Where Have All the Letters Gone?
Editor’s note: There was a time when we worried that comments left in the online version of Colby would siphon off actual letters to the editor. No more. Now we find that comments in the online magazine have been replaced by comments on Colby’s Facebook page.
Of course this reflects changes in technology, the advent of social media, and the ways we now communicate. And as you can see, we have evolved with the times—we are now using Facebook comments on a page once reserved for letters to the editor. That said, we are concerned that we aren’t hearing from readers in the substantive ways—about stories or your Colby experience—we did five years ago.
So this is a long-winded way of saying we welcome your Facebook comments. We welcome your online comments. And we very much welcome your letters, by e-mail or USPS. As always.
On the Life and Death of the CIA’s Elizabeth Hanson ’02
Liz and I sat on the History Review Board together. I remember she was serious, sassy, and INTENSE. She helped people around her focus on the key issues. I’m proud to have known her, even just a little.
Karen Prager ’04
Elizabeth is a true patriot, one of those people who protect our freedom. As Americans we need to remember that freedom is not free. It is paid for dearly and those in the U.S. Armed Services deserve our heartfelt gratitude.
Gary McCarthy ’79
I worked with Liz side by side on Colby Emergency Response for four years. She was a ballbuster and I knew she’d go far.
Junko Goda ’01
Los Angeles, Calif.
Colby’s Hidden Gem
What a beautiful cover on the spring issue. So happy to see the hidden gem of Colby revealed to the greater audience.
Tenzin Dawoe ’07
Santa Fe, N.M.
Unsettled by Mike Daisey
Thanks for this great article on Mike Daisey [’96]. I first learned about him on NPR’s This American Life, and it really changed my perspective. It is more than a little unsettling when I realize that to enjoy reading your magazine and responding on my iPad or my iPhone means the suicide nets are necessary for those who assembled these devices in China.
Chris Mitchell P’11
Lake Barrington, Ill.
After Joan of Arc, a Poem
After seeing a performance of Saint Joan by George Bernard Shaw and reading The Virgin Warrior: The Life and Death of Joan of Arc by Professor Larissa Juliet Taylor [history], I was moved to write this poem.
Happy birthday, dear Joan!
How old are you now?
I am six hundred years old
Keeping good company with Galileo and Aquinas
After a centuries-long oops between
Condemnation and canonization
Crying out to Jesus, Mary and the saints while
Choked to death by smoke before
The fire stripped me nude—
A woman for all to see—then
Burnt to cinders, fed to the river, yet
Still “going boldly” in stained glass and oils
On stone horseback in Orleans and New Orleans—
Joanie on a Pony, Creole tour guides call me—
Cinematic fabrication of your imagination
Chic voices in your dreams—
Like the arrow that pierced my neck,
Flying straight through you to God who
“Helps those who help themselves.”
Barbara McGillicuddy Bolton ’65