From the Novidessa Prensa-Gazeta
December 26th, 1975
Son Still Haunted by Sins of Father
by Guillermo Zielinski
Vicente Mercator, Junior, is not a happy man.
"I get these calls in the middle of the night
from people I don't know, Anglo, Hispano, even
Negro. Sometimes it's just to cuss me out.
Sometimes they want to talk. Sometimes they
want to congratulate me. Those are the scary
ones," Mercator adds, a wry smile on his lips.
It's a familiar smile as well. Mercator Junior
has clearly inherited Mercator Senior's vita-
vision good looks.
"Sometimes I get stopped on the street and asked
if I'm one of Pop's doubles," Mercator recounts.
"I tell them, if I were, wouldn't I be in
Acapulco making movies?"
It has not been an easy year for the 47-year-old
executive. A Novidessa resident for over two
decades, Vicente Mercator, Junior -- "Call me
Vince, everyone else does" -- began receiving
death threats "almost immediately" after the Bali
"They've vandalized my loke, they've thrown trash
on my lawn, they've harassed my kids. Once there
was poison left out for the dog. What sort of
person would do that?" he asks wonderingly.
Vince Mercator came to Alaska nearly thirty years
ago, as a young airman for the home defense.
"I got off the airmobile onto the landing strip
and saw Mount Rainier in the distance, and said
to myself, 'This is where I want to live for the
rest of my life.' Then I didn't see Mount Rainier
again for the next six months," Mercator jokes.
After the war, Mercator entered the University
of Alaska, where he played on the college tlachti
team -- "mainly on the bench," comments Mercator
-- and received his degree in business admin-
istration. After graduation, he quickly landed a
job with the Fort Suvorov Paper Company, where he
became a rising star in its postwar management.
"I'm not saying that I wasn't hired because of
my name. But you don't move up in the world of
business just because your name looks good on a
plaque," Mercator states bluntly. "Paper, and the
whole forest products industry, was in a bad way
after the war, no lo sabes. Fort Suvorov helped
turn it around."
While on his way up the corporate ladder,
Mercator met Liudmila Sorenson, a Novidessa
native. "It's a very Alaskan story. We met on a
ski retreat, and then kept on running into each
other at Macy's for coffee. Six months later, we
were married." They have two children, Catherine
and Vicente III.
"Hey, the name worked for me," Mercator deadpans.
Family is very important to Vince Mercator. He is
still angry about the vitavision coverage of his
parents' estrangement. "After a while it was just
too much. Even public figures are entitled to
their private lives."
And his father?
"What he did was terrible, seguro. But I'm not
going to denounce him. After all, he's still my
As for the late night phone calls, one mystery
remains for Vince Mercator.
"I don't know how they get my number. Obviously,
I'm unlisted." A little uneasily, Mercator