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
The business was cash money for donors and it was tainted: I would like to compliment Eric Alan Barton for his detailed story about the finances and competition between South Florida's two blood banks ("Blood Money," November 28). If he should write another article, he might be interested in the comparable history of John Elliott Blood Bank.
In 1978, when I was vice president of the Dade County Medical Association, our public-health committee brought it to the attention of the board that the John Elliott Blood Bank had built small buildings near various army camps, offering ten dollars for the donation of blood. Obviously ten dollars, which bought more in those days than it does now, was a considerable deterrent to a donor advising the technicians about any history of hepatitis, et cetera.
We wrote a letter advising against this practice, but there was no response. It so happened that I was a member of the Public Health Trust at that time. The trust also communicated with the blood bank but to no avail. Subsequently two blood-bank board members appeared before the Public Health Trust board, very insistent that it would be impossible to obtain blood on a voluntary basis. I distinctly remember one of them saying that blacks, Jews, and Hispanics would not give blood. (I could go into more detail as to the labels my inner ear heard.) They never explained why they were so insistent on continuing this practice. They may have believed what they were saying, or money may have been involved.
Eventually we advised that Jackson Memorial Hospital would establish its own blood bank. They capitulated, going to a voluntary system.
Warren Lindau, M.D.
Flattered despite error, he extends intimate invitation to writer: Hi. This is "Hialeah's own ridiculously overhyped Jorge Moreno." Just wanted to add my two cents to Brett Suckol's November 28 "Kulchur" column ("Resurgent Rock").
1. If he had done some research, he'd know that I've lived in Palm Springs North, Coral Gables, the Beach, and currently Miami Springs, but never Hialeah -- though I am more than proud to be its poster boy.
2. I'm quite flattered that I have reached such a point of popularity that I can be dissed as "overhyped" in the same sentence with Juanes and Maná.
3. Blow me, you jealous comemierda, and leave the real music writing to Celeste Delgado.
Thank you and believe the hype. If you print this, please include that I will be performing at Café Nostalgia on December 21 and Oxygen Lounge in Coconut Grove on New Year's Eve, December 31. Thanks again and Merry Fuckyou.
When we shut down a causeway, just remember who's making money: I read Celeste Fraser Delgado's article about the film starring rapper Trina. I wanted to clarify the comment made regarding The Fast and the Furious 2 bringing in out-of-towners and only using Miami as a backdrop ("Trina's Screen Test," November 21). I can't speak for Bad Boys 2, but more than 70 percent of the cast and crew working on The Fast and the Furious 2 are from Florida. We have also hired about 3000 locals to be extras in the film.
When there are two or three major films shooting in town, there are not enough locals available to only hire Floridians, and therefore we have to bring in some of the crew from other areas.
Tammy Sandler, unit publicist
The Fast and the Furious 2
For once my friends and I would applaud: A common phrase is used to refer to the act of attacking Cuba. That phrase is "Cuba-bashing," and I'm sure New Times knows of it. In Miami there is also a phrase some people associate with New Times. The phrase is "Miami-Cuban-bashing." I've argued with friends about the assumption that New Times bashes Cuban exiles, because many of the people the newspaper bashes well deserve it.
That's why I was somewhat disappointed when I read, in Mike Clary's article about Florida International University ("FIU, Too! All Right?" November 21), that the person who appeared at the Biscayne Bay campus was, as he wrote, "a Cuban revolutionary on a U.S. book tour." Five lines later, instead of taking advantage of the space he still had available, he only added the name of that controversial lecturer: Victor Dreke Cruz.
I think he should have stated (I'm really sure he knew) that Dreke is a high-ranking officer in the Cuban Army, an agent of repression who historically tortured and offended many political prisoners, some of whom were present the day of Dreke's appearance at FIU.
For the average reader, Dreke might simply be a member of the Communist Party, a venerable ideologist, the director of a revolutionary think tank, or whatever they may assume the university usually invites. Mr. Clary could have been more informative about who really is and was the infamous Dreke, which also could have explained the reactions of some protesters on campus.
The rest of the story about politics at FIU was very professional. I'd be happy if next time New Times included more such information. That would give me more reasons to defend the paper and argue against its attackers, who believe there is substance to the accusation of "Miami-Cuban-bashing."
He was too young to die: I would like to thank Mike Clary for the recognition he gave my ex-boyfriend Watson Chery ("M.O.B.," November 14). We were in a relationship from 1999 to 2001. Even after we broke up, we always kept in contact with each other.
I have spent time mourning the loss of my loved one. I've actually sat here and cried about the memories Watson and I shared. Somehow I know he is here watching over me. I can feel his presence surround me at all times. For example, when I started reading Mr. Clary's article, a song called "Crazy" by K-Ci & JoJo (which I played the day of Watson's funeral) started playing. I cried again, wondering why he had to leave.
Watson, Jerry St. Pierre, and I attended American High School during the 2000-2001 school year. We shared a good friendship.
From Tacoma to Tierra del Fuego, the song's the same: After reading Celeste Fraser Delgado's "Shake" column about the MTV Video Music Awards Latin America, and then after the awards, I was struck by one thing: We were witnessing not so much the birth of a pan-Latin American musical culture but the beginnings of a pan-American musical culture ("Yo Quiero Mi MTV," October 24).
The mixture of American rock, rap, and Latin textures was unmistakable. I think what I heard was the birth of a music of the Americas.
It's "Mustang Sally" and don't you forget it: Attention Omar Perez: The title of the song you referred to in "Catch it Live!" about the Hadden Sayers Band is "Mustang Sally," not "Ride, Sally, Ride" ("Rock Like the Texans Do," September 26). It's sad that a music preview would be written by a person who doesn't know the name of this classic song.
Yes, it has been overplayed by bad bar bands, but let's strive for some journalistic accuracy. By the way, "Mustang Sally" was written by Bonny Rice, wife of Mack Rice.