In my family, if we killed some poor innocent being (except the Predator or Alien), we had to eat it. Hey, Rebecca: What does giraffe taste like?
Certainly not like chicken or tofu.
M. Springer Murray