Violence in Our Midst
Regarding the L.A. Weekly’s article
and photo [September 30–October 6] on a gay Iranian man’s account of mistreatment
by the Iranian government, abuse — homophobic or not — deserves condemnation;
however, this is a daily occurrence worldwide as well as inside the U.S. itself,
so where’s the equal reporting and outcry? Progressive people should be suspicious
whenever alleged “human-rights violations” suddenly hit the headlines, especially
when the country in question is one that the U.S. government has announced it
intends to invade or, at least, politically pressure.
Not to say this man’s assault isn’t real, but so are the thousands of assaults
and murders of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people inside our own
borders and in countries that are allies of the U.S. Case in point: There was
no condemnation by the U.S. government when transgender youth Gwen Araujo was
murdered here in California. Where are the articles and photos on LGBT people
currently raped, beaten and mistreated in U.S. prisons? Only when it is politically
expedient does the U.S. recognize us as human, let alone equal.
If the U.S. really cared about the human rights of LGBT people, the Bush administration
would stop supporting the right-wing bigots who vilify us, and grant us full
equality, including the right to legal, civil marriage.
The U.S. wants to turn public opinion against Iran as a pretext to invade and
intervene. As it has in the past, the U.S. is exploiting the plight of oppressed
people to achieve its own narrow, political goals.
Blue in the Heartland
I am responding to “The
Big Red One — What’s the matter with Oklahoma?” by Jon Alain Guzik [October
7–13]. Though his experience with Oklahoma was true for him the week he was
here, I do need to tell you there is quite a contingent of Democrats in this
state that are determined to turn it into a BLUE state. Even the current governor
is a Democrat. Nice. I moved here from Los Angeles a year ago, and for fun,
I go to Democratic Party fund-raisers so I can feel comfortable politically.
I do, however, find the need to tread lightly in some circles. Though it seems
there might be more Republicans in Oklahoma, there aren’t. They just make a
very distinct sound that seems to drown everyone around them out. I have found
Republican Okies to be very mean and vicious about their politics (and gossip).
When I first moved here and was introduced around, some people said to me, “You
must know a lot of liberals out there in Caleefornia, doncha?” Like being liberal
was a terminal illness. But I do not despair, because many Californians have
relocated here and their influence on this state is just beginning. Guthrie
is my hometown, and I love it. Just know that everyone in Oklahoma is not a
conservative and Guthrie actually is a very nice party town. You should have
come to Guthrie when the International Bluegrass Festival was here. It’s the
best party in town (next to the Democratic Party). And the Guthrie High School
football team is “The BLUE Jays.” Yes, there are some distinct backwards country
folks out here, but you gotta have a sense of humor and realize there is some
material for a good screenplay in the red Okie silliness that actually exists.
I thought Scott
Foundas’ piece on George Clooney [October 14–20] was terrific and allowed
us to see a thoughtful person shedding a boxed-in “role” he has been assigned
in the media pageant. Foundas made a minor error, however, in calling Syriana
Steven Gaghan’s directing debut. Gaghan made a previous film, the not-so-ambitious
(and, frankly, slightly tepid) Abandon, in 2002.
Any Cheese With That Wine?
Great job on the Best of L.A. edition. I found your write-up
about Joe Coulombe — the Joe behind Trader Joe’s — very interesting. Even
more interesting was that the same man who believed we should have access to
affordable wines and cheeses is also helping bring us unaffordable jeans (True
Religion). Glad I’m saving all that money on two-buck-chuck!
Hawthorne, Née Rashomon
Suzy Beal remembers
the Hawthorne she lived in in 1966, and a grand piece of writing it was
(great water heater), but I worked at Northrop, and it never seemed to me like
that at all. When I started work there in 1965, I had to circle around the Watts
riots to get there, and in all the time I was in the area, it seemed nothing
like the quiet place she remembers. Quiet was where I lived in Newport Beach.
Hawthorne was the city, and there seemed to always be something going on. What
a different view two people can have of the same place of the same time.
La Paz, BCS, Mexico