Letters

He Gets It

To the Editor:

I’m sure you’ve received an onslaught of e-mails regarding Ron Rosenbaum’s article [“Uses of Disenchantment: TV Anchor-Mom Fights Autism and Films It,” Edgy Enthusiast, June 5], but I felt the need to commend Mr. Rosenbaum on his piece, which exposes the real-life issues of the families of children with autism.

Not many people really get it, but he did. He expressed the importance of understanding the real truth of this disorder and the profound effect it has on the families afflicted with it.

I have a son with autism and a daughter, who is his twin sister. My wife and I both fully understand the burden his friend Lauren has and the stress she goes through on a day-to-day basis.

Please give Lauren my praises for her short film and let her know that she is not alone in this fight. If she or her husband has any desire to reach out, I would be happy to listen and offer our experience in hopes that it might help. I know how isolating it can be to have a child with autism and wanted to offer my support.

I hope Mr. Rosenbaum continues to enlighten your readers about autism and bring attention to this awful developmental disorder that will someday be “kicked to the curb.”

Harris Greenberger

Weston, Conn.

You Gotta Be Livid

To the Editor:

John Koblin’s sour piece on the Mets was fraught with the kind of defensiveness that Yankees fans have felt toward the Mets and their fans since the 60’s [“Heady Mets Fans Swarm City, Mike Wallace Is a Convert,” June 5]. First of all, Mets fans come from everywhere—even Manhattan. The Mets are the progeny of two teams: the Brooklyn Dodgers and the New York Giants—the former played in the fourth-largest city in America (not to be easily dismissed as “the outer boroughs”) and the latter played at the Polo Grounds in upper Manhattan. What seems to have always raised the ire of Yankees fans, though, is the blow to their sense of entitlement: After New York lost its two National League teams in the late 50’s, there was the mistaken assumption that all of New York would rush to the Bronx. But they didn’t. National League fans mourned their losses and waited it out until they again had a team of their own. For fans of the Yankees—who have an admittedly larger fan base than the Mets (that’s what 100 years and a lot of success in the business will get you)—to gripe about the Mets is as undignified as Republicans who rant against liberals even as they themselves control the executive, legislative and judicial branches of government. What the hell’s Mr. Koblin’s problem? Twenty-six World Series rings. Babe freakin’ Ruth. We get it.

I (a Manhattanite) have been a Mets season-ticket holder since the early 90’s—that’s nearly 20 years of really bad baseball. But the Mets are my team, and I’ve stuck with them. If you really want to reflect the measure of loyalty in this city, notice—as Mr. Koblin’s article does—how many fewer Yankees caps are seen around town these days. And if, by playing well, our team wins some converts, what’s wrong with that? What the hell do you think has attracted Yankees fans all these years? Losing? As far as “that garish color scheme” is concerned, I find going to Shea a fun, lively place; going to somnolent Yankee Stadium feels like a visit to my accountant’s office. And to Leon Cataderas, who advises Mets fans to “Relax, man, relax, just wait till the end of the season,” I say: That’s exactly the kind of smug condescension that so many people, Mets fans and others, find so repellent about Yankees fans. And that’s why, for the most part, while Yankees fans loathe the Mets, Mets fans are relatively indifferent to the Yankees. After all, they’ve won before and they’ll win again. But for a few weeks in April and May, Mets fans get to turn their faces to the sun and bask.

Bennett Windheim

Manhattan