Upon finishing the second part of the Marcia Trimble story (“The File on Marcia Trimble,” July 5), I couldn’t help feeling transported back to 1975. I was only 5 years old at the time but have vivid memories of police officers questioning my father (as they did with every man and young boy in the area) and extensively searching the wooded areas behind our house.
We lived on Abbott Martin, two houses down from the intersection at Lynnwood Blvd., and the famed quarry was behind our house. Even at 5 years old, I suddenly became aware of the truth to the parental messages of “never talk to strangers” and “run home immediately if anyone strange is around.”
These lessons were hammered into all the kids in that neighborhood in the spring of ’75 and for years after. In many ways, Nashville lost her innocence on that February evening. Wherever the case evidence eventually leadsand I fervently hope for the truth to be revealed somedaythe real story is that of little 9-year-old Marcia. Whether she was playing innocent games of “show me yours and I’ll show you mine” with some neighborhood children or older boys were doing things to her, try to imagine the fear of those last moments. A chilly February evening, the sun is going down, and Mom has dinner waiting.
I can only commend the officers involved with her case for their tireless efforts to solve the murder. I hope we all have the answer someday and can finally let Marcia rest.
After reading Dale Allen’s letter last week (“Stealing the music”), I felt I should respond to clear up any confusion that may have arisen from my quotes in the June 14 “The Future of Music” article. If any readers were led to believe that I sell copies of any music I have burned, they misunderstood. I have a consumer CD burner. I have a passion for music. Do I have any more access to free music than anyone who utilizes Napster or any of the other budding file-swapping services? I think not. No apology.
2825 Bransford Ave., Nashville
I agree with Jim Ridley that I Am Cuba is a remarkable film. However, while correctly noting its Cold War origin, parts of his own review easily could have been written by Washington cold warriors who continue to assault Cuba today. The heroes of the film are indeed stunningly defiant. Rather than representing a “fossilized artifact” of an era past, my travels to Cuba indicate a similar defiance among contemporary Cubans. They are defiant of U.S. policy toward their country and of the ascendancy of the neo-liberalism that further divides the globe into a few who have and most who have not.
While Ridley opts for the clichés of right-wing talk radio and propagandized seventh-grade social studies texts when referring to 40 years of poverty under Castro, none other than World Bank president James Wolfensohn recently extolled Cuba for doing “a great job” in providing for the social welfare of the Cuban people. The Bank’s own statistics show that Cuba has the sixth best infant mortality rate in the world, primary school enrollment of 100 percent, and the highest ratio of doctors to people in the world (5.3 doctors per 1,000 people). All of this and more are the result of the dedication and defiance of the Cuban people. Since the U.S. makes most travel to Cuba illegal, you may not be able to see this firsthand. But you can see I Am Cuba. Try to see it, though, without Ridley’s Cold War biases.
MTSU Department of Philosophy
Thank you, J. Wade Gilley, for reporting that the University of Tennessee leaves something to be desired as an academic institution. I have long marveled at and been appalled by the observation (fact?) that so many people, “educated” or otherwise, seemingly derive their self-esteem from how “The Big Orange” performs athletically on any given day. ’Tis sad and strange indeed that one is not able to rejoice, first and foremost, in an institution’s intellectual prowess/pursuit thereof, and be thankful for the fact that UT beat Vandy, once again. Oh, boy. BFD.
Mark Blayney Leedom
1112 Clifton Ln., Apt. 21, Nashville
Throw them out
In the concluding paragraph of his article “A Hole in the Middle” (July 5), Bill Carey writes “many lawmakers from across the state are risking their political careers by sticking their necks out for an income tax.” Of all the related articles and editorials that I have read, this one sentence most concisely emphasizes the absurdity of the entire debate: If the elected officials were representing the positions of their constituents, they would not be committing political suicide.
Perhaps they should rethink their own positions and oppose the income tax. Because, the truth is, the real problem with this debate (and the budget-crisis in general) has nothing to do with the budget that Sundquist submitted. So it has nothing to do with any redundant spending or unnecessary improvements. And, as we all know, TennCare is the model for efficient state-run insurance programs everywhere and, as such, is beyond reproach. No, the problem here is those fiscally conservative Democrats from Middle Tennessee and the citizens who elected them. If we could just get rid of them, the state could spend till its heart’s content, and the rest of us could have the happy government we deserve.
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