South Park Shocker
What about the priests? The account of Carlos Coy, the "South Park Monster" [by John Nova Lomax, June 6] and his sexual abuse of young girls was superbly written. The sad, sordid story was objectively presented.
It is also a dramatic contrast to the scandal of the many Catholic priests who have for decades fondled, abused and raped innocent children after gaining their trust as spiritual mentors. Whereas a jury, finding Coy guilty, sentenced him to 45 years in prison and a $10,000 fine, have any priests ever been tried and sentenced for their crimes?
This is another example of the hypocritical inequity of the U.S. justice system.
Taking offense: First of all, I ask myself what kind of ignorant, asinine person would write something like Coy being a hero "to shaven-headed brown kids in baggy print shirts and jeans, those sons of yard men, road builders, roofers and dishwashers, the youths caught between two cultures but not particularly valued by either "
I have to say, I am not a big fan of Carlos Coy, not just because of what has come out recently in the media, but I am not a huge fan of his music. Therefore, I'm not defending him. But if you're going to write an article to voice your opinion on someone, try not to offend a whole race with ignorance.
Name withheld by request
Editor's note: Writer John Nova Lomax based that description on the words of Coy himself. In interviews and published comments, it was Coy who characterized his followers and his target audience in that manner.
An agonizing case: The ending to South Park Mexican is such a contradicting and confusing one. I say this because as a Hispanic growing up in the barrio, I know how difficult it is. Discrimination is huge to the Mexican-Americans and African-Americans.
I must admit that I indeed listened to SPM and really enjoyed his music. It was different and yet real to the truth. I have a cousin and friend who grew up across the street from Carlos Coy, and she always had good things to say about him. However, as the mother of a six-year-old daughter and a son who is two and a half, it is stomach-wrenching.
To think that someone who struggled so much in life to accomplish his very own success can throw it all away for pure perversion. I find it a tragedy and yet a blessing, unfortunately at the sacrifice of that poor, innocent little girl. A blessing because the conviction of Coy means there is one less sick, perverted person on the streets jeopardizing the safety and sanity of my two children.
Leslie Y. Rodriguez
Think of the victim: John Nova Lomax's article about Carlos Coy, or South Park Mexican, was extremely well written. While it is unfortunate that all of the hard work Coy put into his career will practically go to waste, it is vastly more unfortunate that a young girl, who will one day be a woman, will have to live her entire life with the grotesque memories of that awful night. These memories, and the feelings that result, will haunt her each and every day of her life.
Coy's incarceration is just. He should have known better. But I hope that instead of just being locked up, he will undergo therapy to treat his pedophilia, because in the end, I'm sure he's not an evil person. No, he's a very, very ill man.
However, Judy Johnson's comments (that it's unlikely that pedophiles can change their urges) were disturbing. The foremost concern for all involved is the safety of our society's children. If you allow him out of jail, he'll still desire to be "fucking all the little young bitches in high school." And you certainly cannot keep all children away from him on a constant basis. It's impossible.
Keeping him out of society is the only way to ensure that he can never again shatter a child's -- and a future adult's -- innocent life.
Questions of Life
Case study: I just wanted to say that I had a similar experience at The Woman's Hospital ["Child Support," by Brian Wallstin, May 2].
I delivered my son at 23.5 weeks. I had recently seen a news story about Sidney Miller from my hospital bed. I, too, asked for a DNR (that heroic resuscitation measures not be performed). The lawyer, neonatologist and my OB-GYN came to tell my husband and me the policy that any newborn weighing more than 500 grams will be resuscitated.
My son is doing fine with no apparent delays at four and a half years of age, but I recently reviewed my hospital records and saw that there was no mention of the conversation about the DNR. Even worse, my doctor had written something to the effect that he "will proceed with full resuscitation per patient's request." This is certainly not the conversation we had.
I'm really just thankful that my son is all right today.
Miss Glass House: Felicia Farrar is a fine one to use as a reference on David Beirne [The Insider, by Tim Fleck, June 13]. Note that she was concerned only with the Houston mayoral race. As far as she's concerned, the west end of the county doesn't exist. Beirne offered to run the Democrats' primary, as the county has for both parties in the past.
She insisted on doing it herself. She failed to even appoint election judges for half of the precincts. Half of the cronies she did appoint failed to show up, leading to a last-minute rush by GOP workers to gather the supplies and run her primaries for her.
As for poll watchers, they cannot speak to voters, and can question workers only if they see something being done wrong. Sounds to me like the officials she appointed in those precincts were "intimidated" by transparency, when outsiders observed them flaunting basic election rules.
There were problems under Beirne's watch (notably machine errors and untimely vote counting), but "Miss Glass House" is hardly the right person to cast stones.
Singing the Praises
Opera fans: As subscribers to Houston Grand Opera since 1970, my husband and I are proud to renew our seats for next season ["Bloody Monday," by Marene Gustin, May 30].
Our two opening-night prime seats went up only $200 for next season, which includes some really grand opera.
Yes, they cut staff and had to trim expenses. Good for them. We give David Gockley a standing ovation for his foresight and for giving us outstanding singers and productions.
Stripper's ball: Wonderful article on Fanny LaFaye [Night & Day, "Hoochie Hoochie, Ya-Yas, Ta-Tas," by Craig D. Lindsey, May 2]. I loved her show. It was a great mixture of comedy, tease and entertainment.
About the only thing you left out was that the show is much more than just the extremely wild and energetic LaFaye. There were some six or eight other women who do rather interesting acts such as the Masochists' Tango and, of course, the lovely singing of Miss Lola.
And the show definitely wasn't just for men; my wife thoroughly enjoyed herself as well (think George Foreman -- "no relation" -- with the bananas).
Not So Tony
Christmas grinch: I was a frequent patron of Tony Ruppe's restaurant ["Luby's Has a Chef?" by Alan Truex, May 30]. In your article, Ruppe places the blame of his restaurant's demise on September 11. I think that's a lame excuse.
I booked a Christmas luncheon at Tony Ruppe's months in advance. When I made the reservation, I explained that this was a special lunch and requested a table with adequate space. I told him we would be there for at least three hours and requested that the restaurant "keep the drinks flowing" and have my favorite liquor in stock.
When we arrived, we were seated downstairs, not upstairs as promised. No one would wait on us. Our drink orders were late, and we soon learned they did not even have a bartender or our requested appetizers. At this point, I was really embarrassed.
Ruppe offered no explanation other than a shortage of waitstaff. He could have made hundreds of dollars off us had they had a bartender, had the food listed on their menu, and cared enough to make it a special luncheon.
When Tony Ruppe's opened, it was a great restaurant. I recommended it to all my friends and co-workers. It is no surprise to me that the restaurant closed. Ruppe should realize he made bad management decisions and not blame September 11.
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Hidden chicken delight: After using your dining reviews [Cafe Capsules] to search for real Jamaican jerk chicken like I tasted in Montego Bay, I stopped at the Reggae Hut and Fusion Café, both listed by your paper as good choices for Jamaican cuisine. But the jerk chicken in both locations was drenched in some sort of peppery sauce that was not what I had in Mo-Bay.
I was ready to give up when I visited the Tropicana Grill on Bissonnet. It has been taken over by renowned Jamaican chef Neville Monteith. The jerk chicken is hand-rubbed with seasoning and then chopped and grilled as they do in the islands.
Also, try the curry goat and chicken, and don't forget the beef patties, which are cheaper than at Fusion or Reggae Hut. This is the real deal!
Raymond W. Johnson