Hogan's a Hero
As an advocate with the Arizona Center for Law in the Public Interest, I had the good fortune to work for Tim Hogan during his tenure as executive director. Tim is as described by Michael Kiefer in his article ("Timely Tim," April 9). He is also a fair and decent man who treated his employees with respect. When the center split in 1995 and the rest of us became the Arizona Center for Disability Law, we lost the leadership and integrity possessed by Tim. He truly was our "conscience."
The most important and rarely used word in the "Timely Tim" article on Tim Hogan was "principle." This is in contrast with more frequently used words in discussing the Bank One Ballpark, Jerry Colangelo and the stadium sales tax--those are "money" and "greed." The stadium-tax issue involved both principle and money, principle being the vote and money the tax. But the emphasis has been on the tax, the money. Those opposed to the tax have been called "tax whiners." This distorts by mislabeling the real interest of more than 100,000 registered voters who signed initiative petitions for a democratic vote on the stadium tax. If they must be labeled whiners, let's be truthful and call them "denied-vote whiners."
This "tax whiners" name-calling gives new meaning to the expression "Taxation without representation is tyranny." In our early history representation, the principle was most important; today that has given way to taxation, money and greed. In the play Damn Yankees, Joe Hardy sold his soul to the devil for baseball. Maricopa County has sold a democratic vote for baseball.
Michael Lacey's attempt at slamming Jerry Colangelo in a cute and subtle way just sickens me ("Dome Luck," April 9). It reeks of jealousy and hidden despair of a bad childhood. Jerry has improved millions of lives, not tens, not thousands. I'm sure you can pull a skeleton out of anyone's closet, but when you do it for profit, then you're a sellout piece of trash, and I will not read anything else written by trash.
"Phoenix New Times," or "Bank One Gazette"? It's been with failing faith and utter disgust that I've noted stories weekly, for more than a month now, concerning the Bank One Ballpark ("Dome Luck," "Take Me Out of the Ballgame," "Fiddling With the Roof"--a veritable triple-header of its own accord, April 15).
Understanding that the onslaught of anything "new," in any town or city, will be under watchful scrutiny for a given amount of time, I am curious to see just how long it might take this monolith of expense and hype to simply fade into the rest of Phoenix's haze and traffic congestion. Not that this monstrosity of Capitalistic Extreme has done anything to hinder the growth of those two common elements, with traffic backed up for hours at a time during Game Day, but the tales of these "uninspiring" events are seemingly swept under the great rug of Jerry Colangelo's noggin. Instead, we read of personal attacks or grievous sorrow for the House That Jerry Built.
Hey, I've got news for everybody: If I had the same finance and connections, I'd have done the same damned thing. "Like more cash for your coffers, sir?" Perhaps I'd have rebuilt traffic control in the surrounding vicinity as well, but that's not truly the point.
We've read enough of BOB, from those who either approve or decline the existence of yet another "Wish I Was a Big City" Phoenix attraction. It's here to stay. It does no good to complain or cry accolades; BOB is a done deal. Let's hear something other than "Take Me Out of the Ballgame," New Times. This rusty tune is washed out at best. And far beneath the writing talents of New Times staffers.
I want to tell you how much I enjoyed reading Deborah Laake's article on Jerry Colangelo ("Our Hero") in the March 26 New Times; I found it informative, believable and fascinating. I think she was right in predicting that Jerry C. would not like the article because he won't think it's fair!
Ironically, the article left me with a generally very positive impression of the man . . . sure, he has some warts, but which of us could withstand that amount of public scrutiny and prove to be wart-free?
Thanks for producing a great example of what good journalism ought to be . . . interesting, thought-provoking and balanced!
I was intrigued by Barry Graham's article "The A Team" (April 2) regarding Paul Johnson's apparently substanceless or hollow introduction of himself as a candidate for governor while the political entourage was in Tucson.
My point, albeit perhaps cynical, is who cares what a hollow politician has to say? When we get in today's voting booth, we press a button, and a megabyte of energy allegedly goes accurately--who knows where? It's not that election results aren't allegedly "verified"; sadly, it's impossible to verify the results. That's the point. It seems obvious that in what has now become a "virtual democracy," we won't be getting much more than virtual candidates to wag the dog.
How could anyone be a party to sending a child back to Nigeria to be mutilated and still be able to sleep at night? This story ("Blade Runner," Barry Graham, April 16) is very disturbing to me and makes me sick to my stomach at the thought of what could happen to her if she is deported.
Thank you for caring enough about this child to bring her story to our attention. If she is deported and her father is successful in having her mutilated, each and every person that had a hand in deporting her will be guilty of child abuse, and should be held accountable.
Regarding "The Internet Internist," by Paul Rubin, March 19: This is just the tip of the iceberg. These unscrupulous murderers should be brought to justice and be made accountable with more that just a tap on the wrist. With 65 years of nursing, I could tell a couple horror stories myself besides my own experience with the doctors. Thank you for bringing these truths before the public.
Julia White, R.N.
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