Society's child: I'm not a big fan of Westword, and I'm not a big fan of stories that are written about people who are down and out for the exclusive purpose of advancing a political agenda. That said, I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading "Lost and Found," Luke Turf's article about Baby Girl in the June 2 issue. It was engrossing and informative, and, as far as I could see, was not written solely to blame society for one person's misfortune.
I was glad to see that there are organizations and people who are trying to identify, educate and help those whose situations are similar to Baby Girl's. I've just one question: Was Luke able to maintain an emotional distance from the story? Is it possible to maintain an emotional distance from the story?
The hard cell: I used to wonder why the population difference between men and women in prison was so high. Not anymore. If this "victim of the system" -- or whatever you are trying to paint this girl as -- had been a man, she would be in prison, where she belongs, for many years.
Who cares about her stupid little wannabe-gangbanger fantasy memories or her broken-home sob tales? Who doesn't have sad stories to tell? Why make it look as though it's some kind of excuse for being a crackhead hooker with a bunch of welfare kids who's eaten up more of our tax money than she will contribute in a lifetime?
What these people -- and by these people, I mean crackheads, welfare recipients, etc. -- don't understand is that no one in this world owes them shit. Most people really could not care less if some hooker dies with a crack pipe in her hand in some alley. I certainly don't. No one but themselves is responsible for their lives. There shouldn't be a government office dedicated to coddling and otherwise holding people's hands who aren't adult enough to take care of themselves.
The victimization of people like this is very irresponsible and should stop.
Coming clean: I don't appreciate "Lost and Found," Luke Turf's story on Baby Girl in the June 2 issue. It's no one's fault that she's a crackhead. I know firsthand that she has had more chances to clean herself up -- by our grandparents and by my parents. It's ridiculous that you bought her, hook, line and sinker. It's nothing but attention, and you just gave her a whole shitload of it.
Life is what you make of it. I've been around all the same shit she has, and yet I managed to go to college and get a degree. All you've done is contribute to her pity party.
Please relay this message to her: If you want to be clean, clean yourself up. Thanks.
Jeremy (Baby Girl's cousin)
Little girl lost: The girl in the story, Baby Girl, is my sister. Well, we grew up calling each other that. We lost touch a few years ago; I have been looking for her everywhere. Please tell her I miss her and am very worried about her. My heart aches for her after reading this.
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' Roid rage: Thanks for "What's the Beef?," Eric Dexheimer's piece in the May 26 issue. It was nice to see an intelligent, comprehensive article about steroids instead of the usual hysteria.
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Return to sender: I would like to thank you for two very interesting articles regarding anabolic steroids.
In "A Bulky Blue Line," I do have a problem with what Arapahoe County investigator Mike Knight stated. In 2002, a package that was later found to contain anabolic steroids was delivered to my home. This package was not ordered by me and was never inside my residence. It was never opened, either -- which was a condition for a search warrant. The officers obtaining the warrant lied to a judge by omitting pertinent information, and elaborated on what was in the home.
Knight states, "Inside the house there was ample evidence of steroids, including used and unused syringes." This is another lie. If this were true, why was my case dropped in a preliminary hearing? In my sixteen years as an officer, I have never participated in a preliminary hearing that was not bound over for trial. This shows how poor of a case they presented. There were no used syringes in my home, and the unused syringes belonged to my fiancée, who took doctor-prescribed estrogen shots. No traces of steroids were found in the home. I was not "lucky," as was stated; I was innocent.