Neal Grover, through the publication of his op-ed piece, may, as a citizen, escape being crucified. He may, as a “free-lance writer,” escape oblivion. He may even, as a former “voter registration organizer and anti-war activist and labor organizer,” purge himself of his liberal youth.

He may even, as a “poet,” get an invitation to the White House. But as a poet, employing language in the service of actual, as opposed to mythologized, state power, how does he ever hope to redeem his name?

Finvola Drury

Brooksville