Why is the air not deafeningly saturated with the screaming, hair tearing, anguish of the proud, compassionate people of this revolutionary country? Why is it so hard for kindly, caring people to recognize the deliberate undermining of all we have fought so hard for, endured so much pain for, argued so vehemently and fervently to define and defend? Why are we so easily cowed into retreating to our isolated nest when we should be flying, screaming at the malevolent forces that are tearing us apart?

Children, regardless of where they come from, should never be abused to assuage our fears of “the other.”

The wealth of this nation must never be distributed to create haves and have-nots, nor to protect an economic system that is promoting greater privilege, not greater equality.

The potential of science should not be attacked to deny obvious climatic dangers for the world.

Dialogue should never be deliberately stifled to promote the domination of any ideology. Just ask the Germans, the Russians, and the North Koreans.

So open your eyes, your ears, your minds, and your hearts. Wake up and scream. It’s the only way you will be heard.

Richard E. Brown

Stockton Springs

Height of hipocrisy

It is the height of hypocrisy to fine asylum-seekers. Not one white person in this country can claim that his or her initial immigrant ancestors did NOT come seeking asylum — religious, economic, or both. Three-quarters of mine came between 1630 and 1730, as refugees from the English Civil War and the Inclosure Acts, lured by the promise of religious opportunity, available farmland and good fishing.

Trump's forecritters arrived in hopes of finding suckers to exploit, long after the heavy lifting was over. He cannot claim even one grandparent born on this side of the Atlantic. Were there a just God, Trump and his catamite McConnell would end their lives in cages suspended on the National Mall, where real Americans of every race and cultural origin could pelt them with rotten eggs and fruit.

Dr. William Burgess Leavenworth, Ph.D.

Retired environmental historian & mariner


Ghosts of waters past

Recently I became aware that there was a spirited discussion on social media between the opposing sides of the fish farm proposal concerning water usage. The controversy appeared to be about who would receive preference — the residential customer or business concerns. I can’t answer that question for the present situation, but I can speak from personal experience (about) what happened in the past.

As a young person growing up on Perkins Road, it was obvious that water delivered during the week was different than that of the weekend. It was often discolored and smelled strongly of chlorine. Water on the weekends was clear and of excellent quality. When presented with this information, some have suggested that it is a fabrication of those opposed to the project. I encourage those people to dig a little deeper.

To that end, I contacted Dr. Richard J. Staples, a childhood friend who also lived on Perkins Road. Dr. Staples was more descriptive in his characterization of the weekend versus the work week water, but he completely affirmed my recollection, and gave me permission to use his name.

Where this information fits in the current discussion is not the point of my letter. Different viewpoints should be appreciated and explored to guarantee that the best decisions are made. But most importantly, the truth must be recognized.

In closing I would like to share a piece published by The Republican Journal in 1976. It was written by my mother and speaks to the issue:

Poetic Postscript

To the Editor:

I read Jon Laitin and it moved me to verse. I hereby submit it for better or worse:

How I love to wake on a Sunday morn

And rush to turn my faucet on,

For all day long from the spigot will flow

Water as pure as the driven snow!

Get the family up — there's so much to do

We must wash all the white clothes, bathe, and shampoo,

Fill all the vessels — each jar, jug and pot,

Enough for a week — don't want to run short.

Today we must can all the beets and green beans,

Make that batch of root beer and freeze the greens;

All that takes pure water, today we must do,

For tomorrow's supply won't be fit for a zoo.

Those lucky people on the east side of town

Get clear sparkling water while ours is all brown!

It just isn't fair, and an answer I seek,

When can we have Sunday water all week?

With my apologies to good poets everywhere.

Yours truly,

Joyce M. Curtis


Randall W. Curtis



As I read Julian Cannell's letter nit-picking the sources cited in a recent "Another View" column, I was filled with a mix of sadness and frustration. I thought, at this point, most people understood that our great country is facing a very serious crisis along our southern border. While the art of argument involves attempting to impeach sources, not liking a cited source is a rather lame tact.

This stat is from the U.S. Border Patrol website: "In May, 132,887 people were apprehended between ports of entry on the Southwest Border." Keep in mind, this is the number of people ICE caught sneaking into our country illegally. No doubt many thousands more evaded apprehension. For context, on D-Day, 156,000 allied forces stormed the beaches in France! By that measure, what is occurring on our border today is certainly an invasion.

And what happens to those illegal immigrates ICE apprehends? They are processed and released on  personnel recognizance pending a court hearing! According to recent testimony of the Acting Secretary of Homeland Security Kevin Aleenan:  90 percent of these released asylum-seekers skipped the hearings in which their cases were to be adjudicated and thus received final orders of removal in absentia. Good luck finding these illegals (invaders) to enforce the order. As on D-Day, the Germans had one chance to stop the allied invasion. The German military knew, once the allied troops got off the beach and dispersed into the French countryside, the war was lost. And so it was and so it will be. Unless Congress does something, and soon!

Randall Poulton


Stronger together

On civil discourse. I had visitors from Manchester, England, a few days ago and they gave me a hat with a cool logo on it. A beautiful worker bee. Manchester, England, endured a terrorist bombing at an Ariana Grande concert that killed 22 and injured over 800 people. One of the responses in the aftermath was to stand together much like Boston did after the marathon bombing "Boston Strong." Manchester had long had the worker bee symbol for their hard working city but they came together after the bombing under "Stronger Together." It made me think about my home and how these days we are weaker and not together.

