How many working-class minorities live in Susan's building, with units selling at more than half a million dollars?
Frank (Francisco) Alberti
Send in the clones: James Hibberd's "Home Sweet Clone" was sad but true. As a refugee of a covenanted neighborhood (an oxymoron), I have vowed never again to live in this state of oppression. These people are not only living too close to the forest to see the trees, they actually live in the forest of sameness. Diane Santangelo sums it all up with her statement: "You have every diversity. You have everything from $100,000 homes to the $1 million homes."
I guess that means financial diversity versus good old cultural diversity. What is frightening is that so many people are attracted to this robotic lifestyle. It is no wonder that American Beauty was such a huge success: Over half of America is living this life. The sermon by David Meserve was the biggest joke of all: Genesis 11, where all cultures came together and built a city? The problem with applying this to Highlands Ranch is that there is only one culture there -- white middle-class suburbia culture -- and I doubt if the Tower of Babel would pass the architectural committee's idea of acceptability. I truly feel sorry for the kids raised in this kind of atmosphere; it is not surprising that there is a higher incidence of psychological disorders among these children, since freedom of expression outside of their dwelling is prohibited.
I live in West Washington Park, where I can walk down the street to Wild Oats or over to the wonderful restaurants on South Gaylord Street or to South Pearl Street to visit a true neighborhood pub. I have a bus stop across the street from my house that will take me right to the light rail into downtown. I live three miles from my job and never sit in rush-hour traffic. I don't have to ask my neighbor or anyone else if it's okay to plant an oak tree in my yard. When I give someone directions to my house, I can describe it and not worry about them walking up to my neighbor's house. I can walk to Washington Park on actual sidewalks and let my daughter feed the ducks and squirrels. When I go grocery shopping on South Broadway, I get to listen to another language spoken. And when I want to experience the suburban lifestyle, I take a drive to Park Meadows and eat at the food court after seeing a movie at the megaplex, and then I drive back home and thank God that I am able to live and raise my daughter in a wonderfully chaotic neighborhood.
Wiretapping: This is in regard to Patricia Calhoun's October 11 "Busted!," about women complaining of intrusive airport searches, and her followup in the October 18 issue, "Screen and Screen Again." If you believe you have been sexually assaulted, call the cops and press charges. If not, remember we now live in a different era. A person hiding something in her underwear is a distinct and disturbing possibility. My advice is to suck it up, deal with it, ditch the underwire or stay away from the airport.
Women in Afghanistan would love to deal with what some folks consider to be a problem. They would trade places in a heartbeat.
On guard: I'm a sexual-assault survivor. I'm planning to fly out of DIA in December to visit family. I was stunned to read about DIA security fondling women. I understand the need for heightened security. But that does not mean that my basic human rights will be trampled upon.
Let me give DIA a heads-up. When I go through security, if no alarm of any kind goes off (wand or magnetometer), I will not let some security guard get his/her kicks by fondling me. If they try to keep me from getting to the gate, I will insist that the supervisor come down to security. If I am forcibly fondled, I'm calling the police.
In Colorado, touching someone's sexual body parts (even over clothes) for sexual gratification is third-degree sexual assault. I will not hesitate to call the police and have a complaint filed. I will then contact my attorney and have United Airlines and Argenbright Security dragged into court.