only bright, but creative. In prison, shernhas joined a “women’s spirituahtyrngroup” and writes poems. “A long onerndescribes her as a warrior,” gushed an interviewer.rnAnd now she pens op-edrncolumns in which she dwells on sorrowsrnlike the fact that she gets only 20 minutesrnto shave her legs, and sometimes,rnthe water is even tepid! A lengthy puffrnpiece in the New Yorker magazine recountedrnPower’s nightmares and dreamsrnof persecution. The reporter focusedrnon how traumatic the aftermath ofrnher crime and surrender have been forrnPower, lamenting that “Boston newspapersrnhave published negative storiesrnabout her.”rnNegative coverage? When the Globernbelatedly printed comments by a few ofrnOfhcer Schroeder’s children, the articlernwas surrounded by a sea of copy describingrnPower’s “endogenous clinical depression”rnand how much she had sufferedrnfrom living under an assumed name.rnReaders learned in detail about her regimenrnof Prozac and Trazodone, and thatrnshe has “intensive psychotherapy twice arnweek.” Power now takes courses in writing,rnjournalism, and computers, earningrntime off her sentence for each state-subsidizedrnventure.rnAs one might expect with a classy radicalrnvictim, Hollywood came calling.rnThe same folks who love Bill Clinton tornthe tune of $12,500-a-plate fundraisersrnwere hot for Power. Ellen Endo-Dizon,rnwhose company produced a televisionrnmovie about serial killer and prostituternAileen Wuornos, said Power’s storyrnintrigued her. The only difficulty wasrntechnical. “Where do you find an actressrnwho can play someone for over tworndecades,” she mused. But Laura Schiff,rnmanager of Longbow Productions inrnStudio City, was ecstatic. “It’s a journey,rna double life, a leaving everything behind,”rnshe enthused. “It’s hard for anyonernto imagine doing that, and that’srnwhat’s so fascinating.”rnJudge Robert Banks has forbiddenrnPower to profit from sale of her story,rna stricture that must be particularlyrngalling in light of her journalistic success.rnGalling, indeed, for her essays haverna quality suitable for serialization inrnthose glossy magazines at the checkoutrncounter. Power’s first column in ThernMiddlesex News noted indignantly thatrnshe had been handcuffed on her way tornprison. “My warrant described me as anrnescape risk,” she wrote, putting “escapernrisk” in quotation marks, as if that werernan unreasonable characterization ofrnsomeone who evaded capture for 23rnyears. And she felt it important to recordrnthat upon entering MCI, she “was barelegged,rnbecause [her] nylons had failedrnto make it through the prison’s cumbersomernproperty procedures.” In her secondrnepistle she whimpered, “somehowrnwe manage . . . with instant coffee,” andrn”sharing three 18″x 24″ mirrors.” Shernmust make do with “a wash and gornhairstyle and no makeup,” and showeringrn”at odd hours of the day.”rnBut lest she be thought petty, her firstrncolumn turned from thoughts of her lostrnnylons to the geese that stop by thernprison grounds in fall. She lamentedrnthat their wetlands are filled andrndrained, and sought to enter into theirrnthoughts. “Have there been divorcesrnamong the flock?” she wondered. “Is itrnled by young and confident upstartsrnwho dared defy their elders?” Young,rnconfident upstarts like her, perhaps? Inrnthe sensitive circles among which Powerrnhas moved, animals and people arernmuch alike.rnBut it wasn’t long before Power’s essayrn(“lyrical, but not flowery”) turned fromrnpersonifying animals back to her ownrnsuffering. “The geese know a lot morernabout where they are than I do,” she sniffled.rn”I haven’t traveled the roads pastrnlocal stores and factories where myrnneighbors work, or the surroundingrntowns where they live. I don’t know thernswimming holes, or the best riffles in thernrivers. I don’t know Ihe shapes and storiesrnof the valleys.”rnThere is an awful lot Katherine AnnrnPower doesn’t know and probably neverrnwill. A National Merit Scholar she mayrnhave been, but her moral vacuity makesrnher a virtual black hole of self-absorption.rnIt was left to Erin Schroeder, 11rnmonths old when her father was killed,rnand now a Boston police officer, to clarifyrnthe issue at hand. “I think that shern[Power] is delusional,” she said. “Doesrnshe realize why she’s in jail? She’s notrnthere on a retreat.”rnOnce upon a time, ethics meant takingrnresponsibility for your acts, especiallyrnfor their effect on other people, in thisrncase, the Schroeders. Power’s attorney,rnRikki Kleiman, said that her efforts “torngive Katherine a nev,’ life” would “closernthe book” on the Schroeders’ suffering.rnClose the book? So much for “charity.”rnEugene Narrett is a professor of Englishrnat Framingham State College.rnLetter From Dublinrnby Derek TurnerrnSaving the Irish FromrnCivilizationrnDespite Dublin’s busy streets, Dublinrnstill has a country-town atmosphere, andrnthe visitor has a definite sense of beingrnjust a little behind the times. Part of thernreason for this ambiance is that Dublinrnis a very small capital city. There are onlyrna million or so people living in thernwhole Greater Dublin region. One is alwaysrnclose to open countryside. Indeed,rnfrom any part of Dublin, one can see thernmountains that bound the city to thernsouth. But there are plenty of other dayto-rnday reminders of the bucolic hinterland.rnChildren from blighted inner-cityrnestates keep horses as pets and grazernthem beneath the tower blocks. In thernvast Phoenix Park, right in the center ofrntown, elegant fallow deer graze, obliviousrnto commuters’ cars and the official motorcadesrnto and from the President’s residence,rnthe American ambassador’srnresidence, and the Papal Nunciature.rnGrubby caravans inhabited by feckless,rncoarse-looking tinkers, who claim to berndescended from the Irishmen expelledrnfrom Drogheda by Cromwell, crop up inrneven the most genteel suburbs. In thesernsame suburbs, there are strange isolatedrnfields where there should be houses, andrndolmens in otherwise well-ordered backrngardens. Haggard women sell sprays ofrnheather in the streets. People still speakrnin local accents. The street names arernwritten in Irish as well as English. Therernare virtually no obvious immigrants (whornmay well be deterred by a vague idea thatrnIreland is in a state of constant civil war),rnand the Catholic churches can stillrnmuster up large congregations.rnIt is likewise impossible to escapernnoticing relics of Ireland’s painful, gloriousrnpast. Behind one of Dublin’s twornProtestant Cathedrals, artists havernlimned bronze outlines on the pavementrnof the Viking artifacts found on that spotrnand in that position, just as they wererndropped or lost by Dublin’s founders. InrnSt. Michan’s church, where EdmundrnBurke was baptized, one can even touchrn34/CHRONICLESrnrnrn