Letters from Readers
Whose life matters?
Calling on all sides to search within (“Here’sWhat’s Missing from ‘Black Lives Matter’”) got me thinking. Cutting to the chase: I’m still not convinced that race is the biggest issue in the events the BLM movement has chosen to protest. Stupidity, incompetence, poor community relations, quick draw
mentality, bullyism, authority complexes, victim
complexes, bad behavior, poor choices, dysfunctional family lives, poverty, and social status—all loomed larger as causes in my mind as seemingly news-
starved media coverage unfolded over a series of
local confrontations. BLM is quick to lob the molotov
cocktail of race into the room, even before facts are adjudicated. The result is off-putting, at best; at
worst, incendiary.
As if on cue (can we say distract from other failures of office?), the unrest and damage associated with BLM protests were aided and abetted by none other than our race-baiting president and his attorney general, along with some city (Baltimore) leaders. They, with BLM, in effect, anointed a new generation of malcontents who seem more than anxious to sacrilegiously align their selfie stick activism to the infinitely more dire civil rights issues of the ’50s and ’60s.
Can we really have a problem with those skeptics among us who view these events and question the entire premise of the Black Lives Matter brand? Racism has yet to be proved. Black lives matter. Blue lives matter. Red lives matter. Brown lives matter. Yellow lives matter. All lives matter. Now, let’s fix the real problem with real leadership, innovation, and accountability.
Emil Walcek
Alpharetta,, Georgia
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Thanks for thinking of us!
I just wanted to send you all a quick note. I ran the Peachtree Road Race. It was a miserably hot and humid race, and I did not spend much time looking up and enjoying the crowd. But I noticed what appears to have been a group of “patriotic Muslims” [the Ahmadiyya Muslim Community, Georgia Chapter].Thanks for cheering us on! It did not escape my attention that they were handing out water bottles while fasting, on maybe the hottest/most humid morning of the summer. If I was fasting, I seriously doubt I would have voluntarily stood outside in the sun to hand water out to other people that I couldn’t drink myself. Thanks for making that sacrifice to make us runners feel better! I really appreciate it! I hope to see you all next year!
David Terry
by email
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Every Indian growing up in India since 1938 is familiar with this popular brand, which has produced to the tune of four million biscuits every day. The rectangular parchment-paper-wrapped packet of crisp, sweet, glucose-infused brown rectangular biscuits—with raised edges and the name embossed in them—are indelible in every child’s imagination. They were consumed with so much love because they were not fancy. Nor did they claim an avant-garde or nutritional advantage. They were wholesome, like our Indian childhood. This reasonably priced, down- to-earth snack was consumed by Indians between meals, to calm hunger pangs, over games of hide-and-go-seek or monopoly. It was a perfect replenishment for cramming sessions before exams. They were equally suitable for a toddler who was cutting teeth or a grandpa who had lost his set of pearly whites.
I remember getting up and standing on the kitchen counter to reach for our biscuit tin. We did not have a cookie jar. Ours was a round Victorian-style metal tin with pictures of English maidens sipping tea in gardens. Inside this perfect tin were the sweet biscuits, an assortment of Parle G., Nice coconut flavored biscuits sprinkled with sugar, Arrowroot biscuits with holes in them, and Britannia chocolate cream ones, which were perfect to pull apart and lick the cream off them. Often while reading Enid Blyton books, my mouth would water at the glorious descriptions of puddings and treacles, and I would tiptoe into the kitchen and raid the biscuit tin.
Now after 87 years, the biscuit factory at Ville Parle will stop manufacturing this popular Indian brand. Children will not be able to send Ramu or Bahadur to buy a packet of biscuits from the neighboring grocery store because the 60 lakh outlets will stop carrying them.
Parle will not remain the same without Parle-G!
Monita Soni, M.D.
by email
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