FAINT PRAISE IN
I am writing in regard to Ben Ehrenreichs article Sí, Se Puede! [October 2430]. As a rider on the route that Ben writes about, I found the article simultaneously compelling and frustrating. While he attempts to highlight the day-to-day of the ride, he unfairly takes out his personal frustrations on Carolina Bank-Muñoz. Carolina served as the educational coordinator of her bus and as such was responsible for developing activities and facilitating discussions that helped riders learn from one another. She was also the translator, which accounts for the greater proportion of the time she was on the microphone had Ben cared to listen, he would have noted that.
Secondly, what Ehrenreich writes off as a PR attempt belittles the fact that people boarded these buses, risking their lives and the lives of loved ones, for social change. Two-thirds of the staff on the buses (i.e., the legal team, the educational coordinators and bus monitors) were unpaid volunteers. It is not often that you have Latinos, Asians and African-Americans, Catholics, Muslims and Jews join together to promote change. Ehrenreichs flippant, semi-sarcastic remarks do a disservice to the true meaning behind the events he witnessed.
I will say this: I feel that Ehrenreich did a good job highlighting the experiences many faced while migrating here. He humanizes the often invisible immigrant and makes the point that we are still here, and that we matter to this city, this state and this nation.
United We Improve
Thanks to Robert Greene for his excellent follow-up article on the Silver Lake communitys response to increased gang activity [Silver Lake Fights Back, October 2430]. I was especially pleased that he chose to portray me as someone who felt it is important to take responsibility for a misunderstanding that occurred.
Mr. Greene left unresolved just one point: Be it the Church of Scientology, the Catholic Church or any other church, the gay, Latin, hipster or any ethnic culture, we are operating on no hidden agendas in Silver Lake. What I have observed to be true is that our community, since the inception of the Silver Lake Improvement Association (a group I founded in 1989 to confront rampant drug-dealing and gang violence), has united and remained united in furthering the achievement of these goals: the creation and maintenance of a clean and safe environment and the betterment of our youth.
And now, with the election of myself and 20 other people of diverse backgrounds and cultures onto the Silver Lake Neighborhood Council governing board, our community has yet another vehicle to bring constructive change. The products of this group in the years to come will demonstrate what a community that pulls together without bias can get done to improve conditions for all.
This is a fan letter to Sam Slovick. Thanks for your story on hustling in L.A. [The Geography of Hustling, November 1420]. The distinctions you draw between prostitution and hustling, your locating of some damaged something at the core of whats being filled up, and your straight-up telling of the story without sentiment wow, this is a killer combination and a fabulous way to write and report!
With Pals Like These
Nikki Finke quotes my pals regarding me, false details about my job as Critic-at-Large at Entertainment Weekly, and my supposed refusal to live in L.A. as a reason for declining a TV-critic position at the Los Angeles Times [Deadline Hollywood, The Queens of Hollywood, October 31November 6]. Who are these pals? I would like to seek them out, as Ive always wanted one or two of those. Also, if Finke had really spoken to pals or done a lick of research, shed know that I lived in Los Angeles for four years, when I worked for the late, great Herald Examiner.
New York, New York
Finke responds: Ken Tucker is not as friendless as he may think. And he acknowledged by e-mail that Ive been trying to reach him for months and months.
Nikki Finke doth protest too much. In her snide piece The Queens of Hollywood, she seems to take great pains to second-guess the talent, the hiring or, in her kind words, the settling for of former Salon staffer Carina Chocano in one of the best and most influential jobs in all of TV critic-dom, Howard Rosenbergs recently vacated perch at the Los Angeles Times. My favorite sideswipe is her closing lines about Hollywood asking whether or not Chocano has Howard Rosenbergs chops to push hot button issues. Over the years, it seemed to be that whenever Rosenberg pushed one of his buttons, hot or otherwise, his column, and the reader, wound up on the wrong floor.
But I digress.
Nowhere in her mean-spirited article does Finke mention that she herself was a frequent Salon contributor at the same time that Chocano was writing for the same magazine (133 hits when one runs Finkes name through Salons search engine).
Do I detect the fermentation of sour grapes that a former colleague got a gig that Nikki or any entertainment writer, for that matter might covet? Full disclosure and giving the new kid on the Times block a chance to actually write something before second-guessing her talents might be in order.
Finke responds: Ive already had the pleasure of working at the L.A. Times. And Ive never wanted to be a TV critic.
Thank you to Nikki Finke for providing a public airing of Sean Walshs unethical (if not illegal) smearing of Rhonda Miller [Arnolds True Lie, November 713]. What a guy, eh? I hope Ms. Miller takes legal action if she can.
I heard about your article and heard Ms. Miller and Gloria Allred during an interview on Brian Copelands program on KGO Radio, San Francisco.
Dig Deeper, Corporate Weekly
Why the L.A. Weekly and hundreds of other publications around the world devote so much time to the Strokes crap still amazes me the power of the corporate monster. When I saw their first video a couple of years ago, I thought, This has to be a joke. My 16-year-old daughter even disliked them. Giving the Jokes two full pages again just baffles me when there are hundreds of artists in Los Angeles alone who are much more creative and actually know how to play their instruments. Doesnt it make sense to give valuable editorial space to bands that can play and have a positive message for our society?
In this weeks Weekly we have to read two writers takes on the Smokes [October 31November 6]. Neither of them really likes the Dopes. The reason they do sell out shows is not because theyre good, its because when you have a pile of shit to choose from, some of that shit is on top. So we have the Brokes. Since we are in a world of follow what the media tells you to buy, they buy it.
So the Corporate Weekly, I mean the L.A. Weekly, has to suck more ass and give the byproduct to its readers. You should do L.A. a favor and dig a little. Dont review something because it says RCA. If you guys really want to hear some good music Ill be glad to send you some.
A Hole in the World
Just a note to pass on to Alec Hanley Bemis that he did an outstanding job on both his remembrance of Elliott Smith and his original interview earlier this year [A Considerable Town, October 31November 6].
Because he was the most important artist (musical and otherwise) of my adult life, Elliott Smiths death, to me, is of monumental significance. I was sad for Kurt Cobain, Material Issues Jim Ellison and others, but Elliott . . . hes up there with John Lennon in my book.
Although I never had the privilege of meeting him in person, it comforts me to know that Im not the only one who feels real grief like Ive lost a friend. I mean, after listening to his music, who could not feel that they knew him?
When I saw Elliott Smith play in Chicago back in 2000, he walked onstage looking dirty and bedraggled, pockmarked and as close to a homeless person as you could get. And then he began to sing, and play, and before my eyes he transformed into the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
I know Elliott Smith had problems big ones, evidently and I dont make him out to be a saint. But, in addition to his talent, in addition to his genius, he had something else; the guy wore his spirit on the outside. Theres a hole in the world that will never be filled from this loss.
St. Louis, Missouri
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