Thanks for the fine analysis: Damn! Where did that come from ["Blowing It," Sept. 17]? Ron Russell's story on our corrupt Elections Commission's failure to implement instant runoff voting was honest, quality journalism.
I've been involved in the effort to push the city to do what it's legally compelled to do -- implement IRV -- from the beginning, and Russell's piece was surprisingly detailed and fair. An article like this tempts me to sneak a peek more often. Well done!
Bring in the feds!: I am a native of San Francisco, but moved to Chico almost three years ago. I read Russell's article on how S.F. officials dropped the ball on IRV. It is my hope that legal means will be pursued to see to it that the corrupt San Francisco officials are not able to prevent the voter-enacted IRV from being implemented in 2004.
IRV must be implemented next year in San Francisco even if it means that an order has to be issued by the federal courts, and if federal monitors are ordered to San Francisco to supervise the election. Furthermore, if Supervisor Gavin Newsom wins the runoff, it is my belief that IRV supporters must go to the courts to have that election thrown out, and a new election must be held using IRV.
White folk have no monopoly on crunchiness: Sometimes I wonder if the local media herd, so intent on feasting from the same monocultural trough, takes the time to remove their blinders and notice the field of colorful flowers they're standing in. This is San Francisco after all, one of the most diverse cities in the world, bursting with multicultural explorers of the self and the world.
But you wouldn't think that after reading Hiya Swanhuyser's review concerning Jeff Greenwald's show at the Marsh, Strange Travel Suggestions ["Strange Symbols," Performance, Sept. 17]. Her suggestion that the show is for "... white [people] wearing Teva sandals and batik" made me wonder if I, as an African-American photographer, traveler, and good friend of Greenwald's, should attend the show wearing whiteface.
The mildly insulting assumptions throughout the review seemed the grazings of a writer that hasn't looked up from a trough long enough to realize that white people aren't the only batik- and Teva-wearing soul searchers.
What a jack-off the Friendster CEO is: I had been feeling pretty negative things about SF Weekly lately, but Lessley Anderson turned me around on it ["Attack of the Smartasses," Aug. 13]. I laud her for the way that she handled the subject of the Friendster.com imbroglio.
Sounds to me like Friendster CEO Jonathan Abrams is hissy-fitting over the use of his creation for other things than the purpose for which it was created, which was to help him meet girls with cute looks, 9-to-5 lifestyles, and predictable personalities. Some people see these sorts as "grown up." I see them as being stuck in an adolescent rut of attachment to the security of conformity.
The thing is, even generic humans will subconsciously back away from people who try too hard to be one of them. Abrams obviously tries way, way too hard: No wonder he can't find a date. If he wasn't such a jerk, getting so bent out of shape about people having harmless fun, he'd likely have much better results.
Demitria Monde Thraam
But it sure sounds like fun: I have been waiting for something like Proposition 54 all my life, since I first heard about racial discrimination and prejudice ["Connerly's Con," Bay View, Sept. 10]. Yes, do away with racial classification and categories as Prop. 54 spokeswoman Diane Schachterle advocates. Of course, it won't work unless you also take the next important step in such a bold remedy and also blend all the races together. It's a racist nightmare.
Of course, all the organizations which are profiteering off of racism will stand to lose out as well (it's too bad for them). This is the way God meant for people to live race free. What did Martin Luther King Jr. say? "By the content of their character, not by the color of their skin."
Get all the agencies to gather their statistics, who would help the people, from the people. Of the people by the people for the people. Mix everybody together, if you believe we are all equal; or leave this planet.
In our Sept. 17 issue, we were so busy ogling the picture of the Devil-Ettes on Page 38 that we forgot to credit the photographer, Jeremy Harris. We're not sorry for checking out the ladies; we do apologize for spacing the photo credit.