TV’s Blood Money?

For a long time I viewed murder on film as a morbid oddity at which you might sneak a look under a sideshow tent. That was until it took someone close to me.

Let me assure anyone who’s slightly curious that there’s nothing remotely glamorous or fascinating about an experience that’s so completely cold and devastating as homicide.

It bothers me that the American public is so preoccupied with murder. But what’s more unsettling are the producers who feign sympathy about “those dreadful days we all shared” as they take their blood money to the bank (“Murder Most Glamorized,” by Peter H. Brown, April 2). Thanks to Peter Brown for exposing this network of exploitative sensationalism.

GREGORY BURNS

Glendale