Many thanks to the Weekly and my friend and colleague Paul Cullum for the Watching the Detectives cover story [April 1218]. Despite their bluster and gumshoe grandiosity, detectives Dan Hanks and Fred Valis are the real deal. After months of investigation, the Threat Management Unit of the Los Angeles Police Department failed to find a stalker who had been terrorizing me for over a year. Within 12 hours of a single phone call to the P.I.s, Danno and Mad Dog had located and neutralized my stalker. Theyre that good!
Mark Ebner Venice
Re: A Witness to Devastation and Death [April 1925]. After reading Mouin Rabbanis litany of atrocities perpetrated by the bloodthirsty Israeli joy killers, I could almost hear the orgasmic hyperventilating around your office when this dispatch finally came over the wire and the fine folk at the Weekly frantically tried to find a way to print it without any verification. After all, it was pro-Palestinian, so it had to have been true. The little guy, no matter how evil, never lies, of course. So my hats off to you and the brilliant disclaimer you came up with to precede the story. But you know what? Youre just not allowed to illustrate the dire need for factual reporting of the truth by printing something which is full of probable fabrication and lies.
Mike Coulter Los Angeles
I will eat your paper whole if you ever can prove that the Israeli army willingly attacked, shot, molested, robbed or did any nefarious act anywhere in the Palestinian cities (and they are cites and not refugee camps) during this campaign to collect all the terrorists that have been planning and carrying out murder all over the world for 10 to 20 years. War is war, and I am sure some civilians were killed. Everyone was warned over and over again to vacate the buildings the terrorists were shooting out of, and some people refused. Hiding behind your mothers skirts does create a very difficult military problem.
In any case, your paper has done the same job CNN does regularly. You published total propaganda written by the Palestinian machine. You will find none of their allegations truthful because their culture believes in lying to non-Muslims. You have effectively help spread anti-Jewish sentiment in America by not checking your sources carefully. There is no independent confirmation of Israels finest having made off with "awesome amounts of cash [and] jewelry," etc., or saying, "Your money or your life," or using the building as a "snipers nest to kill women doing laundry."
Not only should you be ashamed, but I accuse all of you at the Weekly of being in the same category and ultimate final punishment as Hitlers henchmen who convinced the Eastern European uneducated that the Jews were responsible for all the ills of mankind. I do not believe you are stupid, so I can only surmise that you are evil. This is not Bosnia. Jews do not hate other religions or people. They hate murderers. Every other sin is forgivable. Yours is not.
Martin Kay Glendale
Re: Dude, Wheres My City? [Open City, April 1218]. So Los Angeles and its ball club have failed Steven Mikulan. What a shock. Has Mikulan ever stood up for any aspect of this town outside his own little bailiwick of the local theater (perversely enough, its least defensible institution)? Missing from his lament is any sense of identification on his part, or any sense that the citys failures are in any way his failures. Like the Dodgers, Los Angeles exists to live up to the lofty standards of Steven Mikulan, and Mikulans only obligation is to be the first rat over the side when the ship starts to take on water.
Me, Im a fan. I figure that if you dont stick with the team when its down, youre not entitled to share in its victories. I figure that if you have to know a teams won-lost record before you know youre backing it, youre not a fan youre a heel. (Incidentally, the Dodgers have only had two losing records in the last 10 seasons and had the fifth best record in the National League in the 90s.) To me, a city is a story, and you choose a city to live in because you want to be a part of that story, however small. I think at this point in history, Los Angeles is the most fascinating urban story there is. The easy part of that story is over, and thats too damn bad, but its now in the hard part that we have the opportunity to show our worth.
Mikulan, I think, is an example of an urban type thats unique to Los Angeles, the person who lives in a city for the sole purpose of feeling superior to it. Look at it this way: Any city can attract people who like it. A city that can attract people who hate it is really something to conjure with.
Bob Fiore Los Angeles
Hey, Steve, L.A. is over here! Take a look! Its goddamn beautiful! As someone who smuggled in a flask of Makers Mark and smoked Pall Malls in non-designated areas during the same Dodger game, I think our city is still metaphorically around.
And contrary to what you read, we didnt sing America the Beautiful during the seventh-inning stretch. We sang Take Me Out to the Ballgame. And it sounded fuckin great.
Robert Gonzales Alhambra
In Claiming the Camera [April 1218], Holly Myers reveals more of her own postcolonial guilt than she does the virtuosity of Seydou Keïta and Malick Sidibé. It seems that Meyers lacks the faculties to see the work of these great photographers as anything other than an extension of her own muddled and confused perception of Africa and its people. She referenced one of the more charming pieces in the show but failed to realize the very person of whom she spoke (one of them wearing a sombrero-like hat) was the photographer Sidibé himself. With so little care taken in absorbing these powerful images, it is no wonder that Myers was forced to fall back on grade-school rhethoric on the ills of colonialism. She missed an opportunity to talk about this work in a way that pays homage to its artistry rather than the colonial powers that the subjects of these pictures so clearly defied.
Cauleen Smith Hollywood
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