Letters from the Issue of May 11, 2006
Forget that Brando, dude: In the May 4 Miami New Times, the "DVDish" item by Robert Wilonsky about the Tennessee Williams Film Collection missed a significant opportunity for a Miami connection. You might have added an appropriate caption under the picture of the 23-year-old Marlon Brando and Kim Hunter in A Streetcar Named Desire.
Kim's real name was Janet Cole, and she was the most beautiful girl at Miami Beach High School (class of 1941?). Janet starred in our high school plays and might appreciate being remembered in the Miami New Times. Janet would be in her eighties today.
Hal Lobree, MBHS class of 1943
It'll be lapping at our door: In reference to "The Life Aquatic" by Rob Jordan (April 27): According to the NOVA documentary currently playing on PBS titled Dimming the Sun, Brenda Lanzendorf's underwater world will include the entire state of Florida in ten years or less owing to unprecedented melting ice caps and subsequent rising of the seas.
Perhaps the profession of nautical archaeologist is a hot ticket to pursue in the near future as the condos become the shipwrecks. Imagine the piles of saltwater-eaten concrete that will be around.
Just don't tell Chango: I really enjoyed the article about Orishas, "Black Magic Musicians," (April 27) by Alexandra Quiñones. I especially liked the part in which she pointed out how rap music has grown in Cuba, as well as the quotes by Romero when he explains how rap should be a revolutionary and unifying force and how today's rap is more about who has the most gold, the most bling. I grew up in the Bronx when rap was being performed at block parties and jams in the schoolyards. I saw rap grow into what it is today. It is cool in this age and time to see a group hold true to the partying spirit of that original idea. Keep up the good work. A lo Cubano!
A kilo of fun: Do you print letters like the one David Gay wrote about Orishas (May 4) to piss people off? This guy has obviously never even heard the song "El Kilo." I went to Orishas' first Miami concert. Yotuel dedicated the song to his father. It couldn't be any less about Fidel than if Harry Potter had written it. As with everything related to art, it can mean many things to many people. But saying this song is about Fidel is like saying Monet's Water Lilies is about Friedrich Nietzsche. The story "Black Magic Musicians" by Alexandra Quiñones (April 27) was excellent, and Orishas are hot! They dance bien rico!
Well, he's got it together: I must say, this is the first time I'm writing to your publication in the year or so since I've been reading it. I've finally been driven to such outrage that I can't help but send you an e-mail.
This is in response to your (and everyone's) review of the film United 93, "Fear of Flying" by Robert Wilonsky (April 27). Certainly the heartbreaking story of the passengers aboard that flight is worth telling if it were true, that is. You see, the base facts for that movie are the wreckage in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, and the phone calls passengers made to their families. (Remember "Let's roll"?) The problem is that there never was any plane wreckage found, nor were phone calls possible from that altitude in 2001. United 93 is the latest attempt by the corporate propaganda machine to make everyone think 9/11 was a terrorist attack, when in fact there is absolutely not a single shred of evidence supporting that wild theory.
I don't have any expectations for the New Times to be anything other than an extension of this web of lies and tyranny, so this comes as little surprise to me. However, I do bear hope that there are perhaps actual human beings who may actually care what people are saying. All I have to say is that it is absolutely imperative for you to see the movie Loose Change.
In it you will see mountains of facts surrounding 9/11 that never made it to the mainstream press. That's not very shocking, considering the news is owned by a few corporations.
I work at the Miami Independent Media Center, and we reported a long, long time ago that 9/11 was an inside job. We are now living in Nazi Germany. It is my hope that the sleeping prophets in the media wake up fast enough to dissent and begin exposing the truth about the treasonous crimes our government has committed. It is a scientific fact that the World Trade Center buildings could not possibly have collapsed without the use of explosives. The evidence is conclusive.
If whoever is reading this cares about the future of this fascist country and the globalized world, please respond to this so that I can know my concern is not echoing down a dark chamber with nobody on the other side.
They like us; they really like us: Regarding Robert Wilonsky's "Fear of Flying": United 93 is a wonderful portrait of courage. But in the context of America's current foreign policy, it comes off as a familiar bit of wound-licking. Every nation has a tale of the day the world did them dirt, and United 93 is America's. But what's more remarkable is that when people abroad see the Michael Moore movie Fahrenheit 9/11, they are surprised that we are allowed to be so critical of a sitting president in America. By being so harsh, the movie ends up giving every American something to be proud of America is still somewhat free.
This is why no one has come over here and blown us off the map. Face it. We're an open society; they could do it any time they wanted. So really, it's not the chest-thumping that has kept us relatively safe since 9/11. It's that this guy out of nowhere gets to film our president's most embarrassing moments, make it into a movie, and inspire debate. That's why angry fanatics stay their sarin gas and their bombs. It's not because we "have the terrorists on the run." Obviously we don't. Bush gave up trying to capture Bin Laden years ago. We're safe only because even angry people still admire something about this place. I hope it stays that way. Don't you?
Get the This Week's Top Stories Newsletter
Every week we collect the latest news, music and arts stories — along with film and food reviews and the best things to do this week — so that you'll never miss Miami New Times' biggest stories.