By Joseph Tsidulko
By Patrick Range McDonald
By David Futch
By Hillel Aron
By Dennis Romero
By Jill Stewart
By Dennis Romero
By Dennis Romero
Jesica Santillan’s story is heartbreaking enough from what little we heard on the news. Nancy Rommelmann’s first-person perspective [“Grief’s Gravity,” February 20–26] makes it even more so. Mack Mahoney should be congratulated for his dogged persistence on Jesica’s behalf. He’s also in dire need of a revelation that his controlling tendencies alienated those like Rommelmann who genuinely wanted to help. Much worse are those like Michelle Malkin and the sender of the desecrated $1 bill. They see and promote themselves as patriotic Americans, but they’re really blatant or unconscious xenophobes lacking in understanding and compassion. If they were in Magdalena’s shoes, and their child was in that position, wouldn’t they — by any means necessary — go out of their way to save them? But of course they’d sidestep the question, scoff that they weren’t on trial, and return to their immigrant bashing. Jesica Santillan was a human being, and every human life is important. Pray that her story and existence aren’t desecrated as was that $1 bill.
GAY TIMES BY THE BAY
I was deeply touched and moved to the point of tears as I read Robin Davidson’s article [A Considerable Town: “Wedding Day,” February 20–26]. I am a gay man who is thankful that we as a community have been allowed the basic rights of all individuals. I have friends who drove up to San Francisco to get hitched. When I asked them how it was, they simply said it was great, and followed up by saying it was a much needed political statement. I knew what they meant, but I found it sad, for the act of marriage shouldn’t be viewed as a political statement. Its focus should be on the two individuals who are coming together to form one flame, one flesh, one love. Robin succeeded in doing this, and I hope that all who read this article, whether they are gay, straight, bi, transgender, Christian, Jewish, Jehovah’s Witness, Muslim or Mormon, realize that marriage is an institution based on spirituality and humanity, not gender.
Thanks for your recent profile of John Edwards [“Searching for the Heart of John Edwards,” February 13–19]. Once again, the L.A. Weekly has provided more in-depth coverage than the L.A. Times. You are the conscience of Los Angeles.
The world is a mess. The economy is a mess. The country is divided. We have to understand the policies that got us into this situation to formulate the policies to get us out — as a secure and respected nation. When I look at the candidates, there’s only one with the necessary skill, intellect, temperament and negotiation skills, and that’s John Edwards.
I have no doubt about Edwards’ heart. I was impressed when, at his recent speech in Culver City [A Considerable Town: “The Face Factor,” February 27–March 4], Edwards said that we have a “moral responsibility” to one another — to the millions living in poverty in this country, to the millions of children trying to live without health insurance and to the workers affected by trade policy who are trying to make a living. With Edwards, it isn’t just a program or a populist message; it’s passion. And everyone there felt it.
VIDA EN EL BARRIO
Wow. I’m a little surprised and scared after reading “An American Family on the Verge” [February 13–19]. I’m living on the down-low in the O.C., trying to veil my past by hiding from it. It would really shock the people I work with [at the mental-health clinic for children] if they found out that I’m Francis’ niece, because the Aguilars are the kind of people we’re trying to help. I want to thank you for your candor and for understanding that trying to overcome the barrio sometimes means denying you’re from there — like in my case. But in Francis’ case, well, sometimes people are stronger than perceived.
What a revelation to learn that my L.A. experience is abnormal — what with my lack of a prison record, self-induced economic woe and generally smarmy attitude toward everything. Celeste Fremon’s “An American Family on the Verge” series is going to make for some excellent Las Vegas–style bookmaking at the Bleeding Heart Casino. Odds that Luis will be back in prison within 18 months: 3-2. Odds that he will blame his parole officer: 1-1. Odds that sweet little Estephanie will be pregnant by some gangster wannabe before her 15th birthday: 5-4. Odds that budding tagmaster Bola gets tagged by a rival crew: 5-1. Odds that the L.A. Weekly will give similar column inches to describe the struggles of a family without felons, taggers, defrauders of public welfare programs, or crybabies: 100-1. Odds that I won’t have any further interest in the problems of these unremarkable and disappointing fellow Angelenos: dead certain.
THE RIGHT TO, ER, LIfE
Ever have an ultrasound and hear the heartbeat of a 10-week-old baby in the womb? And see a photo of the baby’s head and where its arms and legs are growing, and see the blood pumping through the little body? Abortion is not the solution to teen pregnancy — education is. Killing a living, heart-beating, blood-pumping baby shouldn’t ever be made fun of [Sitegeist: “The Abruti Ploy,” February 20–26]. The right to life is just that — the right to grow up (in and out of the womb) and become the human being you deserve to be.