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Grave marker for Fayette O. Richardson in Strykersville Cemetery, Strykersville (Wyoming County), New York.

The Pathfinder emblem is inscribed on the reverse side of the stone.
(Photos courtesy of Jon Richardson)
March 30, 2010 / News / Park Slope
Rich Richardson, 86, beloved columnist is dead

By Claire Glass
for The Brooklyn Paper

Beloved former Brooklyn Paper columnist Fayette Richardson, a passionate liberal and World War II veteran, died on Friday morning in his Park Slope home. He was 86.

Richardson had been suffering from kidney disease for several years, and had been debilitated since a 1992 stroke. But before that, he wrote passionate columns from the progressive point of view in his column Straight Talk.

Richardson’s political opinion pieces appeared in the paper from 1987 to 1988, using the byline that reflected the name everyone used for him: Rich Richardson.

“Rich elicited strong feedback from our readers because he spoke articulately from a left leaning point of view,” said Ed Weintrob, founder of The Brooklyn Paper, who sold the publication to News Corporation last year. “Rich was very provocative.”

Richardson moved to Brooklyn more than 40 years ago and lived here for the rest of his life. Before working for The Brooklyn Paper, he published a regular newsletter called The Brooklyn Voice, and published the children’s book, “Sam Adams: The Boy Who Became Father of the American Revolution.”

He is survived by his wife Nancy, and three children.

Our former columnist, Rich Richardson, has died. He was a champion of liberal causes during his two years at The Brooklyn Paper in the 1980s.
Memorial Service Handout
distributed at a gathering honoring "Rich" on April 17, 2010 at the Brooklyn Center for Ethical Culture

(courtesy John Downes)

From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
- From The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne