By Chuck Strouse
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By Ciara LaVelle, Kat Bein, Carolina Del Busto, and Liz Tracy
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By Kyle Swenson
Mixed feelings: I'm not sure how to react to your story about Miami-Dade cops luring five robbers to a house in the Redland and then gunning down four of them ("Death Trap," Michael E. Miller, May 24). I live in the Redland, and the biggest fear we all have living here is exactly this: a home invasion. There is no nearby police force out here, and the homes are spread out so much it's physically impossible for the MDPD to patrol it effectively. I group home invaders with rapists and murderers. A human life is a human life, and I do think the lives of the men killed in this raid shouldn't have ended that way, but the husband and father inside me feels a little better knowing there are a few less violent, dangerous thugs where I live. I apologize if those comments offend those who lost loved ones, but I would ask those people: How would you feel if the roles were reversed? What if I broke in and pointed a gun at your daughter's face? If the police killed me, would you truly feel sorry for me and my loved ones? Or would you breathe a sigh of relief?
Crooks aren't victims: The MDPD officers in this raid deserve a medal for apprehending and killing these criminals. It was only a matter of time before innocent people got hurt by these thugs. It's ludicrous for New Times to portray these criminals as victims. These were armed home invaders willing to kill people, not a bunch of kids joyriding in cars.
Afraid of cops: What's incredible is people are defending the cops who are supposed to serve and protect. This was a premeditated murder by the MDPD. What gives them the right to decide who lives and who dies? My son was a victim of the MDPD. He was unarmed and surrendering. Now he is dead, and these cops are still out there "serving and protecting." The question is, Who are they serving and protecting?
A fitting end: Though I am no friend of all of the tactics that Miami cops use, I applaud the taking down of professional thieves. These men broke into peoples' homes, tied them up, and robbed them. If their reign of terror ended amid police bullets, that's good. Home invasions are violent and dangerous. If criminals engage in this behavior and the police shoot them, Miami will be a safer place.
Money can't buy love: I've got a news flash for FriendsWithYou and the other top-tier Miami artists moving to L.A. because they supposedly can't sell enough art here ("Artist Exodus," Carlos Suarez De Jesus, May 24). If you leave Miami, you're no longer Miami's "best artists." You're sellouts. Nobody wants you here.
Minor-league town: Why wouldn't these artists move to Los Angeles? L.A. is a vastly bigger stage and a far more important city. Miami is an excellent training ground, but it's not the big leagues. It's sort of like the musicians who play with our New World Symphony. It's a great organization, but when the players reach a certain level of excellence, they move on to real orchestras in places like New York, Boston, Philadelphia, and Chicago.
Kevin in the Shores
Set the record straight: We historians have been trying for years to eradicate a persistent but totally false urban myth that unfortunately you perpetuated in your story about craft beer booming in Miami ("Beer Invasion," David Minsky, May 17). In 1922, Clarence M. Busch indeed built a mansion on Palm Island in Miami Beach, but he had no connection to the famous brewery in St. Louis, and his mansion was not where Al Capone lived. I know the myth makes a great story, and has even been published in books, but it has no basis in fact. Eberhard Anheuser bought the brewery in 1860, and his son-in-law Adolphus Busch, who had emigrated from Germany in 1857, inherited the company in 1880. I have found no evidence that Adolphus ever came to Florida. Clarence Busch was born in Philadelphia in 1860, the son of bookbinder Joseph Busch. Clarence moved his family to Miami in 1915 and became a prominent realtor, philanthropist, and author of several religious works. At the same time he built his own mansion (now demolished), he built a smaller house across the street as an investment. Capone bought this smaller house (still standing) in his wife's name in 1928 from then-owner James Popham. This info is mostly based on U.S. Census records, building records, the brewery's website, and Clarence Busch's 1943 obituary.
Due to a reporting error, the following quote was misattributed in David Minsky's May 17 story "The Misfits of Beer": "We have veterans and rookies... Everybody is connected by the fact that they brew their own beer." The speaker was Dave Dunn. Also, the location of Brewbox Miami was misstated. It is a 1,500-square-foot shop on SW 129th St., off Galloway Road. We regret the errors.