To the editors:
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You will be well within your rights to take Hot Type columnist Michael Miner’s own advice (December 11) and to evaluate whether or not it is cost-effective to keep that column around. A full page of ads . . . for that matter, a blank page, would be more refreshingly honest and thought-provoking–not to mention financially rewarding–than the cluttered jumble of the “subliterary lambkin” that now parades across page four of the Reader.
Chicagoans will be fortunate, indeed, to find another man of Harold Washington’s stature, judgment, and vision willing to lead this city. If, in the course of a week as politically charged as was the week of Washington’s death, Miner can find nothing more noteworthy to say than to speciously assign blame and to lambaste the dreams and hopes of the majority (remember your civics, Michael) of the voters of this city, then may I suggest you slink back into your closet, Michael, and spare us from your empty posturing?
