Open Letter to Washington Post

Dear Washington Post and Mr. Wil Haygood,

I am a home delivery subscriber to the Post, and wanted to thank you for ruining my Friday morning.

You see, I consider my l-o-n-g trek to work as prime "me" time, a chance to do some reading and quietly prepare for the day to come. In the mornings, I read the Style, Metro and A Section of the Post (in that order). I confess I don't read the A Section as thoroughly as the others, but when I see an article that grabs me, I dive in.

This morning you published a story about a black man who served as butler in the White House, back when such a thing was new and scandalous (A Butler Well Served by This Election). I admit to flinching a bit (I'm a product of my youth/generation) when seeing the "N word" printed in the paper, but all in all I thought it was a very nice article about a man who has seen much, and is looking forward to seeing more.

Until... I got to the very last paragraph.

Bravo! for ruining a perfectly good Friday morning happy cloud. Geez, is it too much to ask to give a girl a warning label next time?! I barely survived "The Notebook"; I certainly can't take such plot twists in my daily exposure to knowledge! Thank goodness for the calming powers of caffeinated coffee... :o)

Very sincerely yours,
D