Joseph O Anderson and Sam Ledyard

Anyone ever wonder about this guy?

I sort of forgot about him until I went to follow John Smith on Twitter yesterday and saw a "Lady of the Dunes" person following Smith; so I, out of curiosity, followed LotD.

I'll come back to Sam/Joseph later, but for now... Agreeing to out yourself in Boston Magazine, circulation a half-million? Is that somehow good for your law practice? I wonder what his law partner at the time, Dena Rando, thought of that.

Was doxing yourself in a prominent Boston-area glossy an attempt to lure critics of Sam Ledyard into committing some sort of offense - such as stalking, threatening, or defamation - against a suddenly revealed real-life Joseph Anderson?

Consider this, sent to me via Topix a few years ago:

In case the text in the above JPEG image is unclear, the penultimate sentence reads, "There seems to be some suspicion around the [Maura Murray] community that you may have been the person who threatened Sam." Just for the record, no, I never threatened Sam. But one could easily infer an attempt by Vanderbilt to worry me.


Here's how Epter (acronym of Peter) commented almost immediately after Billy Jensen's article appeared in the online edition.

Below is a comment on an old blog of mine, from a Sam Ledyard.

Just for the record... In about 2000, on the way home one night, I helped a woman get away from a man who had beaten her.

And she, as "Sam" maintains, just totally out of the blue, a dozen years later, contacted, of all people, Sam Ledyard? Without the avid assistance of Greenfield police?

No, I did not forcibly restrain her. I was a bystander, and I intervened, an action now advocated by SJWs and fashionably called by them "bystander intervention." When I grew up, this action had no politically correct connotation; it was simply the right thing to do. Period.

I offered this woman a ride to a populated, well lighted area located about sixty seconds away (Greenfield Subway on Federal St.), next to a pay phone, and urged her to call either NELCWIT or the Greenfield police.

After she got out at Subway, she said, "You're going to call the cops, aren't you?" I told her yes, I have to. I drove up the street to the next pay phone, at Dairy Mart (now a car lot), and called the Greenfield police myself.

Why should I not have concerns about something like Sam's query? Why would Sam's email not discourage me from ever again helping anyone who is being beaten? Why should I not just turn my head and keep on going?

But just as (mostly far-right) cops drench themselves in self-victimization, so too do SJWs, who, as this case illustrates, are all too happy to ally themselves with their political enemies on the right when they are both conveniently attracted by the twin compulsions of victimhood and excessive authority. And don't forget about the great lubricant of strange bedfellows: grant money.

Why should I not suspect a twisted, corrupt, malicious, fascist kind of Social Justice Warmongering - a mirror image of what is frequently criticized by SJWs as the authoritarian impulses of only the far right - when the far left itself shares exactly these same impulses and hostile behavior?

Why should I think, as RC Stevens suggested to me about seven years ago, that all these people online are only a bunch of half-wits on disability? I doubt Ledyard/Anderson is a half-wit on disability. He's an attorney who practiced in Quincy MA - coincidentally the same town in which Helena Murray worked as a legal assistant. 

And another little something, also from a Sam Ledyard, wondering whether I might be connected to the 1974 unsolved Provincetown homicide known as the Lady in the Dunes case. 

What is the purpose of this? Seriously?