Letters from the issue of July 1, 2010
Punking out: As a professional entertainer and a fellow Cuban who has made a dignified living in music for 44 years, I have this advice for Gil Ortiz Pla: Stick to your day job and be truly grateful for the freedom you now enjoy ("El Tirano's Punks," Erik Maza, June 24). Get on with the program and just be grateful for all the limitless opportunities that Cubans are still given, and maybe things will start happening.
Crossover stop: This is one of the best articles about a musician and a Cuban dissident I have ever read. The problem is that Miami is overpopulated and oversaturated with talent and is culturally a bit young. Many Cuban musicians think Miami will be their saving grace, but the Magic City should be only a stopover for bigger and better things — unless you're a mainstream pop act like Shakira, Ricky Martin, Juanes, etc. The real outcasts don't stand a chance here or in Cuba.
Shaken: This is the best article I've ever read in New Times. I feel the need to go out and share it with everyone I know so they are aware of the struggle these artists endure every day. These are the types of artists that have something to say and should be listened to, especially here in Miami. It seems that the current generation of Cuban-Americans doesn't appreciate blatant dissidents like these and would rather listen to meaningless music. This article made me feel a lot of pride for humanity and for those who have the courage to stand up and tell tyrants to go fuck themselves. Great job!
One Rosa: Really? The Rosa Parks of red lights? ("Smile, You're Busted," Gus Garcia-Roberts, June 24). Rosa Parks was an oppressed minority who risked her life to stand up for her civil rights. At best, Richard Masone is an ordinary citizen who is fighting a law he doesn't believe in. At worst, he's a meathead who's just trying to get out of paying a ticket he got for breaking the law.
Slow down: Nobody has the right to run a red light. Yellow means, "slow down — the light is about to change," not "speed up to beat the light — to hell with anyone else's safety." As a pedestrian in South Beach, I am tired of having to watch my back even though I have the "Walk" sign. If motorists around here would slow down on our city streets, stop tailgating, and hit the brakes when they see a yellow light, the cameras wouldn't find you. That goes for you too, police officers.
Endangered species: Respect for stopping at red lights has gone out the window in South Florida over the past 30 years. You can blame it on immigrants, blame it on overzealous drivers, blame it on sunspots. The trend is increasingly dangerous, disrespectful, and brash. I'm glad to hear Richard Masone say he's been cured of the problem. Slowly and surely, we need to retrain ourselves to stop on a yellow light whenever possible, rather than putting our own lives, and those of innocent persons around us, in danger.
Red branded: Freedom fighter? Are you kidding me? This guy just didn't want to pay the fine even though he got caught. He got off on a technicality. I am glad, however, that at the end of the story, he admits now he'll follow the law and stop when the light turns yellow (that is, after all, what we're supposed to do). Glad it changed the bad habits of one dangerous driver.
Old hat: Cameras enforce the laws we already have. They're not enforcing some weird new law we've never heard of. Instead, they make sure people obey the speed limit, slow on yellow, and stop on red.
More than a tease: Strippers are such a tease ("Luke's Gospel," Luther Campbell, June 24). I've been trying to get sex from them, but no such luck. Whoever these dudes are must be having the strippers feeling horny. Strip clubs are cool and all, but when it comes to role play these days, a tease just doesn't cut it anymore.
Skin market: Women have something men want, and there are more men who want it than women who dispense it. It creates an imbalance on supply and demand, so it creates a market. It is as simple as that.
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