Regarding the book review "Stuff White People Like to Write About" (Books, Aug. 18), the opening line espouses the notion that white people cannot write about race. Not only is that a presumptively "racist" remark in itself, but it ignores the obvious—white people could—and should—easily write about race and about how they are entirely sick of the whole excuse for failure. Many, many people believe that after decades of social entitlements since the 1930s that the debt is settled, if it existed, and now performance is expected. Certainly, lawlessness should be judged on its own merits. But, Mr. Soderberg is going further with his arguments than that, that somehow there is this special class of person, so fragile, and so wronged, that no one can mention the name or condition—except for gangsta wannabes in rap songs about misogyny, the glorification of obscene materialism with the intent to make the impotent feel more so, and the endless use of the "n-word." What Mr. Soderberg's arguments wish us to believe is that Stephen King must be an insane maniac to write the gross style of horror that he does with so much authenticity and that "Flowers for Algernon" should have been written by a formerly retarded writer. Certainly, one could easily say that premise is oxymoronic.