By Jared Chausow
By Katie Toth
By Elizabeth Flock
By Albert Samaha
By Anna Merlan
By Jon Campbell
By Jon Campbell
By Albert Samaha
I'm sick to my stomach how many lies I'm hearing from everyone. It's making me sick. Enough. Leave my husband alone and let him rest in peace. Let's get the story straight: Joey Scarpa did not kill Pat Porco, and that's coming straight from Joey's wife. Joey loved Pat and was sick over what happened. They were very close. Please just stop with this shit. Joey has a daughter who cries every day since his death. Enough is enough.
Editor's note: As the Voice's Tom Robbins has reported [ "Blood Brothers," November 1420], Joey's mother, Linda Schiro, testified in court that her son helped kill Patrick Porco, even though the two were "like brothers."
AND HE ACTS LIKE YOSEMITE SAM
I loved Eric Palma's front-page cartoon of Rudy Giuliani ["No Skeletons in My Closet!," Wayne Barrett, October 31November 6]. I never realized that our ex-mayor looked so much like Bugs Bunny.
BUILDING A CONSPIRACY
To Wayne Barrett: Just saw you on Democracy Now waxing about Giuliani. Why is it that most journalists and some New Yorkers don't want to connect the dots?
It has to be that you are more concerned with money and access. 9/11 was a false-flag operation. The World Trade Center buildings were going to have to be demolished. Asbestos and aging galvanized-steel deterioration were well known. It was going to cost the city billions. Silverstein and Giuliani and other thugs got together with the rogue military elements that now control us and pulled off the job and are making billions from the fairy tale. End of story! Report it, you coward!
Mill Valley, California
Michael Feingold's review of Edmund Wilson's literary reviews and essays, "True Crit" [November 1420], gives itself away in its opening: a portrait of a man behind the times, railing at a situation that no longer has much validity.
A sum-up of Wilson? No, a revealing angle on Feingold, who sounds like a curmudgeonly grandpa: "Such tradition as remains is in the hands of academics, busily promoting their cockamamie theories and spouting their unreadable jargon." This kind of description sounds as if it comes from someone still mired in the late '80s, the height of movements like deconstruction and New Historicism.
Wake up, Feingold. It's 2007, and most of us have moved on. Believe it or not, we like to read and teach, including the work of Wilson.
Professor of English
University of Mississippi
Nat Hentoff's "How We Delight Our Enemies" [November 1420] is good. I just wanted to mention that renditions started during the Clinton administration. They were called "extraordinary renditions," and, obviously, were less frequently used. But they nevertheless created a precedent.
YOU CALL THAT A REVELATION?
Thank you again for a great Nat Hentoff article. We have become the Antichrist of democracy.
FIGHTING AMONG THEMSELVES
Regarding Dan Ross's November 713 letter referring to Daniel Goldstein and Develop Don't Destroy Brooklyn as an absolutist organization: Mr. Ross surely gives us more power than we were ever afforded.
Downplaying the work of a self-made grassroots organization in the way Mr. Ross does is taking on a sort of "blame the victim" mentality. There comes a point in organizing and social action when "sitting at the table" and negotiating are no longer strategic options. If Mr. Goldstein and the entire organization believed that negotiation with Forest City Ratner was an option, it would have been done years ago. Sure, we would have liked to remain idealistic and think that conversations could have occurred, but good faith went the way of the falling bricks a long time ago. However, Mr. Ross, perhaps you could try?
THE BEAT GOES ON
Re James Hunter's review of Downtown 81 [Music Reviews, November 14 20]: Thank you so much for supporting independents like Recall, like New Beat Films, and like myself, who for 30 years in New Yorklike youhave never left downtown and its cutting edge. Great review on our soundtrack. Thanks again.
The name of NPR's Michele Keleman was misspelled in last week's Nat Hentoff column, "How We Delight Our Enemies."