By Ray Stern
By Ray Stern
By New Times
By Amy Silverman
By Stephen Lemons
By Stephen Lemons
By Monica Alonzo
By Chris Parker
It is a shame that public figures, lately athletes, are being targets of sexual-abuse allegations. Shame on those who lie to extort money from wealthy individuals. I work with people who have scars from sexual abuse, and it just breaks my heart. I hope that for Kim Adams' sake she is telling the truth, because if she is not, the guilt will ruin her life.
I feel for KJ, but if he is guilty of some misconduct, then he can receive counseling himself. This is coming from a great fan of the Phoenix Suns and of KJ. I have a poster of him at work, and I admire the guy for what he has given the unfortunate teens.
I hope that the truth comes out and this serious allegation is put to rest, as I also hope that both parties involved will walk away from this with a lesson learned.
Why is the name of the girl in the Kevin Johnson story being withheld? She is taking this allegation public at no risk to herself and every risk to the accused. I think her name and her mom's name should be released--that would certainly make her claims a little more believable.
Editor's note: As a rule, New Times protects the identities of victims of alleged sex crimes. Exceptions include cases in which the victims agree to be identified ("Not Victim Enough," March 27) or, in this particular case, the alleged victim makes good on a threat to initiate litigation.
I don't take the topic of child molestation lightly. However, it seems apparent that Kim Adams is emotionally disturbed and Kevin Johnson, for all his wonderful philanthropic efforts, should have applied the same tact he uses when dealing with the media and overzealous sports fans: red-flag caution.
KJ has a big heart but lacks judgment. Because he tries to live "righteously" does not mean he is infallible. So what, he has been exposed as having weaknesses. This is a lesson for KJ that he cannot save the world, but he should choose his battles wisely.
In the Know
I wanted to thank David Holthouse for the public apology to Phoenix's own Know Qwestion (Coda, May 1). I personally feel that KQ was all too deserving of a music award (category: hip-hop), and that's not just because the band members are beautiful and I love MC Cash, either--I promise!
I'm not trying to diss the Shinndiggs by any means, but I just have my doubts as to whether they would have won had the contest been truly fair. Though disappointed with Gibson's, I am thankful to New Times for even having KQ as a nominee. I, for one, believe the band will have its time to shine and its due far more than the 15 minutes of fame everyone is entitled to.
Dunce Cap and Gown
I am very disappointed with the appalling behavior of the Wilson Elementary School District's primary principal Jane Juliano and superintendent Roger Romero ("Little Drummer Boy," Terry Greene Sterling, May 1). Their actions on firing music teacher Keith Ballard, without a doubt, show that they are not qualified to hold these positions. What the teacher was asking for was not out of the question, inasmuch as the Wilson district is one of the richest in Arizona.
If Juliano and Romero were doing their jobs correctly, they would have seen one little boy's improvement in his grades, because of the opportunity he had. This is an injustice even to one little boy, not considering the many other children. Taking the drums away from him hurt him as much as it would hurt the principal and the superintendent to lose their jobs or their homes and cars.
How can the Wilson Elementary School District's Jane Juliano and her school board call themselves educators? They had a program that raised students' self-esteem and grades and gave them something to look forward to, then they pulled it out from under them.
This is not just about politics; it's about bigotry, plain and simple. Multicultural? Oh, my--that would mean the students would learn the music of other countries and races and maybe grow up to be tolerant and open-minded and respectful of one another's ethnicity and lifestyle--what a nightmare!
I grew up in a large inner city on the East Coast. I was fortunate to have a music teacher who dared us to dream and celebrate our diversity. This was the late '60s and early '70s, when the world was in a different kind of turmoil. This wonderful teacher allowed us to listen and learn about what was going on around us through the music--from Bob Dylan's protest songs to Tito Puente's salsa to the magic of George Gershwin.