Luke Turf wrote a balanced, beautiful story proving that we all need a little Charity sometimes. Lisa Norwood's story should make even the most die-hard anti-social-program cynic see that there are a lot of families that simply need some help, and without it, we may lose out on the innate goodness and intellect of kids like Charity.
Turf didn't rail against the system; he just let Charity tell it in her own words. Thank you, Westword!
Angela M. Pleasants
"Faith, Hope...and Charity" should be required reading in every school, in every government-welfare office, and for everyone of the "victim" mentality who believes that the only way to get a leg up in this country is to get a handout. What a motivating, inspiring piece of work! If a nine-year-old girl can have such a positive attitude for her people and be so driven to succeed in spite of crushing poverty and so much adversity, what excuses do the rest of us have? Wake up, everyone, and listen. Change your thinking. Change your life. The power lies in you.
Charity Norwood is wise beyond her years, and hats off to her dear mother, who instills such goodness and beauty in her children, as well as the values of ambition and responsibility. These are the true heroes of society, people all of us can look up to. Charity broke the cycle, and I have no doubt we will see her do great things.
"Stalk Market," Michael Roberts, April 19
Michael Roberts, you suckup.
Joanne Ostrow is a TV columnist, not a reporter for Time or Newsweek, and she was wrong in her premise -- a fact you kept missing in order to aim at a TV-show host on cable who hardly anybody watches. Media-on-media critique is hysterical, as it leaves out real people: the viewers and the listeners. Anytime somebody gets off for drunk driving that kills someone, that should be the story -- not the reporters.
Fort Worth, Texas
"A Kick in the Dick," Adam Cayton-Holland, April 12
Well, it was nice to read something about soccer sucking from someone who likes it. I've been playing soccer for twenty of my 24 years, and I can't stand watching Major League Soccer. It was also nice to read something about soccer without the words "boots, pitch and football" in it. It's hard to stand up for a sport that everyone makes fun of when you can't stand the product that we put on the field.
"No Pain, No Gain," Joel Warner, April 12
I am very interested in what happens to the Enclave. I was just getting into the scene when the Labyrinth got closed down. Some friends and I were going to Colorado Springs one Monday a month to a club down there doing Japanese rope bondage -- very tasteful stuff. But one day a reporter came down and saw what was going on and they had to stop doing it or close down. So needless to say, we don't do it anymore.
When Onyx was around and had its fetish nights on Saturdays, we also had tasteful bondage and whippings. This pretty much just shows how our rights are being taken away little by little. When Denver has a sex convention and/or a tattoo and piercing convention, all the religious freaks come out to protest satanic beliefs and whatnot, because they do not understand us and fear us.
I, for one, am tired of being walked on by these people. We should not have to live in Vegas or L.A. or New York City. I don't care that they don't like us, but let us live our lives the way we want to live them. We don't mess with their lives. We don't challenge the fact that they have to have a church on almost every single corner. I know that a lot of us are actually very religious and enjoy both our faith and BDSM. I just wish people would stay out of our business. If you don't like it, then turn your head, as you have done for centuries.
Ask a Mexican, Gustavo Arellano
I find it ironic that someone with the surname Gallegos -- which is of Spanish origin -- would write to say that Ask a Mexican is a waste of space. In his April 5 letter, Dave Gallegos's facetious suggestion was that the column be replaced with "Ask an American," to better voice how "we" feel about "illegal Mexicans from Mexico stealing our IDs so they can work here." My guess is that Gallegos's ancestors probably didn't receive an engraved invitation to leave their homeland and pillage the indigenous peoples of Mexico -- thus permanently infusing their bloodlines with European DNA. I'm also curious as to what Mr. Gallegos does for a living. Somehow my guess is it doesn't involve washing dishes, cleaning toilets or picking produce for minimum wage.