By Amy Silverman
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By Weston Phippen
Woodpecker-head, don't you go anywhere? Anywhere at all? Just look around you at any red light, any grocery store, any theater, anywhere! Everywhere we are infested. We Anglos are the minority. If you say you haven't noticed, then you are a liar.
Do you listen to the radio, dodo? Notice the number of Mexican stations? Not only are they cluttering our airwaves and imposing their bass-ackward language on us, but their Mexican stations all come in loud and clear. Which is more than can be said for some Arizona favorites: KEZ, KNIX and KUPD.
My daughter received a flier inviting her to a recent community/police meeting to discuss the current rapist/murderers still loose on our city ("Fear Factor," Paul Rubin, July 27). Can you believe this bilingual flier was printed in Mexican and had the English translation at the bottom? What the fuck is going on?! Can you tell us, featherman? Your readers want to know: How and when did the safety and welfare of the fucking illegal Mexicans become more important than that of the rightful, true citizens of the United States?
We are still the United States of America, right? Isn't English this country's "official" language? Don't all immigrants need to learn English? Oh, wait, these are illegal immigrants. For illegal immigrants, we go out of our way to make sure they get all they need to screw us! Why are we catering to these fucking criminals?
D. Batterman, Phoenix
A life-altering experience: As a Hurricane Katrina evacuee and a lifelong New Orleanian, I felt obligated to comment on your article about my fellow evacuees ("Desert Storm," Katy Reckdahl, July 13). It amuses me when outsiders try to assess evacuees' situations without really knowing the magnitude of what happened.
A large portion of New Orleans was composed of people living in poverty, some of whom tried to make better lives for themselves while others lived welfare check to welfare check and took advantage of the system. I'm sure many of these people are trying to milk the system here in Arizona just like they did back home, but there is one difference: To these people, Phoenix isn't home.
I escaped Katrina relatively unscathed. My husband and I managed to evacuate safely the night before, so I cannot imagine what it was like for the people who were trapped in the Superdome or stuck on their rooftops for days because they did not have a way out of the city. These experiences are life-altering, and many of these victims are probably in need of counseling to help them cope with what they went through.
I'm not trying to make excuses for the lazy ones out there who refuse to get jobs, but I sympathize with those who are trying to make it in a new city in which they did not choose to live. We didn't want to flee our beloved city; we had no choice but to leave.
Christy Lorio, Scottsdale
Editor's note: As a sidebar to the "Desert Storm" cover story illustrates, the author of our articles on the Katrina evacuees living in Phoenix was herself a Katrina survivor. In fact, Katy Reckdahl has since returned to New Orleans with her young son to write about her city in ruin.