Letters to the Editor

From the week of April 25, 2002

Our Neighbor From Enron

Lou Pai, go home: I would like to thank you for "The Mystery of Pai," Alan Prendergast's exquisite April 18 story regarding Lou Pai and 77,000 acres of the most beautiful land in Colorado. Everyone who read the story should be outraged with Mr. Pai's behavior. It is stories like these that grease the wheels of government, and I applaud you for bringing this situation to light.

On a more personal note, I believe I speak for every man, woman and child in the state of Colorado when I say to Mr. Pai: "You are not welcome here. Sell your ranch and get the fuck out of Dodge."

Chris Woodruff
Littleton

Crouching ambiguity, hidden profiling: Alan Prendergast's fascinating coverage of the la sierra case left me with deep concerns about the real issues at hand. In an opening paragraph, activist Shirley Otero says the fight is now about globalization, about Enron. Yet Prendergast fails to ask how Pai's involvement really relates to Enron and whether Enron is really about globalization -- or just about greed, corruption and shoddy regulation. The globalization angle also implies a subtle role for Pai's Chinese identity. The cover art, the title of the sidebar ("Crouching Greed, Hidden Losses") and the reference to Pai's stripper wife ambiguously exoticize the sources of his greed and dismissiveness, miraculously distinguishing him from previous greedy/dismissive owners of the ranch, yet Prendergast never directly addresses the race issue.

The shame (and the mystery) of la sierra transcends globalization, and it most certainly transcends Lou Pai. It's the shame of a nation unwilling to honestly face the consequences of our Manifest Destiny. It's the shame of a helpless legal system. It's the shameless egos of wealthy and powerful men. But above all, it's the shameful threat to the legacy and livelihood of a threatened community.

Why not leave the racial profiling to the reader's imagination and put the long-suffering people of Costilla County on your cover?

Randall Kuhn
Boulder


Metal of Honor

Ore, please: I found Stuart Steers's "An Either Ore Situation," in the April 11 issue, a refreshing change from Westword's usual crime, corruption and oddball-characters lineup. I learned more about titanium than I ever thought I'd want to know and enjoyed every minute. Thank you.

Sheila Randolph
Denver

A monumental blunder: Further proof that you are living in a "world-class" cowtown: Denver hires another out-of-town architect to design another shortsighted, taxpayer-funded monument undoubtedly already scheduled for demolition to make room for another unnecessary taxpayer-funded convention center or sports arena with bad seats, inadequate bathrooms and lousy food.

Obviously, even the movers and shakers in Denver are hicktown rubes who let the whores run the show. Oh, well, at least it will be world-class wasteful and expensive.

Ancel Phelps
Denver

Titanium lasts forever: "An Either Ore Situation" was very thorough and interesting. An important medical use that Stuart Steers did not mention is in prostate-seed implants. The radiation material is inserted in titanium capsules; the radiation material (there are several options) decomposes within a short time -- e.g. weeks or months -- but the titanium stays there forever.

Wade Biggs
via the Internet


Butt Seriously, Folks

Five grand stand: Well, I had to respond to David Holthouse's April 11 article, "The Hot Seat," about the Broncos screwing a hundred people in the elite "whine and cheese" section. Why anyone in his right mind would shell out five grand to Pat Bowlen after he butt-fucked the City of Denver in the "naming rights" fiasco, I can only fantasize about. If Don Olguin gets to keep his five grand, I can tell him how he can save face this season. Do like the other two million of us "poor" fans: Buy a case of beer and some chips, and sit your ass in front of the TV! It's the best seat in the house, and no ten-minute wait to take a piss. Best of all, the only beer line I see is my nice cold beer lined up in the fridge.

I agree with these people: They got deceived. I just can't believe that there were 8,000 of them in Denver stupid enough to sign a five-year deal with the Broncos.

Steve Grahame
Denver

A matter of Coors: My wife and I really appreciated "The Hot Seat." I just wanted to give you some feedback from our perspective.

First of all, we think there are a lot more people out there just like my wife and I, who are unhappy with the Club Level but paid the money because we knew we were in for a legal battle and didn't have the time, resources, etc., to "buck" the system. In fact, I did e-mail the Broncos and ask to move back to our seats in the north end zone, and they reminded me in a very straightforward manner that we still had two years on our Club Level agreement and they would not release us from it.

We believe the Invesco Field Club Level did not live up to its advertised description of "the ultimate in luxury seating for those who do not desire a private suite." Most of us had experienced Club Level at Coors Field and made a poor assumption that since Invesco was charging a much greater premium for its new Club Level, it would be even better than Coors Field's Club Level. This was a terrible assumption, and now we feel like we are being held hostage by an inferior product.

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