To the Editor.—
I dreamed about my son Richard Mull last night and woke up crying. It has been seven years since he entered a boxing ring at West Point for his first graded bout, came out apparently uninjured to learn he had flunked the bout, and was left alone apparently because he did not feel well enough to return to the locker room. Someone found him a short time later. He was quickly slipping into the coma from which he never returned. It was his 19th birthday.
Today, I read a newspaper article summarizing your editorial. A few moments later the publication itself appeared in my employer's in-box.
If there is any way I can add my voice to that of yours and others who wish to end the brutal "sport" of boxing in this country, please feel free to call on me. A few years ago I put
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