In September of 1977, Richard Pryor outraged me beyond belief at "A Star-Spangled Night for Rights," a Hollywood Bowl benefit for gay and lesbian groups ("Still Livin' Large," by Lynell George, July 2).
Pryor was mean-spirited, antagonistic, filthy, gross and downright insulting to the audience members, putting down the attendees who happened to be gay.
I wonder if the word karma or the phrase "What goes around comes around" mean anything to Pryor? I am not one to wish ill will toward anyone, but leaving the concert that night I thought to myself that no one deserved the treatment Pryor had inflicted on hundreds of people and that one day he would be punished for his hostility toward innocent people.
I am a huge Richard Pryor fan. I've appreciated his work for years, as a fantastic talent. But what is unbelievable to me is that when fate has given him a chance to survive, and still contribute, the man chain smokes .