Running on the Race Card
The insanity of black betrayal: While reading the story "Black on Black Crime" [February 21], I became sad, hurt, and angry. For all that we have gone through struggling against a system that denied us our rights as human beings being treated no differently by our own people is morally reprehensible.
I look around this town at these so-called black leaders, the black city council members and most of these black preachers, and I cannot think of or identify one who truly cares about defending and protecting our rights. Their actions are not consistent with the things that they say. This is how one should determine their level of sincerity. They have no real pride in being black. They use their blackness as a sound bite or when it is politically expedient to play the race card to line their pockets. They have become corrupt, greedy, and selfish, pushing their political agendas which, more often than not, never benefit the masses. They have sold us out. Black construction workers have experienced this insanity for years with the "help and support" of many of these so-called black leaders in our wards, while others just turn a blind eye of approval by their non-action, because they "all get a turn" to secure their political careers or line their pockets. We must begin to hold those so-called black leaders accountable and vote them out of office when they are not representing in real ways the needs of the people. The polls are one place where every black person can fight the black man's cause with dignity and with the power that everyone understands, respects, and fears. We have the political strength to change our destiny.
John A. Boyd
Cuyahoga County Central Committee
Ward 6, Precinct G
Playing Flat for Cleveland
Bashing the balding every chance we get: Scene, what the fuck is going on?
First you attack Jimmy Dimora ["King Cuyahoga," January 31], the fat kid on the playground who is standing up to Republican bullies, and then go after a violinist ["Sour Notes," February 14]? A bald violinist?
Here's a little something to keep in mind before trying to tarnish one of the few bright spots of this flailing city, where even the rats are sticking out their thumbs to catch rides down I-71: Property can't even be given away downtown, hardened lifelong ghetto-dwelling criminals are saying "This place sucks," the Browns look incredibly similar to a stain on a tow truck driver's underwear at the end of his shift, and yet, Cleveland has managed to cling to one of the finest cultural institutions in the United States, the Cleveland Orchestra.
The sad-but-true fact is that there are very few superlatives about this city other than being the poorest in the nation. It is in incredibly bad taste and extremely churlish to bash a man and a collective that casts the city so favorably, and actually brings visitors with fully charged platinum cards as opposed to crystal-meth runners on their way from Youngstown to Toledo.
Does Rebecca Meiser even know Vivaldi from her vulva? Who the hell attempts to disgrace a violinist?
Maybe Scene can dispatch a reporter to insult freshly discharged chemo patients from the Clinic? How about alienating Peter B. Lewis so he packs up all of fucking Progressive and takes it to Utah? He walks with a limp, you know? Great fodder. LeBron James? Ever think about throwing him down the well? He had a child out of wedlock. That must qualify for the Scene sausage-maker. The Wolsteins are long overdue for a smash in the mouth, too.
Bashing bullies is on the list too: Kudos to you on exposing the infamous Mr. Preucil ["Sour Notes," February 14]. It was one of those situations very common in classical music that I assumed would never come to light. I'm thrilled you went for it. I can't tell you how many young lives have been ruined by such people.
I just got through reading many of the "lovely" comments following your article. It's the Stockholm syndrome, where the very people most abused are those who celebrate and love their captors. It's quite amazing, and you can see how pent-up people are after decades of this crap.
Santa Monica, California
Here There Be Hippies?
Winterstar more than a rave for oldsters: When Jared Klaus sat down to write "Oldstock" [February 21], he must've been hung over and in a bad mood from too much partying. Why else would he focus on the attendees' age and speculate regarding drug use?
My wife and I have attended quite a few Winterstars, and we have enjoyed the many diverse workshops and musical performances, as well as the company of the eclectic mix of people of all ages who attend. But that was barely touched upon in the article. Mostly Klaus seems interested in dismissing any real information about the event's programming and musical offerings in favor of painting the attendees as "aging hippies" and in describing the cabin parties as a "rave." That is not just insulting it is inaccurate.
There are many folks of all ages at Winterstar. Most are there to learn and share in a laid-back and positive environment that is non-judgmental and non-threatening. Many of us have formed lifelong friendships, and we feel that Scene is doing a real disservice to its readers by making us out to be a bunch of burnouts.
When Scene sends a reporter to cover a concert, is he or she expected to write about the audience and to speculate as to what they are ingesting, or are they expected to focus on the music, the band and the performance? There were two and a half days of workshops, classes, and concerts at Winterstar 24. What about them?