Cops hauled away my next-door neighbor last week. They say he molested four boys. When one kid was eleven years old, the physician “fondled his penis, masturbating him until ejaculation,” according to a police report. That was at a 1999 sleepover. The doctor repeated the perversion two years later, officers…
Phone-y He put a bug in our ear: Regarding Our Woman in Havana’s story, “Press Time” (January 11): In her previous article about waiting for Fidel to go, she wrote about how cell phones, and indeed even regular phones, were impossible for regular Cuban citizens to get. That being the…
He’s on a Mission This guy’s not a missionary: Great article about Shawn Beightol, “The Missionary” (January 4) by Rob Jordan, but there are other candidates for leader of the United Teachers of Dade who deserve to be covered in the same depth. Ron Beasley created the Spotlight Caucus, which…
Hit List Indy indeed: Regarding Dave Herrera’s “Independence Day” (December 28): I thought his list was great. (I especially liked the inclusion of the Arctic Monkeys and Band of Horses.) I couldn’t help but notice how much his intro echoed the discussion in my book in the chapter “What Is…
Angelic Discourse He deserved it: Emily Witt’s article “Executing Angel” (December 14) was very good. Excellent journalism! Great storytelling! Considering Angel Diaz’s background, I think he deserved to be executed. Normally I’m not a real fan of capital punishment. However, Angel proved to be beyond rehabilitation to function in our…
Which Witch The Hialeah one, of course: In reference to “Wicked” (December 14) by Francisco Alvarado: I am one of the “activists” who seeks to remove Seijas from office. She has repeatedly demonstrated gross incompetence. Consider, for example, articles related to Miami-Dade Water and Sewer Authority, over which she maintained…
Anyway, You Have Some Nerve My boyfriend is on his way over: I read Brandon K. Thorp’s stage review “Road to Self-Satisfaction” (December 7), and I must say it sounds like it was written by a guy who could barely graduate from a community college. I cannot believe you have…
So Art Basel is finally over, leaving in its book-fair-fatigued, film-festivaled wake a gasp of air before Winter Music Conference lethargy sets in. Barely a single installation, gallery, or wine-and-cheese reception was devoid of condescending hipster irony. In Miami Beach, limos did their regular thing, filling three parking spots and…
O.J.: Pro and Would-Be Con Nail ‘im: Regarding “If We Did It” (November 23): If I saw O.J. Simpson, I’d stab him myself. It would be worth it to go to jail for taking his fed-up @$$ off the face of this earth. I ask myself all the time: What…
Miami-Dade Animal Services faces an insurmountable task of education and control amid an unstaunchable flow of ignorance — the drama embodied by the 32,000-plus unwanted pets turned in to its shelter intake areas each year. (And those are just the dogs and cats that make it to the shelter; many…
If He Did It Errol, not OJ: While I appreciate the article in your November 23 issue, “If We Did It,” about creative solutions to the O.J. infestation here in South Florida, I refuse to believe that O.J. Simpson no longer has a useful role in society. I believe in…
Clothing in Miami is impermanent. There’s the resurgence of Eighties-inspired punk gear, the sometimes sky- high hemlines, leopard prints, and rhinestone-speckled handkerchief tops. They’re all like bottles of the new Beaujolais, to be consumed quickly and disposed of rapidly. Enter Karelle Levy, whose Krelwear line includes garments of lasting significance…
Good Cop Bad cop = big money: In reference to Carl Jones’s “A Snitch Seeks His Money” (November 9): If you castigate a police officer who — for whatever reason — came forward to tell the truth about police corruption, then you are sanctioning further police corruption. You are warning…
Here’s to Playboy And buck-fifty beers: The Bitch’s recent article about Jimbo’s, “Aluminum Can Omen” (November 2), was shortsighted and, if the intention was to describe Jimbo’s as a hippie retreat, more than a bit off the mark. By focusing on a few recent interviews and images depicted in an…
There are so many rude and incompetent public relations professionals (and of course many thorough, decent, and rigorous agents) right here in South Florida it is shocking to The Bitch that anyone would look beyond our area to obtain what is so readily, locally available. Yet at least briefly, incoming,…
Drug dealers outgun cops. A 23-year-old warehouse worker is shot dead over a five-dollar bet. A three-year-old falls from a second floor balcony and cracks her head because of a broken railing. At the two slums where it all happened, you pay the rent. Dilip Barot, a politically connected, Indian-born…
Somehow those who love art find a way — even in Miami — of pursuing their passion. Visiting a gallery, wandering through a museum, keeping up with Tokion and Whitewall — all of these rituals occur regularly and naturally. But then comes the formal, fetishized annual mess that is Art…
Directorial Incompetence Hebert is hellacious: Thank you to Octavio Roca for castigating Bliss Hebert for his poor direction of Aïda in “Vigorous Verdi” (November 2). He has no business directing. I was appalled at his totally static direction of Lucia a season or two ago, but when I protested to…
He was a glutton, a drug addict, an absentee father. There are many more reasons, beyond sonic and canine aesthetics, to loathe Jerry Garcia in particular and hippies in general. Adrift in a sea of Grateful Dead skull-and-flowers logo-bearing T-shirts, The Bitch discovered yet another tangential motivation for crying “death…
From Guatemala to Ethiopia Watch that court: I want to thank Emily Witt for investigating and writing the article regarding immigration judges’ work vis-à-vis asylum seekers, “Mock Trial” (October 19). For the public, it is fundamental to bring and maintain high standards within the immigration system. Only through the public’s…
Woof! Woof! Maybe it wasn’t covered in the CliffsNotes: Regarding Daniel Renzi’s review of the GableStage production of Fahrenheit 451, “Burn, Baby, Burn” (October 19): I’m afraid Mr. Renzi hasn’t read Fahrenheit 451 the novel. If he had, he would have known that the Mechanical Hound (which his review calls…
It was midday-hot in the tony neighborhood just north of Miami’s Design District this past June 22 when as many as twenty snipers took aim with high-power rifles. A deep male voice shouted, “Get down to the ground!” Minerva Vasquez hit the dirt. She pressed close to her doe-eyed, seven-year-old…
