. . . keep your ass inside after 3 a.m: I just finished reading your article ["The Killing Fields," September 12], and I must say: So what that a few a-holes pissed someone off and got killed? I do not see a real tragedy here. The killing of an innocent person, someone attacked without cause -- those are situations in which the public needs protection.
I knew Michael Carter, and was not surprised to hear that someone killed him. Michael was neither a nice nor likable person.
The murder rate will continue to rise when our population consists of selfish individuals who have no respect for others. My mother always told me that nothing good happens after 3 a.m. If Michael was home, he would be alive today. If Devin took responsibility for himself and took his medication, he would be alive today.
Dig out the roots in the killing fields: Thanks to Scene for giving the many grieving families in our city a voice. The murder rate in Cleveland this year is expected to top that of the last few years, and this has to be unacceptable to all of us. Things must change. Yes, we expect the police to solve each and every murder that takes place; but, more important, we must get to the root of the problem of why we now live in a society that no longer values life. Killing shouldn't come easy, and justice should be swift.
Don't cop an attitude -- help a cop: This is absolutely absurd. How can people blame the police, when they are doing everything they possibly can? This city needs to wake up and start helping the police instead of hindering them. People need to help the police with everything they know, so they can put these scumbags away. If you are tired of these crimes, then you need to take action when things happen, and not react when nobody knows nothing.
Calling the Kettle White?
We can't even pronounce castigate, let alone pull it off: For the second week running the editors of Scene have had the temerity, the unmitigated gall, to comment on the lack of racial diversity in the newsroom of The Plain Dealer [First Punch, August 29]. This casting of the stone of racism by the editors of an alternative weekly where the staff actually prides itself -- to the point of drunken, public bragging -- on its total lack of diversity goes beyond the pale.
I was actually inspired to go into journalism as a profession by some of the incisive, muckraking championing of the underdog I found in the Village Voice years ago. So quite naturally I held out hope that once Scene was purchased by your chain, it might come out of its firmly entrenched racist past -- but obviously this is not about to be the case. However, the editors of Scene should refrain from speaking the truth about another publication, when that truth is more applicable to their own . . . or at least common sense and common decency would seem to dictate.
Nonetheless, this pot calling the kettle black by Scene has brought some comic relief to black readers and journalists here in Cleveland, but further entrenches the notion that white America indeed still suffers from a severe form of debilitating schizophrenia in matters racial. For the editors of Scene to castigate another publication for being racist is actually sick -- and sickening.
Mansfield B. Frazier
EDM fans -- Hot on the dance floor and under the collar: In analyzing the electronic dance music scene around West Sixth ["The Dwindling Tribe of Dance," September 5], I'm amazed how you managed to avoid Mercury entirely. It boasts a good dance floor most nights of the week and DJs who play many forms of dance. Within the past year, headlining DJs Ben Watt, Charles Feelgood, and John B have all played to a packed audience.
There are many parts of the Cleveland EDM scene you missed. B-side and the Grog Shop have hosted an array of performances from some of the world's top artists -- Ellen Allien, Modeselektor, and Jamie Lidell, to name a few. While these may not be household names with your average downtown crowd, there is still an audience in Cleveland. It's no different from the hundreds of indie bands who come to the Grog and Beachland each year, yet are below the radar and equally unknown to the mass population. A trip to B-side on Sunday will show a healthy mixture of both EDM fans and indie rockers going nuts on the dance floor (and furniture).
Touch in Ohio City is another EDM-friendly establishment. You will have those nights where a sweaty haze consumes the lower level as the legendary Derrick Carter provides the soundtrack. While I suppose you would clump this into the realm of "the cult of dance" gathering "in dingy clubs," I challenge that yours is a cynical, biased point of view.
If I were going to write an article about the current state of dance music, I would look ahead and touch on what is changing, as opposed to writing a story that sounds five years old. What I see are underground scenes, which once clashed in terms of attitude and music preference, now coming together for nothing other than their basic desires to party and dance. That is the real story, in my opinion.