The audiences paying to laugh at Jackie Mason's fag and shvartzer jokes can't even see their own feet, let alone the forest for the trees [Performance, December 15]. I've been blindly knocked into many times by these lily-white suburban "theater" goers dumping onto Halsted after shows, glazed-eyed and oblivious to scumbag neighborhood pedestrians on the sidewalk. In their Plaza-del-Lago heels, Adriana furs, and/or Sears casual wear, they can barely teeter the 20-foot walk to the parking lot next door.
Crowds roared with laughter at Jewish jokes during the Third Reich, too. What's that phrase? "Never forget"?
(By the way, which gender is Mason supposed to be? Looks like an old lesbian schoolmarm in the ads.)