By Ray Stern
By Ray Stern
By New Times
By Amy Silverman
By Stephen Lemons
By Stephen Lemons
By Monica Alonzo
By Chris Parker
What utter incompetence! I advocate putting those who convicted Mr. Krone in the slammer and let them feel real justice. Why are these clowns allowed to run rampant? Taxpayers need to wake up . . . we're paying the bill for their gross negligence. They should be terminated immediately.
I am in favor of prosecuting those who bend the laws to pad their résumés. Let them pay their debts to society just as criminals do when they screw up this badly. When they are finished paying their debt to society, enroll them in a sex offender program and list them in perpetuity.
Give them a taste of what it is like to destroy a person's life.
A real page-turner: Wow! I must say that this was the most captivating and interesting article I have read in a very long time. Robert Nelson did a wonderful job in covering all the details of this horrible injustice Ray Krone experienced. I couldn't stop reading this article from start to finish. What a horrible thing Krone went through, and how great that, after such an experience, he is doing something to help prevent such injustice from happening to others. Thanks for such a great story and for writing in such a way that was both easy to follow and intensely interesting to read. Give this guy a raise!!
Allison Chatham, Mesa
Welcome to Phoenix -- now go home: It never ceases to amaze me how many people decide to move to Phoenix, and then spend every waking minute complaining about how shitty it is.
George Tabb's column from the April 21 issue, "Acting Strangely," is a perfect example. It's filled with subtle (and some not-so-subtle) hints that he can barely tolerate living here. For instance, he wonders wistfully if Phoenix -- this "cowboy-and-one-whore town," as he calls it -- will ever "become a cultural center" like New York or L.A. He pokes fun at Phoenicians who "just seem to be amazed by celebs," something he doesn't understand, because in New York, where he came from, "you see them so much you just ignore them." He seems genuinely surprised that the locals he saw at the Phoenix Film Festival actually looked "urban" (whatever that means). And he's obviously miffed that he can't get an acting job in Phoenix (though, from the looks of his one-credit résumé, it's doubtful that he'd be able to land a part in Hollywood, either). Long story short, it makes you wonder why he bothered moving here in the first place.
Here's my advice to George (and other transplants who complain constantly about how lousy Phoenix is). Do the rest of us a favor. Leave. Please go back to the frozen, overpriced cultural mecca whence you came. It'll be great. You can trudge through a blizzard to see a Broadway show. You can get mugged at knifepoint on the subway on your way back from the Guggenheim. Heck, if you want to, you can even pay $3,000 a month for an apartment smaller than my guest bedroom. Have at it.
Besides, you'll be much happier there. And so will we: We won't have to listen to you bitch anymore.
Aaron C. Schepler, Mesa
Federal (Head) Case
Who's to blame?: Thanks for the interesting story on the guy from Ghana who confounded clueless U.S. government immigration lawyers for all those years ("The Thing That Won't Leave," Paul Rubin, April 14). I don't know whom I'm madder at, the government or Emmanuel Agyeman.
Imagine, the feds didn't even know the guy's so-called wife had died until your writer told them. What a bunch of idiots! Doesn't it seem that that would be the first thing you would check for a person seeking a green card?
But what a nut this guy is. It's hard to fathom staying in jail for seven years -- when you could go home to relative luxury -- just to make a small point. I guess I have to give the guy credit for his commitment.
I only wish you guys had been able to get to the bureaucrats, or main bureaucrat, in charge of the case -- I'm sure the mere mention of Agyeman's name practically sends him into orbit. You could make a movie out of this case.
Terminal condition: Excellent tale about Emmanuel Agyeman. I loved the reference to the movie The Terminal. Tom Hanks was brilliant as the immigrant in that movie. I can just see a Stanley Tucci-type character blowing a gasket over Agyeman's barrage of legal motions.
One thing I can say for Agyeman, he stuck to his guns. Very few people have crazy commitment like that. I'm surprised Paul Rubin had the guts to call him on his lies. I wouldn't want Mr. Agyeman on my ass!
Maggie McTeer, Phoenix
Jerk this: Come on, if you guys want to write a tear-jerker, why not write about the thousands of people deported for criminal offenses who spent their whole lives in the United States? Those who were brought here as infants, grew up in our system on an unlimited-duration green card, and when they got into trouble -- like American citizens often do -- got automatically deported.
Prior to Republican changes to immigration law in '96, such cases were often waived by immigration judges as a matter of fairness. Since then, thousands have been deported to countries they've never known, where languages are spoken that they don't understand.
