I just read the article “Jena at 15.” It was well-written and an interesting topic. Being a mom, my heart tugged at the way Jena’s mother was treated, even though it clearly shows she misused and/or misappropriated Jena’s earnings. Just because a teen has some money, it is incomprehensible to assume they can care for themselves and no longer need a mother.
I had the privilege of meeting Jena Malone in Utah last summer while my friend was working with her on the set of The Ballad of Lucy Whipple, and I thought she was quite possibly the nicest person I had ever met. Now to read about the shit she was going through with her mother at the time makes me even more impressed at how she could remain so focused, friendly and genuine.
John McCormick’s article about the Maids [“Back to Bataan,” June 23–29] completely restores my faith in the L.A. Weekly. I recall listening to that song about Bataan on KUSF every morning before heading out for my job as a bicycle messenger on the streets of San Francisco in ’79 and ’80. Dude, I cried when I read this shit.
Re: Juan Gomez’s letter in the June 16–22 issue of the Weekly. Lalo Lopez/Alcaraz continues to be one of the few who don’t hesitate to skewer those whose incompetence and blindness scream out for it. This may not win him many popularity contests or huge residuals from syndication, but it has garnered him the respect of many of us unrepentant activists and our children.