Bill Schmalfeldt sent me an email yesterday asking to confirm my home address. After a brief exchange of messages, I think that I will not be sued. It is entirely possible that I’m being dragged into a bigger mess, however. Be assured, I won’t give up the identities of writers here, and neither would I ever help Team Kimberlin in any way to find any of the people who state their opinions here.
And if the note was just some way to get under my skin? My skin’s tougher than that.
I’m not publishing the email exchange, but it brings up an interesting issue.
If you send an email here and say something like “radio silence please” or “please don’t publish this,” I’ll honor your request withing obvious parameters.
If you send me an email accusing me of a crime, threatening me with some negative action if I don’t do something… Yeah. I’m going to publish.
I also publish similar letters sent to others who I trust. For example, George Howell offered to comment on an email sent to him by Bill. In the comments, librarygryffon shared a letter from Bill over the Slovakian horse episode.
Bill Schmalfeldt stated to me that he wants to be left alone. On some level, I think that is true. He also wants the identity of the mysterious Paul Krendler. When I want something, I usually take steps to make it happen. Bill’s methods seem counter productive, even self-injurious.
And did I confirm my address? Of course. The reason I choose my words carefully is that I know I might have to answer for them one day. That really would have been excellent advice for Bill Schmalfeldt, a few years ago.