By Lindsay Toler
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By Lindsay Toler
Great article on the departure of Cole Campbell and the general malaise at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch ("Lost at Sea," RFT, June 7). But I feel compelled to make a correction to something that Cole Campbell said. He was reportedly surprised that Carolyn Tuft, a first-rate investigative reporter, was complaining. He claimed that he made her a star by giving her a job as full-time investigative reporter.
Carolyn was a star at the Belleville News-Democrat long before she was hired by the P-D. And she earned national recognition at the P-D long before Campbell was hired. She was a full-time investigative reporter under Jan Paul when Foster Davis was managing editor.
Campbell may have restored her to her rightful spot after a brief detour, but Tuft would produce front-page stories even if she was buried under a rock.
A few years ago, when I first read that Terry Egger and, later, Cole Campbell were coming to the Post-Dispatch, I wrote both of them a "welcome to St. Louis letter" and briefly offered my 2 cents' worth of observations regarding the Post.
Terry Egger responded with a really neat letter and genuinely appreciated being welcomed by a stranger. On the other hand, Cole Campbell ignored my welcoming letter. Although my letters were not intended to be a litmus test, that's what they turned out to be. Neither gentleman adopted any of my suggestions, but that wasn't the point. It became obvious to me that Campbell's aloofness from his readership simply would not mesh with Egger's eagerness to listen to the public.
The real mystery to me has been why they kept Campbell for as long as they did.
Richard H. Gerding
Cole Campbell complemented Civic Progress' twin operating philosophies: control and closed-mindedness. The price? A severe fracturing of credibility: in the newspaper itself and in the studies, plans and projects rolled out by the leaders, their representatives and spokespeople.
The next editor of the Post-Dispatch should go after Civic Progress and its subgroups with a bazooka, for what it has done and for what it has not done. Out of the chips that fall may grow credibility.
Spotted an error in the Post-Dispatch story. It says Bob Manor was one of those reporters going to the Chicago Tribune. He went to, and is still employed by, the Chicago Sun-Times. I know. I hired him before leaving the Sun-Times.
Editor's note: We regret the error.
OUT OF BREATH
My father was randomized to the medical group in the National Emphysema Treatment Trial ("Waiting to Exhale," RFT, May 31). He went to Los Angeles in the hopes of having the (lung-volume-reduction) surgery. He had to borrow money from friends and family to stay in LA for the rehab, staying in a low-budget motel, living on little or no money and then, nothing. It is sad that, like the article says, this (surgery) could help some patients and it is not offered. His doctor said he was an excellent candidate for the surgery, and he is only 56 years old and totally disabled.
My father won't live to see the end of the trial unless we find a way to have this surgery. Medicare needs to pay for this surgery for the ones that qualify and not pick and choose. There is a treatment out there that has provided hope and promise, and they have placed it just out of reach.
Gregory Allen's letter ("Lady Luck," RFT, June 7) hit the nail on the head.
Several years ago, a group of women appeared on the Sally Jesse Raphaëlshow on behalf of a small group of women who did not have custody of their children and were protesting the "raw treatment" they were receiving from the system. As an invited guest and panelist on the show, I simply pointed out that their sufferings were no different than millions of men across the country on a daily basis.
The power brokers have it for now, and the myriad machinations and Machiavellian ruses and string-pullings they manifest hold us at bay, but corporatism, the mainspring of such finagling, will become frayed enough to allow fairness and justice to shine through.
Steve Erdmann Sr.
Perhaps Jordan Oakes should spend a little more time researching his subject before putting his acid-soaked pen to paper ("Rotations," RFT, June 7). In his poor review of Wasp Star he says: "Perhaps an indication that XTC's quirk-cred has come full circle, Moulding's sounds-like-it-sounds 'Stupidly Happy' opens with a weirdly catchy riff that evokes, of all things, Game Theory. 'Boarded Up' is almost unrecognizable as Moulding."
I think Jordan Oakes has a predisposition to dislike XTC -- perhaps not the best person to review their CDs in the future. I also think this person just likes to hear himself speak. He concentrates more on the intricacies of his writing than on the subject of the review. As Wasp Star has received mostly excellent reviews over the past month, I will ignore this self-absorbed reviewer's comments. He has, however, done a disservice to XTC and anyone in St. Louis who will not buy the album because of this review. They are going to miss a real masterpiece.