Re: Robert Greene’s “Sam
[Wal-Mart] and His Pals” [October 10–16]
. When I moved to Los Angeles this
summer from Georgia via Arizona (two “right to work” states), I hoped to find
a more progressive sensibility. On October 13, however, local law enforcement
mistook me for an Orange County Republican out of her regular neighborhood.

It happened on the Oxford Avenue sidewalk between Seventh Street and Wilshire
Boulevard, at the scene of organized union dissent near the Ralphs grocery store.
Wearing “lockout” signs and corralled by police, the union members tried to
march, chant and picket in the pathway where I often take a late-afternoon walk.
I held a “thumbs-up” in approval of their wanting to stop Wal-Mart’s incursion
into the major grocery market with nonunion, low-paid workers. The line of passing
cars, seeing my thumbs-up and my support for the strikers, began honking in
solidarity. In this context, I began — with the strikers’ smiling approval —
to make my way down the western portion of the sidewalk toward Wilshire, until
a policeman blocked my path.

“Ma’am,” the officer with the short-cropped sandy-brown hair said, “there’s
been a gas leak on the street, so you can’t go down this side.” I asked, “Isn’t
it really about this grocery-store strike and not a gas leak?” Here’s the part
where he apparently mistook me for a Republican. “Well, that’s right,” he said
with a grin, as if I’d naturally join him on the corporation’s side.

Admittedly, I have the white-girl-next-door-grown-up-to-midlife look of an
Orange County Republican. And police officers take pride in their profiling
abilities. The officer’s chummy demeanor and behavior changed suddenly when
I said, “So the public isn’t supposed to see this?” With a great display of
zeal, and physical movement close to my person, he directed my retreat to the
Oxford/Seventh Street crosswalk, then to the opposite side of the street.

Having met the face of covert authoritarianism in reform activities outside
California, I know the beast who readily turns and rends the citizenry. The
beast didn’t gore me on October 13, but then, it wasn’t my fight.

The right to assemble, to protest, to strike — how important is the right?
Thomas Jefferson, founder of my law school (the University of Virginia), championed
dissent as integral to democracy. But it’s now a brave new wage world, isn’t
it? Freedom? When it comes to the prevailing privileged social forces, and the
guards hired to protect the status quo, you have only as much freedom as you’re
compliant enough not to exercise.

—Ruth Sproull
Los Angeles


In “Blue
Tuesday” [October 10–16]
, Steven Mikulan captures the hue (and cry) of that
one day only, a day of mourning for all progressives, but mispaints the color
of the Green Party’s steady and sustainable growth. Peter Camejo got more 2002
California votes than Nader in 2000, and in my own 2002 re-election I polled
over 1,000 votes more than in 1998. The Green trend is up, with the sole exception
of the progressive defections to stop Schwarzenegger.

Eventually it will all come down to issues like corporate abuses and fair
taxes. Camejo’s debate successes opened voters’ eyes to the marvels of multipartisanism.
C’mon, L.A. Weekly, don’t give up on the Green Party!

—Mayor Pro Tem Kevin McKeown
Santa Monica (Green Party)


Bill Kelly wonders why the candidates have so little to say about the environment
[“The Silent Campaigns,”
October 3–9]
. Because they don’t have to. Because enviro liberals have ceded
any power they might have held over their elected officials by relentlessly
supporting Democrats regardless of actual progressive environmental accomplishments.
This “Democrats good, Republicans bad” mantra has had the doubly negative effect
of encouraging Democrats to take their votes for granted while allowing Republicans
to strategically turn a deaf ear to their pleas. The fact is that many progressive
journalists — the Weekly’s own Marc Cooper for one — have admitted that
Schwarzenegger’s stated environmental goals are to the left of Davis’, despite
the embattled soon-to-be ex-guv’s predictable support from environmentalists.
The ironic thing about liberals in California is that they seem to accomplish
far more when they are in the minority than they do when they control all three
statehouses. Maybe a Republican governor is exactly what they need to get back
on track.

—Tony Blass


Re: Erin Aubry Kaplan’s “Black
Like I Thought I Was” [Cakewalk, October 3–9]
. As an American of African
heritage, I have known some very “black” white folks, and by the same token
(pun intended) I have known some very “white” black folks. What makes you who
you are comes from how you see yourself and your world. The way we walk, the
way we talk, ‰ the way we choose to enjoy life and the way we dress are all
part of who we are. Wayne Joseph’s ancestors made a choice of who they were
based on what they believed and what they saw, and made a choice to live in
a way that they found reflected the place they found most comfortable. Blackness
— or, for that matter, whiteness — is not a matter of pigmentation, but a state
of mind.

—H.L. Warren
St. Charles, Maryland


I continue to be impressed by the writers for the L.A. Weekly — Ernest
Hardy, Harold Meyerson, Steven Leigh Morris, Derrick Mathis and now Erin Aubry
Kaplan. In “Black Like I Thought I Was,” she writes, “Race is still America’s
bane, and its fascination,” and I couldn’t agree more. America’s relationship
with the concept of race is a complicated issue, and Kaplan delivered an insightful

—Joe Hernandez-Kolski
Los Angeles



I appreciated Allan MacDonell’s evenhanded take on the lurid life
of John C. Holmes [“In
Too Deep,” October 3–9]
. I also appreciate saving the nine bucks I was going
to spend to see Wonderland.

—Lisa Jenio
Los Angeles


In “Connecting
the Dots” [October 3–9]
, Bill Bradley, writing about Arnold Schwarzenegger,
states there were no SUVs in 1978. The Chevy Blazer, GMC Jimmy, Ford Bronco
and Dodge Ram Charger all instantly spring to mind. A small point I know, but
I’m a car guy. I can’t help it.

—D.K. Williams
San Antonio


I recently moved from L.A. to northeast Mississippi, and was getting
all wistful about L.A. while reading your 2003 “Best of” lists [October 17–23].
Then I noticed that you were recommending the creepy miniature museum on Wilshire
Boulevard as one of the hoppable galleries in the LACMA area. Hmmmmm. That struck
me as strange, since when I first moved to L.A. in 2000, I found those museum
doors already very closed, with a big “For Rent” banner hanging outside. For
a moment, I thought that the museum might have resuscitated itself, but quick
research reveals that it was just wishful thinking on the part of your writers.
The collection is now in Naples, Florida, and I’m guessing it’s been there for
some time (see
Surely your fact checkers should be able to do a better job than someone who
now lives thousands of miles away.

—Megan Bean
Starkville, Mississippi

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