By Michael E. Miller
By Ryan Yousefi
By Kyle Munzenrieder
By Sabrina Rodriguez
By Michael E. Miller
By Carlos Suarez De Jesus
By Luther Campbell
By Kyle Munzenrieder
Since the beginning of the Special Transportation Service program so long ago, we have heard nothing but complaints. They're not just the problems mentioned by Ms. Weedman; they also include stories of mean drivers cheating passengers and refusing to stop for a restroom after having to ride around for hours.
I've been following the twists and turns of Miami-Dade politics since the Fifties. Sometime I hope to meet Ms. Weedman.
Representative of Something Larger
That something would be the Fidel within: After reading Kathy Glasgow's story about U.S. Rep. Lincoln Diaz-Balart being fined $30,000 by the Federal Election Commission ("Gotcha!" July 26), it becomes clear that the real injustice lies not so much in the "mistakes" committed by Diaz-Balart or his staff but in the public's indifference toward them. Unfortunately we Cubans tend to be more impressed with el politico's station in life than with the process that got him there in the first place. Ruling by right seems to be the norm in this part of the world, not the exception.
Diaz-Balart's case and others like it show how relatively unversed the Cuban diaspora is in the ways of democracy, which is really tolerance with a political twist. Look anywhere in Miami, and you are certain to find a Cuban who has adopted a dictatorial system of management. Unlike the Englishman, we have not been able to part with the king's gold. We come bearing his gifts on our necks, wrists, and ankles, an innate predisposition that has only contributed to the rudeness and lack of civic-mindedness experienced here in Miami, the Tammany Hall capital of the South. Of course the fact that hypermaterialism is producing a land of idiots, a land ripe for foraging, doesn't help either.
Fidel may one day disappear, but whether the Fidel in us will is another matter.
One Problem: No Free Press
Politics thwarts free weekly's Cuba distribution plans: Kathy Glasgow's article about Lincoln Diaz-Balart's slimy methods of dealing with campaign finances is wasted on an American public that has been trained, for the most part, to look the other way when a morally corrupt Cuban politician operates under a double standard.
Has New Times considered placing newsracks throughout Cuba? Educating the people of Cuba about the corrupt Cuban power structure in America might be the kindest act possible toward a post-Castro Cuban people. The citizens of Cuba should be making a list and checking it twice. Diaz-Balart types abound, and they're not very nice. Prohibiting them from entering a post-Castro Cuba should be considered as one method for preventing further pollution of Cuban soil.
Way Too Smart to Take the Bait
Standing proud and alone on the journalistic high ground: I read with bemusement Brett Sokol's two "Kulchur" columns on Sean Combs ("All Puffed Up," July 26 and "Mo' Money, Mo' Trouble," August 2). In the first Mr. Sokol expressed indignation toward the rest of the Miami press corps because they seem to have fallen for the P. Diddy hype.
It was good to see that Brett and New Times held themselves to a higher journalistic standard by not putting Puffy on the cover of the July 26 edition. Further, I'm glad that Brett wrote only a brief review of Puffy's album. He might just as easily have chronicled the success this marketing genius has had at getting media outlets nationwide to promote his products and his personality by promoting his foibles as well. It's good that New Times and Brett did not fall for the hype.
Fair, Accurate, and Too Close for Comfort
Dining at the buffet table of journalistic ethics: While I am no Steven Brill, I did manage to notice that Lee Klein's review of Breez restaurant ("Cooool Breez," July 26) was placed conspicuously close to the restaurant's full-page, four-color paid advertisement. While the casual reader may not regard this with suspicion, others could think something's fishy.
Having eaten at Breez, I think Klein's review was fair and accurate. But next time you're laying out the paper, perhaps someone should do a little more than breeze through it to make sure these things don't happen. We wouldn't want to think that your fair and accurate journalism may be a bit spoiled.
South Beach Manifesto: Ka-ching!
It's about the party, stupid: This is in response to the various articles, columns, and letters New Times has published regarding Memorial Day weekend and the thousands of hip-hop fans who descended on Miami Beach. I believe South Beach is the best playground in the United States. The nightlife here is better than that in Las Vegas. We should be able to promote ourselves as the play mecca of the nation, and in doing so we, as a city, need to be prepared for what our promotions may bring. Why do we have all these hotels and clubs? To party! Either we should put on our thinking caps for the next show or turn in our hats and close all the hotels and clubs.