My face. I was born with it, people. I look in the mirror and I see some beautiful woman looking back at me; my worst day, a line or two, a little pale or whatnot, but a really good face in there. Some sort of oblivion that gets pasted over her eyes so she can go about life and not be aware that people are cruel in many ways. It is. Think, I guess. President, I know you will never read this letter. Crazy, hostile letters — like mine — the ones written in crayon on butcher paper, the ones made of letters cut out of magazines — these get sent to the FBI, analyzed, Xeroxed and burned.
But I send them anyway, once a day, and do you know why? Because the loathing I pour into these pages is so ripe, so full-to-bursting, that it is my firm belief that anyone touching them will absorb into their hands some of the toxic energy contained therein.
This toxin will be passed upwards — it is the nature of bureaucracies to pass things vertically — till eventually, through a network of handshakes, the Under-Secretary of Outrageous Falsehoods will shake hands with the Secretary for Pernicious Behavior under the Cloak of Night, who will, on a weekly basis in Cabinet meetings, shake hands with you before you nod off to sleep. In this way, through osmosis, little droplets of contagion are being rubbed into your leathery flesh every day — in this great country of ours there must be thousands of people who are sending you poisoned post.
We wait for the day when all the grams and drams and dollops of detestation will destroy you. We attack from below. Our day will come. You can try to stop me. You can raise the price of stamps again. For me and my cause, money is no object. And men. To whom evidence has been presented, and who have ruled, do you see?
Who have weighed the testimony and the evidence, and have ruled, do you see? That you are negligent. That you are guilty, that you are found wanting, and in error; and are not, for the reasons so-told, to be given tenure. That you are to be disciplined. For facts. But proved. Do you see? By your own actions. That is what the tenure committee has said. That is what my lawyer said. For what you did in class. For what you did in this office.
