In response to last week’s featured story in Time Magazine, “Playing Favorites” by Jeffrey Kluger [October 3], husband Tom Hauck’s letter is published in this week’s issue:
I empathize with Kluger. But extrapolating his experience to all families is conjecture, not science. I am one of three siblings as well as a parent. I cannot remember one instance of favoritism shown by my parents to any of their children. Likewise, my wife and I love both of our children equally. Really, we do. For a black eagle, only one skill is necessary to survive–the ability to hunt and kill–so parents have every reason to favor their more robust offspring. But humans can survive and thrive using any number of skills, including reasoning, social skills and creativity, so your comparison is flawed. It’s entertaining to speculate about favoritism, but please do not call it science.
Another succinct letter from my husband Tom Hauck, published in this week’s Time magazine.
To the editor:
To feature Republican candidates Meg Whitman, Marco Rubio, Rand Paul, and Christine O’Donnell on your cover a few days before the critical midterm election is utterly reprehensible. Why not simply endorse them? Or better yet, why not sell TIME magazine to Rupert Murdoch? He would be thrilled to add you to his media empire.
My husband’s letter to the editor appears in this week’s issue of Time Magazine (June 21, 2010), in big bold type-face under Sound Off, page 12.
‘If I owned a restaurant, I would love it if Rand Paul came in so I could tell him, “I’m sorry, we don’t serve your kind here.” ‘ -Thomas Hauck, Gloucester, MA, on “Rand and Ron,” June 7.
Brilliant, and always succinct, I am proud of the fact that Tom’s letters to editors of various publications often elicit personal calls thanking him. Our current issue of Time arrived with the mail this afternoon, and not two hours later, he received a call from a 60 year-old African American gentleman in Colorado, thanking him for his letter. We need to hear more from brilliantly clear voices–like Toms–voices that can be heard above the din of the Coulters, Limbaughs, Pallins, and Pauls.