By Chuck Strouse
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Fuck 'em. If they live within a community and don't have the faintest idea what they're about, but rather opt for omniscient criticism, then they are the ones with the problem.
Puhleeeze ... I'd call it journalism but I don't want to offend the Murrows of the world, should there be any left.
It's the columnists, I tell you: I agree with courageous letter-writer James R. Mann regarding Celeste Fraser Delgado, Emilio Estefan, and Juan Carlos Diaz ("Letters," February 21). Ms. Delgado supports only the Hispanic community in Miami, and she's not the only columnist who does.
The Estefans and a few politicians like Ileana Ros-Lehtinen and Lincoln Diaz-Balart would love to turn Miami into another Cuba. They consistently and totally disregard Haitian, Jewish, European, and other foreigners.
It is long overdue for non-Hispanic people to speak out without being intimidated. And by the way, I studied Spanish as well as French and German.
The artists starve while the cynics prosper: I really couldn't care less about Celeste Fraser Delgado's report of the recent "scandal" involving Emilio Estefan and some other clown who accuses him of sexual misconduct. I am, however, extremely bothered by the news that President Bush has recently appointed Estefan to the President's Committee on the Arts and Humanities.
Arts and humanities! Mr. Estefan, with his insatiable hunger for money and power, has neglected the rich and globally respected musical styles of his native Cuba. Creative, charismatic, virtuoso musicians in South Florida have remained in poverty and obscurity while Estefan has promoted a degrading, comical, and cartoonish "pop" image of Hispanic culture. This multimillion-dollar practice has no doubt contributed immensely to Miami's image as the cultural laughingstock of the planet.
Remaining anonymous may rob my letter of a certain integrity, but as both a struggling creative musical artist and a working sideman in South Florida, this letter would have me all but blacklisted.
Name Withheld by Request