Lately I have heard people who are opposed to the fish farm decry the "lack of civility" and the lack of "civil discourse." I agree with them. As a Belfast city councilor who has made it clear I support the fish farm proposal because I do not believe it will harm the bay and that we have more than enough water, it has meant I've been witness to a lot of incivility.

I've had my head pasted onto a dog meme to indicate I am Nordic's poodle. I've had longtime acquaintances turn their back and never speak to me again. I've had my chest pounded on. I've been called out in public, in letters, on Facebook: everything from lying, stupid to corrupt to criminal to on the take. I've been told I want to make Belfast into a hell hole, to kill the bay, into New Jersey, to make people leave Belfast.

Really it's been hard to keep track of all the accusations and incivility thrown at Nordic Aquaculture, the city of Belfast staff and elected officials, and supporters. Being asked "What is the price of one dead child? What is the child's name?" was a high point.

Seeing a good Belfast citizen have his parked tractor vandalized was terrible. Having Nordic reps attacked by a xenophobe was disgraceful. And then one opposition leader characterized this stuff to her fellow opponents, "You're not being helpful." I guess that's one way of saying it.

I don't know how to make passionate people more civil — or if they're even interested in being civil — as I've been told by numerous people, "We will do whatever it takes to stop this project." Whatever covers a lot of ground.

As far as I can tell, nearly all of the incivility has been coming from the opponents. And if anyone defends themselves in any way when attacked, they are then being "uncivil."

I know we are theoretically "stronger together" but what I feel is that the deeply passionate uncivil opposition has poisoned our town. Now, they'll say: "The fish farm being welcomed has poisoned Belfast." I don't agree. We can always disagree in Belfast. I've been in four decades of pitched political battles and I've never seen the kind of incivility that the opposition has mounted. Why is that? I don't know. Maybe it was eight years of LePage and now Trump, but there's an irrational anger in play.

Anyone who wants to speak with me, I am always available. I believe we are stronger together. I'd like to give it a try. Call me any time, 338-1975 or 323-0881

Michael D. Hurley



It just keeps getting stupider and stupider. Thousands of migrants from all over the world have been massing at our southern borders for months now. Many have attempted to cross illegally. Many have lost their life trying (their fault). Many have dropped their children off unattended with the hope of using them to gain entrance into this country in the future.

Remember, if you will, when an American family was chastised for allowing their young children to walk to school unattended. But the bleeding hearts on the left say it’s OK for migrants to drop their kids off in another country. Now they are referring to the law enforcement people who have had this problem forced upon them as abusers.

The border patrol is not equipped to handle the housing and feeding of all these migrants. That is not their job. It seems to me at least that when a person enters Mexico coming from Africa or Central America, they have solved their asylum problem and should be turned around at our border. Their claims of mistreatment and search for asylum from their home countries have been solved. They belong to Mexico.

I believe that the accusations made against our law enforcement people on the border are at best exaggerated and at worse outright lies perpetrated by the left in their years-long attacks against President Trump.

Leo Mazerall

Stockton Springs

Grateful for community support

During the winter and spring of 2019, the senior class of Searsport District High School (SDHS) began fundraising for their final class trip together. As the school year drew to an end, the class realized that they had fallen short of their fundraising goal. So they reached out to the businesses in the RSU 20 community and beyond and asked for a helping hand so that they could realize their goal of one final class trip together.

The Vikings (as the students are called) "invaded" local businesses asking them to voluntarily surrender their "riches" or face the wrath of the mighty Vikings (all in good fun!). Pledge forms were circulated and follow-up phone calls took place. In exchange for a peaceful donation, a group of mighty Vikings would land at donors’ establishments and give them a hearty ‘thank you" from all the members of the senior class.

The response was overwhelming. In a matter of a few days, heartfelt donations from businesses met and even exceeded the needed amount for a class trip. Buoyed by the support from their community, the SDHS class of 2019 embarked upon their final voyage together full of excitement and anticipation. They traveled by Cyr’s Transportation Line to Six Flags of New England in Agawam, Massachusetts, where they spent the day enjoying all the sights and sounds of this amazing theme park.

From there, they traveled to the Hilton Inn in Chicopee, Massachusetts, where they stayed overnight. That evening, they were entertained by Jonas Cain, a comedian and magician. The following day they proceeded to historic Boston, where they rode the famous Duck Boats, toured Boston and ended with a visit to Quincy Market. That night their trip culminated at Xtreme Craze in Woburn, Massachusetts, where they played laser tag and had an all-you-can-eat pizza party before heading home.

The trip was a resounding success with some seniors saying that it was the first time they had ever left the state of Maine and it was well worth the wait. The entire SDHS senior class recognizes that it would not have been possible had the business community not stepped in to lend a helping hand.

To that end, the SDHS class of 2019 would like to take this opportunity to say thank you to the following businesses and to express their gratitude for their help in fulfilling the dream of making their final voyage together: Bangor Savings Bank, Parenteau’s, Viking Lumber, Searsport Auto, Maine Fuels, WC Tripp Forest Products, Greg’s Auto, GAC, Searsport Plumbing, Coastal Steel, M&R Builders, Patterson Trucking, Hamilton Marine, Just Barb’s, Stockton Springs Marina, town of Searsport, Angler’s, Renys, Colonial Theatre, Alexia’s, All Play, Delvino’s, Coastal Café, Dollar Store, Darby’s, Grasshopper, Searsport Fire Department, Steamboat Dunkin' Donuts, Rollie’s, Searsport Pines, Sweet Frog, Dairy Queen, Hannaford and Tozier’s.

SDHS Class of 2019