By Jared Chausow
By Katie Toth
By Elizabeth Flock
By Albert Samaha
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By Jon Campbell
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
Paul Moses's article on crime statistics ["These Stats Are a Crime," November 28] greatly interested me. My daughter Leah was murdered in Woodside, Queens, on April 5, 2002. The 108th Precinct refused to call it a murder (even though her death was the result of ligature strangulation) until June 8, 2002. I kept hearing that it was being investigated as a "drug investigation." In late May 2002, when I asked the detective handling the case when the autopsy would be completed, she told me autopsies take upward of six months. Was this to keep the 108th's statistics low for murder? Only by calling the medical examiner was I able to get the true cause of her death released. Did they put me through this torture just to keep their statistics in order?
Long Beach, New York
Coming of age with the Voice
Re the Voice 's 50th anniversary [October 26November 1]: I have been an avid Voice reader ever since I was a high schooler back in the late 1970s, a time when I discovered such things as punk, William Burroughs, and the 1960s. To this day, I look forward to picking up the Voice, and reading the feature articles, reviews, and notices about what's happening. I have had particular favorite writers over the years, including Ridgeway, Hentoff, Giddins, Newfield, Sarris, Bell, Trebay, Wolcott, Cockburn, Robbins (I was once interviewed by him while doing some organizing work in the Bronx), Barrett, Conason, Hoberman, Schanberg, Willis, Christgau, Rall, Musto, and many others (I am a bit too young to have read Mailer as a Voice writer, though he'd undoubtedly be on my list too).
I even owned The Village Voice Reader, which you once put out, and with you, I celebrated the history of the U.S. counterculture, particularly that which was situated below 14th Street. Most recently, I have followed Robert Sietsema's suggestions and experienced some wonderful and cheap Asian and Middle Eastern cuisine in my own Jersey City neighborhood.
Let me just offer you the warmest congratulations on your 50th anniversary. Thanks for being an important part of my life as a progressive, NYC-loving, metro-area resident. May you continue on for many years to come.
Jersey City, New Jersey
Desperately seeking truth in Staten Island
I would like to thank Tom Robbins for his candid and troubling article ["Bloomy's Staten Island ally," October 1925] on the current borough president of Staten Island and his friendships with men who are currently under investigation for real estate scandals. I am upset that such articles could not and will not end up in the local newspaper, the Staten Island Advance. Last week I attended a debate between James Molinaro and Democrat John Luisi. Much of the debate tackled Molinaro's friendships with mob associates, and an incident where he wrote on Borough Hall stationery on behalf of some of those men. Yet the Advance purposely leaves out all of these details when reporting on Molinaro. Instead, an editorial from yesterday's Advance associates Luisi with the word mob when referencing his stance against bringing Wal-Mart to Staten Island. The Advance is afraid to report accurately on the facts related to their politicians, and I wish that everyone on Staten Island had access to The Village Voice, especially for the truth that you write in your articles.
Mind your manners
The headline "Our Immortal Thug" [October 28, villagevoice .com] is completely disrespectful to the life of Rosa Parks. Surely your editorial staff possesses a bit more intelligenceor is black life only seen in stereotypical terms at the Voice?
Owings Mills, Maryland
Dancing in Gotham
Tricia Romano's "Short Memory" [Fly Life, November 28] paints a vivid picture of what is happening and why the cabaret laws are still relevant, but what can we do about it? I came across legalizedancingnyc.com, and according to the front page there is already a lawsuit against the city. I have been a DJ for 12 years in New York City, mostly at these East Village unlicensed venues, and I can assure you no law can keep people from dancing. This city is famous for dancing, for God's sake.
Military mom gone wild
Cindy Sheehan is an idiot. She is nothing even remotely close to a political candidate ["Cindy Sheehan for President," by Kristen Lombardi, November 28]. Instead, she is a member of the bandwagon, who somehow made her way to the forefront with obnoxious rhetoric that has no basis in fact. She simply repeats what she hears and reads from the liberal media. Furthermore, she disgraces the sacrifice of her own son. Let us not forget that her son enlisted in the military of his own free will to fight a battle he believed was right. Before the death of her son, Cindy Sheehan was a proud military mom, albeit a naive and simpleminded one. Her son was in the military and was sent to war. If she didn't know that there was a chance he might die, she's dumber than anybody previously thought. Had her son not died, the name Cindy Sheehan would have remained unknown, and she would very likely be pro-war in support of her son. Cindy Sheehan is a follower, not a political candidate.