Letters from the Issue of July 7, 2005

Heavy-handed cops, heavy-hearted drag queens, heavy-walleted hip-hoppers

Democracy, Department: They Both Start with D

But the similarities end there: Regarding Tristram Korten's "RIP for the CIP?" (June 23): The Miami Police Department's unwillingness to provide the documents requested by the CIP surely indicates the police are trying to hide something. Otherwise, what reason would they have to withhold them? Confucius say, "He who denies all confesses all" (and he's in the hospital with multiple contusions suffered when the MPD caught him philosophizing on NE Second Avenue).

That this CIP request and the very entity itself are perceived with intense disdain and met with arrogance at every turn is not surprising given the MPD's well-documented history of corruption and abuse of power. Why would the cops jeopardize this lucrative sideline? What is surprising is the lack of a proper method for the CIP to obtain these documents from the MPD. Forget the lawsuits and other legal maneuvering -- simply find the person in charge of documents and adhere to the payoff policy: Money talks and bullshit walks (which the police appropriated from the Panamanian ex-general as their own motto).

Even the photo of Chief John Timoney is representative of the MPD's attitude toward the hard-working public that gives his staff jobs and pays their salaries. What a face. Miami might as well issue Nazi swastika armbands to the police if the CIP vanishes. Vanish I will too.

Name withheld by request


Editor's note: See Tristram Korten's related column this week.

What Are You Doing Reading This?

Get back to work! Squirrelly? I think I am a stud! Hey, this is the founder of Recess at Work Day. Contrary to what Lyssa Oberkreser's article in Night & Day (June 16) states, I ask for no money from anyone regarding "supervising" Recess at Work Day activities. If you had contacted me (or read the Website closely), you would have learned this was free advice and an opportunity for companies to take a close look at employee morale -- which is a big issue in this business climate. But thanks for the publicity. We received several e-mails from people in your market who went out to play last week. Keep up the great work.

Rich DiGirolamo

Marion, Connecticut

So Funny I Forgot to Laugh

Then I remembered Mr. Haka: I picked up a copy of New Times from a co-worker's desk and read "Legend-to-Be" by Fernando Ruano (June 16). I give him credit for writing an entertaining article, but I must mention Mr. Haka is a joke. He thinks he is a pioneer of this music, but he is not even the dust on top of the pyramid. The Latin hip-hop style has been around since the early Eighties, when a few DJs clashed sounds and rhythms.

The new sound gave MCs the freedom to express street lyrics and real-life stories through what we called "música de barrio" (music from the hood). These mixes and practices spawned a richer sound and allowed MCs to control the tempo of the music, creating reggaeton. After the recent explosion of the style and success by artists such as Daddy Yankee, Tego Calderon, Hector & Tito, and others, a new generation of rappers has risen. The new generation does not know about the origin of the style, the persecution and social rejection suffered in the early years. I can respect Mr. Haka for following his dreams, but talking bad about other rappers such as Pitbull and Don Dinero is not the way to get to the top.

Alexander Martinez


Hello, Kitty

Imperial claws come out: In response to the letter to the editor "Best Time Warp" by Anastasia Beaverhausen (June 16): Let's see -- so you make Rocky Horror and Will & Grace references -- you Broward drag queens are clever indeed. We know the rent is cheap in Lauderdale (Hialeah my ass), and shoplifting at the Galleria Lane Bryant keeps you clothed since you are unemployed. But why so bitter, fatty? Adora was working in Paris while you were still learning how to um ... tuck. "Best Of" means just that. Adora is by your own admission the most popular and employed "drag performer" in town. That would fall into the category, no? And I do go out to nightclubs -- haven't caught your act yet, Anastasia Beaverhausen, haven't been to "The Copa," whatever that is. Maybe there will be a category for you next year: Most Bitter Drag Queen in Broward. Best of luck.


El Portal

FIU a Joke: I'm a Junkie and I Should Know

My hands are shaking as I write this: I remember saying farewell and shaking hands with Kevin Hall in his soon-to-be-vacated office at FIU's School of Journalism. "Too bad you boys can't play nice together," I said. Little did I realize he was resigning in defense of me (or at least what I wrote) and the others -- the FusedOnline.com "gang of three." Just a slight correction to Edmund Newton's story, "Newsroom or Classroom?" (June 9): The heroin-addicted honors student was not in high school. I ought to know because I wrote the piece. He was a heroin-addicted Honors College student with a 3.9 GPA. (I remember thinking, The Honors College isn't going to like this, especially since they gave me a scholarship to FIU.) The Honors College is another disaster area at FIU, and at the time I would've put my heroin-addled work up against any of those so-called "honors students," who are credited with academic achievement more for being good citizens than any serious critical thinking. Professors have left there too.

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