For your December 2, 1994, feature article “Searching for the Great Black Hope” I thank you. I am glad I had not read the article til now because of all the ironic situations that have occurred since December 2.
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Joe Gardner has done absolutely nothing that makes me believe he can run this big city. I found his hugging that thug, Gator Bradley, an insult and an abomination in his trying to push that thing as a participating human being. Gator Bradley is acceptable only to a fraction of the lazy people of the Third Ward. One wonders if those people in that ward will ever turn human and do something that is right and good for all those little people they keep making with such abandon. It is a shame that they think the best they have is an illiterate, pitiful 43-year-old gangbanger who thinks that another middle-aged gangbanger, in prison himself, could lead the youth of that hell hole. I think they want to repeat the stupid picture we see in Washington D.C. I saw just the other day that the situation there is so bad that half of the folks on their police force have been convicted of crimes; the corruption is so rampant that last week they could not afford to pay repair bills on a fire truck. Then Mr. Dopey, Marion Barry, was on TV saying he would give up part of his salary to alleviate the situation. How big is his salary? As I watched what is happening there I just relish the fact that there is a God. They are getting just what they deserved. Any time enough people can hate so much that they elect something like Barry to be what they show their children and the world as their desired representative they ought to suffer to death. Pathetically we have some of those same kinds of brains in the Third Ward. “They’re going to show them white people” by allowing Bradley to run as a representative for them. I wouldn’t care if our setup was like D.C., but that fool would vote in our city council, and the fools we have are bad enough. Shame on every adult down there and Lord have mercy on their victims, their children. Don’t believe those very literate letters someone writes and sends to the Trib and Sun-Times with Gator Bradley’s name as the writer. This guy has the vocabulary of a seven year old. We all read those letters and wonder what’s/who’s the real deal?
But we love the irony here. Dorothy Tillman, for all her years as alderman of the Third Ward, did all she could to stoop to the lowest levels to, she assumed, keep her job. She talks nasty, looks nasty, carries a gun and berates all blacks and whites that can think. In speaking in the tongue of the gangbangers, dope fiends, career welfare recipients, Lu Palmer and his Hateful Dummies On Call, this woman seems surprised that the dogs want to leave her with nothing but fleas. All her stupidity didn’t help her keep that dung heap that (is) was her kingdom. I love that law of “what went around will come around.” I have a picture of Ol Girl trying to shove her way into a picture with Mayor Daley and her behavior towards him was absolutely abominal always. All he had to do was take the high road and wait for that law of the universe to work its way back to that big dummy. All the dummies. Were those guys at the unity breakfast the same spineless guys that didn’t show up at the first one Mayor Daley gave because all those fools like Lu Palmer dared them? I think so.
Maryanne Burgess
