Apparently most of the leaders of this gang knew McIntire. One was a learned professor, another an ex-president of our favorite Darwinian organization, the "Mensa Collection." This genius suggested the victim, McIntire's stepdaughter, might have been angry playing second fiddle to McIntire. (Is a penis-envy charge also possible?)
To say that McIntire must be a "public" person to be newsworthy is to say that 99 percent of the human population is of no importance to journalism. To say that his story must be something never covered as far back as Sophocles is to reduce this pool to almost nothing. Every story involves the same things: greed, love, hate, courage, betrayal, and so on. To say that "Admired in Life, Reviled in Death" had no human-interest value is astonishing in itself.
To those who complained that no mystery was solved, I suggest Agatha Christie. To the rest of us with memory of this event, a lot of vital information was provided. The police hinted at something terrible, but left everyone hanging. Sounds like human interest with news value to me.What could explain this bizarre event?
Well, now we have a hint. When McIntire was seeking out ever more selective cliques within cliques within Mensa, he should have focused more on Joe McCarthy, who was a lying, drunken hypocrite condemning "un-American" values. McIntire, in a more private way, was showing off his knowledge of civilization while doing something that violates the very idea.
As to New Times being the Star, no less than Ted Koppel complimented the tabloids on some of their reporting during the O.J. trial. But that assumes New Times is now into celebrity worship and fashion coverage. Charging New Times with yellow journalism is as easy as McCarthy challenging patriotism.
Yes, it's unfortunate that the innocent family of Alex McIntire was subjected to this, but if that's the standard -- never hurt innocent friends and family under any circumstances -- almost all investigative reporting would be wiped out. Innocents are always involved.
The ruling-class Mensa clowns and the genteel professor types can be aghast at David Villano's article and at New Times for publishing it, but please answer this: Do you think McIntire, in all his intelligence, would feel so smart knowing he'd been exposed to the people he conned? And what about those defenders of his who were conned? This type of exposure threatens their image of themselves and their right to feel superior.
Let's not be faux Wilsonian by making the world safe for (intelligent?) child molesters.
A King on Earth and in Heaven Adolph was great down here, and he'll be great up there: We want to thank Tristram Korten for covering the untimely and tragic death of Adolph King ("One Less Good Man,"October 12). It is shameful that a prominent and important figure in the black community can pass on virtually unnoticed by the mainstream media. Many loyal customers and friends agree that such a death in the white or Hispanic community would have received the attention it deserved.
Adolph was a successful businessman, family man, and friend who not only meant a great deal to those who patronized the King's Stable, he meant the world to his family, friends, and even his employees. He provided us with jobs and genuine friendship. He gave his community a safe, decent, and professional place where mature blacks can gather, meet, dance, and unwind together. Adolph took a corner location and made it into a real neighborhood bar. He took his job seriously, he did it well, and we all miss him so very much.
He made the Stable a second home, not only for him but for all the regulars and occasional customers looking for a nice place to have an old-fashioned good time. While the King's Stable is open again for business, most of us still can't believe Adolph is gone. He put his mark on this place in a way no one can ever forget. His hard work paid off, and his vision of a great establishment was realized in his lifetime.
Now Adolph has moved on to his new home, and we know he is running things up there just like he ran things down here. We are consoled by the legacy he left us and in knowing that he is now in a better place. And every night we can almost hear him shouting from his new home the same thing he used to shout nightly from the home he made here: "God, I love this place!"