By Keegan Hamilton
By Albert Samaha
By Village Voice staff
By Tessa Stuart
By Albert Samaha
By Steve Weinstein
By Devon Maloney
By Tessa Stuart
Re Sean Gardiner's 'Missing in Action' [May 7–13]: Mr. Gardiner's piece about Romona Moore was so horrifying and haunting that it literally kept me up all night. What a well-written, eye-opening article. There is obvious racial and anti-immigrant bias going on here, or why would middle- and upper-class white women be the only missing-persons cases that get any attention?
I feel terrible for what Romona endured, and my heart goes out to her mother, who is keeping Romona's memory alive in all the right ways by fighting for justice. Thank you to Mr. Gardiner for writing such a hard-hitting article, and to the Voice for publishing it.
I read the story about Romona Moore and was horrified—horrified at the indifferent police, horrified at the uninterested media, horrified that someone actually spoke to an obviously tortured young lady and attended a baby shower, then went back to his home without reporting this to the police. And horrified that these monsters will be cuddled in prison.
My only advice to the still-grieving mother is that maybe she can be a voice for other parents in similar predicaments. Somehow, she can take an ugly situation and turn it into something positive. The community should be pushing the legislators to pass Romona's Law.
The irony about the horrifying Romona Moore case:
If the police had stopped and frisked the monsters who kidnapped, raped, and murdered this woman, the ACLU would have counted them as more black suspects victimized by statistical racism.
If the State of New York had had the good sense to pursue the (well-deserved) death penalty against the perpetrators, the liberal choir would have condemned the racist justice system.
If a cop had shot one of these felons without perfect proof of any actual weapon in their hands, Al Sharpton and his rabble would shut down the city.
And The Village Voice has managed to muster outrage only against the police. How surprising.
I literally cried at the description of the torture Romona Moore suffered at the hands of the human monsters who killed her. I cannot imagine how her mother has been able to keep her sanity—but I commend her for doing so.
As a black woman, I know, and have experienced, that there is often a double standard for appropriate and fair behavior by police when race is involved. I try to remind myself that this life is only a temporary journey. But it pains me so to know that what happened here is not an isolated case.
Re Sarah DiGregorio's 'Dosa of the Gods' and Robert Sietsema's 'Pointy Dosas' [April 3–May 6]: Wow, not one but two reviews on South Indian food this week. I grew up with this food as a Tamil kid, and you really captured the nuances of our cuisine very well. Kudos.
While comparisons between dosas and French crepes are tossed around like candy, I would like to see a real attempt made to justify these flimsy comparisons. Mysore and other Southern Indian cities (outside of Tamil Nadu) are famous for their variant dosas. French culture and cuisine had no influence in many of these regions. One doesn't have to be French to fold rice crepes into triangles either, I think. And "toiletry marketed in hell"? Sounds like more Anglocentric quipping to me. But, gee, thanks for calling attention to this cuisine.