And this is just because Republicans can't differentiate between adults who come here and commit crimes within a short period of time and those who came as infants and lived their whole lives here without any requirement that they become citizens.
Mark Fuller, Tempe
The best bash: I really enjoyed your "Music Showcase" edition (April 14). What a rundown of music you had in there! And kudos on the Music Showcase event in Tempe. I had a hell of a time, and I think it was the best New Times music bash ever! Good job to you guys at my favorite newspaper.
And tell John Dougherty to keep up the great work on that goon Joe Arpaio. Someday our sheriff will get what he deserves, and that's kicked out of office to rot in a nursing home in Sun City.
Garland Thompson, Tempe
Too much information: What a party you guys threw in Tempe! It was a terrific venue and contained some great acts this year. I love The Samples, and my girlfriend is a big Pokafase fan (I'm old and white, and she's young, hot and not).
We were able to hit both ends of the music spectrum at the same event. We went home stoned and satisfied; we made great love afterward.
Jim Westerfield, Tempe
U2 Can Be a Critic
Stating the obvious: I'm sorry. I must have made a mistake. Whenever I pick up New Times, I expect there to be news inside. The fact that U2 is made up of a bunch of egocentric sellouts -- not to mention pathetic losers -- is nothing new ("World Leaders Pretend," Joe Watson, April 14).
The throngs of worshipers in line for U2's shows makes me sick. These people are all hopeless. Their lives could mean something, but they have wasted them. It's sad.
Mene Tekel, Phoenix
Walking the walk: I have also been a longtime fan of U2. However, unlike Joe Watson, my opinion of U2 has only gotten better. Personally, I'll take my favorite rock stars who put their money where their mouth is. It is so hypocritical for New Times to all of a sudden criticize U2 for postulating.
I admire Bono for walking the walk, unlike most. I find it refreshing that Bono uses his influence to attempt to bring positive change, instead of using it to fuck as many women as he can get his hands on.
Catherine Peterson, via the Internet
Better with age: Who lets Joe Watson saddle up a computer keyboard and ride into the sunset of stupidity?! His slam on Bono and the great U2 will go down in New Times history as the stupidest music review ever. And there have been some really fucking stupid ones -- just read Brendan Joel Kelley from week to week!
Let me get this straight . . . Watson is mad at U2 because Bono is socially responsible. What, he's supposed to be the typical drug-crazed rock star degenerate? And his point that U2's music is "socially immature" is utter bullshit. The band, if anything, has gotten better over the years. Watson's a dumb motherfucker!
Don Rose, via the Internet
On the Edge of mediocrity: Joe Watson put it best when he said, "Sadly, the jig is up" regarding U2. Like him, I was a big fan of the band until the last few years. I sincerely hope they don't continue to make fools of themselves like the Stones are doing.
If you knew sushi . . . : This is in response to Stephen Lemons' article about Sakana Sushi & Grill ("So-So Sushi," Cafe, April 14). I have been a customer of Sakana since it came into existence. First, I don't know how delicate an eater Mr. Lemons is, but as a delicate sushi eater myself, Sakana's sushi is some of the best around town.
The owner, Nobu Sawai, is particularly concerned about the freshness of the fish. After reading the article, I've come to think that Mr. Lemons' opinion about Sakana could have been biased by an unpleasant personal experience there. I also would like to stress that if people who have dined at Sakana were surveyed, the majority would agree that the food and its service are topnotch.
Inkwon Lee, Scottsdale
No accounting for taste: Somebody must have gotten your restaurant reviewer Stephen Lemons' panties in a bunch! First he destroys the Armadillo Grill in Phoenix ("Road Kill Rules," Cafe, March 31), then he plunders Sakana Sushi & Grill in Scottsdale. Has he got something against grills, for barbecue's sake?!
I'm kidding. I love Lemons' style. I also loved the sanctimonious assholes who wrote in to blast him for his review of the Armadillo (Letters, April 14). It goes to show you how little taste people have in this town.
Now, I've tried Sakana, and I didn't have the same bad experience as Mr. Lemons, but I've got to say there are many better sushi places in the Phoenix area. Sushi on Shea, for instance.
What I enjoy about Lemons' stuff is the wit. Even if I don't agree with him, I always get a smile, if not a belly laugh. Consider regarding the Armadillo: "You might need a stomach of armadillo hide to successfully digest some of AG's entrees." And: "The pasta had been cooked too long, and was flaccid and mushy. Maybe the chef thinks 'al dente' is where you go to get your teeth cleaned."
Keep it up. It takes a lot to make people laugh.
Al Rohan, Phoenix