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bereft at his loss, you have enlarged our
comprehension of what is happening
behind the numbers. Truly, the only
thing spreading more rapidly than the
virus is grief.
Elizabeth M. Swift
Sylva, N.C.
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MISSION IN UGANDA
We, as the No White Saviors team, are
writing in response to Ariel Levy’s arti
cle about Renée Bach, whose organiza
tion operated a dangerous, unregistered
medical clinic in Jinja, Uganda (“The
Mission,” April 13th). A core tenet of
our work is holding missionary and de
velopment organizations, such as the
one run by Bach, accountable for their
unethical actions in local communities.
It is unfortunate that The New Yorker
seems to feel that Bach, who is cur
rently under investigation for her role
in the deaths of multiple children, is
more worthy of a sympathetic profile
than those Ugandans whose lives were
irreversibly affected by her choices. The
article represents a missed opportunity
for the magazine to show how the hor
rific actions of Bach, like those of oth
ers who abuse their power and privi
lege, harmed the very people she was
claiming to help.
We hope to make it clear that this
case should never be boiled down to a
personal issue between N.W.S. and
Bach. Our organization was formed out
of a collective desire to put justice first
and to insure that human rights are up
held. Levy’s piece seems to privilege
Bach’s feelings over the lives of Ugan
dans. This is a disservice not only to
your readers but to those whose voices
are so often ignored.
Alaso Olivia Patience, Kelsey Nielsen,
and Lubega Wendy
Kampala, Uganda
A HIGHER LOVE
Casey Cep’s sophisticated analysis of
that quintessential New Yorker Dorothy
Day made me forget the virus, at least
for a few minutes, and look forward to
reading John Loughery and Blythe Ran
dolph’s biography of the wouldbe saint
(Books, April 13th). But it also made me
want to put in a good word for Forster
Batterham, who is sometimes miscon
strued as the villain of Day’s story. The
usual understanding is that Batterham
was an atheist cad who “did not believe
in marriage,” as Cep notes. But Robert
Ellsberg, in his collection of Day’s let
ters, reveals that the emotional relation
ship between the two persisted for years.
Why didn’t Batterham marry Day, de
spite her entreaties? Surely their uncon
ventionality as a couple was a signifi
cant roadblock, as were their religious
disagreements. (Batterham’s relatives,
whom I know through my academic
endeavors, have told me that he lamented,
wryly, that Day “left me for another
man—God.”) Perhaps a third factor
was that Day had already been married
once, to Berkeley Tobey, whom she wed
shortly after her abortion, and whom
she abandoned a year later, in Europe.
Nevertheless, the letters between Day
and Batterham show that they remained
connected, if at a distance, for the rest
of their lives.
Jack Selzer
State College, Penn.
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THE DIMENSIONS OF GRIEF
Thank you for publishing Jonathan
Blitzer’s beautiful eulogy for Juan Sana
bria, a New York City doorman who
passed away from COVID19 (Postscript,
April 20th). During this time of con
stant statistical updates about numbers
of cases, I.C.U. admissions, available
ventilators, and deaths owing to the
pandemic, it is easy to lose sight of the
magnitude of the human tragedy. By
telling the story of one man who be
came ill, and of the people—his family,
his colleagues, and the residents of the
building where he worked—who are
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