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His first job

Thank you so much, Tricia Romano, for your piece on the closing of the Cock ["Suck This," Fly Life, July 13-19]. When I was 18 and newly out I went to Kurfew with two friends one Saturday night. After about five minutes of gasping in sheer horror at the cheesiness of the place, our older and more experienced host suggested we go to the Cock. I shuffled in with the king of all fake IDs and was transformed. One friend got up to strip in the competition, and about an hour later I wandered into the back room and had my first gay kiss, quickly followed by my first hand job. It was the most special way it could have happened for me. I walked over there this past Sunday and stared into the now closed back room and felt as though someone were tearing down my childhood home.

Adam B.
Lower East Side


Digging for justice

I read with great and particular interest Jennifer Gonnerman's article about Lynne Harriton and Andre Smith ["The Juror and the Convict," July 6-12]because Lynnie Harriton is a "sister" from my Digger extended family of the 1960s and '70s whom I've known well for nearly 40 years. She was an upright and fearless woman then and remains so today. Her friendship with Smith and her probing of the particulars of the case highlight for me that simple justice requires some proportionality in the sentencing of two men who committed very different acts and received identical sentences.

I was deeply impressed by Smith's willingness to face Lynnie's hard criticisms of his behavior on the night of the murder, and even more impressed by his acknowledgment of his responsibility. Surely such a man is not beyond rehabilitation and redemption. However, the draconian sentence he received for the heinous act of another makes that rehabilitation all but impossible.

No one is suggesting that Smith be pardoned for his participation and cowardly flight, any more than they are suggesting that the early death of his mother and rudderless youth in a kill-or-be-killed environment absolve him. I am suggesting that justice is meaningful only insofar as it is deep, compassionate, and proportionate. Surely this is a case and a man that deserve a review.

Peter Coyote
Mill Valley, California


The A-word

Josh Langhoff's article about Christian rock, "Music for the Megachurch" [July 6-12], was a great read—and very much on target. Those "bake sale" artists create a comfort zone for a lot of my fellow believers. They enjoy them, and I'm happy that they do. For me, it's hard to tell where Hot AC ends and CCM kicks in when I make those random visits to radioland.

On one hand, it's great that bands like Switchfoot, P.O.D., and even MercyMe get a bit of secular airplay. And there's always going to be an audience for the Steven Curtis Chapmans and Amy Grants of the genre: likable types who toe the party line without rocking most folks' boats. But many artists—including the ones Langhoff mentioned in his piece—tend to play in a netherworld between word-of-mouth referrals and hot rotation on CCM playlists, like Relient K and Anberlin, which I discovered by eavesdropping on a youth group meeting at my church.

Can't close without applauding Langhoff for pointing out one of the most overused words in any church setting. I really think "awesome" trumps "praise God" or "hallelujah" in Christian conversation these days. Matter of fact, I tested it out a couple of months ago. I wasn't really getting into the flow of things during a Sunday service, so I started logging how often the A-bomb was dropped: six times between the greeting and benediction, and a few more before and after service. Guess I need to ask God why that word gets on my last nerve so much.

John J. Harlan
Cusseta, Georgia


Analyze this

Thank you for Ward Harkavy's "Ooze Travels Fast" [The Bush Beat, July 7, villagevoice.com].The media are terminally ill, and not enough real analyses exist anywhere of global power and tragedy in countries where people of color are suffering. I avoid almost all U.S. media for this reason. I appreciated seeing this (accidentally) as I went to look up movie theaters.

Fridah Land
Park Slope


Hungry for attention

I applaud Nat Hentoff's latest article about Darfur ["Bush Averts His Eyes," July 6-12]. I am heartened by the figures he mentioned: Americans are in favor of bolder action by six to one. I have one worry about such a poll. I wonder how many people were forced to say, "I don't know," because they had never heard of Darfur.

I am in the midst of completing a hunger strike to bring attention to Darfur. Mostly I have been stationed outside the White House in Lafayette Park, where I have had the opportunity to meet countless tourists from around the country and the world. The ignorance I have found has been absolutely staggering. I would say roughly 10 percent knew about Darfur, 10 percent more had heard of it, and many of the rest had never even heard of Sudan. Ignorance is at the root of American apathy. This was the basic assumption which led me to starve myself. I figured that giving the media something new to cover about the story might bring Darfur back into the news.

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