Completely neglecting the fundamental journalistic principal of objectivity in reporting, Glasgow instead sought out any and all sources ready and eager to trash HCN's reputation. She dealt in shadows, often quoting unattributed sources to reach her desired level of sensationalism. The technique makes for an interesting story but leaves behind both accuracy and fairness as casualties.

Glasgow's story will run only once, yet I fear that damage as yet measured has been done to the entire arena of AIDS work. The true issue confronting our community, after all, is much bigger that the name or pride of any one agency. Even as people continue to suffer and die, private donations are down, governmental funding is not picking up the slack, and public attention has largely moved on. How can the sloppy journalism in question serve any purpose other than to make a problematic situation worse? And who will ultimately pay the cost?

Your readership deserved better.
Paul Hampton Crockett

Kathy Glasgow replies: Mr. Crockett has mischaracterized the context of the allegation about HCN's "continued disregard for minorities." I did not make the allegation. That sentiment was expressed by knowledgeable critics of the organization.

For a Jerk, Robin Isn't So Bad After All
I have to say, I rather liked Robin Dougherty's review of my play Antisemitropolis, and I usually think critics are jerks ("Rocky Road," April 30). Thanks, Robin.

Some mistakes: The name of the character is Rose Landsburg, not Rose Lansbury. Rose is not a sixtysomething widow, she is in her eighties.

Okay, Miami, go down to Area Stage and check out the play. Fun for all ages!
Dan Kagan
Los Angeles

Oh How We Love Our Scoundrels
Regarding Tristram Korten's story about Rickey Brownlee ("Our Hero the Drug Dealer," April 23), the understanding, affection, and gratitude the residents of Opa-locka's "Triangle" have for Brownlee is not morally different from the understanding, affection, and gratitude the Cubans of Miami's District 3 have for political corruption and Humberto Hernandez, which was normal in Cuba before 1959.

Antonio M. Camilo

Mel Gets Bopped on the Noggin
I really enjoyed Arthur Jay Harris's article about sanctimonious Mel Richard ("He Did a Job on the Mob," April 23). He ran against me for a seat on the county commission in 1958. I guess he chose not to remember that particular election. He lost and so did I.

He also has a bit of a hazy memory about the incident at the Shelborne Hotel with Reubin Clein. I was there as a candidate and so was Mel. Reubin, after being castigated and excoriated by Mel, did not wait to go to the basement to confront Mel -- he went up on the stage and hit Mel over the head with the microphone. I was there. I guess he may have hit Mel a bit too hard and that was what clouded Mel's memory.

I well remember all the bookie boards set up in the hotels, in particular at the Seagull Hotel down the street from Wolfie's restaurant. Lest we forget, back in the old days, with all the so-called mob people being here, we never heard of a murder being committed in Miami Beach. It was unheard of. Having lived here for 53 years, I remember all of it.

Mel also had some tough times with the Bass family as their lawyer for the museum in Miami Beach. As was later learned, some of the art there was not what it was represented to be. I remember one particular painting titled Lot and His Family as They Leave Sodom. I wrote a feature story about it for the Miami Beach Reporter (now the SunPost) in which I pointed out that this painting by Peter Paul Rubens could also be found in Sarasota's Ringling Museum of Art; another one was in a museum in London and another was floating around in the United States. Seems that no one ever said the one at the Bass Museum was the original.

Yes, the good old days of Miami Beach were far more interesting and safer that the pretentious days of today's crowd on Ocean Drive.

Ronald C. Rickey
Miami Beach

Flood Us and the Little Birdie Buys It
This letter is in response to Jacob Bernstein's article "Really for the Birds" (April 23). The article stated that the Army Corps of Engineers and the South Florida Water Management District (SFWMD) are unable to keep dry the area in which the Cape Sable seaside sparrow nests (from March through June) because there are people living illegally in a region known as the 81/2 Square Mile Area west of Krome Avenue. The article makes it seem that if only those people weren't there, the poor little bird would have a chance.

In 1989 Congress passed the Everglades National Park Expansion and Protection Act (Public Law 101-229). In section 104, paragraph 2(c), it states that Congress "authorized and directed" the Army Corps of Engineers "to construct a flood protection system" for our area. It mentions us by name, "the eight and one-half square mile residential area." There is nothing ambiguous about this. It does not say flood mitigation, nor does it mention acquisition of the area.

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