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The Park is Theirs

Posted 6/9/2010

Oh poor, misguided Barry Kessler ("Get on the Bus," Mobtown Beat, June 2). Would anyone who valued their life or their property even walk through Druid Hill, let alone live there? There is a reason the middle-class residents moved out. Like most parts of the inner city, it has become a free-fire zone of crime, drugs, and violence.

While a park is a noble idea, Kessler has apparently not been in Pikesville or Randallstown in a while. The Jewish flight for a safe residence is going on even now.

As a former resident of Brooklyn Park, I watched as the middle class moved out and the inner city moved in. It is now a cesspool of prostitution, drugs, and murder. Maybe they just need a park.

Curtis Leigh Kidwell

Immigrate legally, and don't make us learn spanish

Your paper reports that the Baltimore City Council approved a resolution opposing Arizona law dealing with Latinos crossing the border into the state illegally (Councilmania, June 2). There is nothing wrong with immigration. In fact, most of us are sons, grandsons, etc., of immigrants, but they came in legally.

Richard L. Lelonek

There have been hordes of immigrants coming into the country, especially from Mexico and South America. Many of these are here honestly, and are merely looking for a better way of life. This is totally understandable, and we should do whatever we can to help them achieve this.

Many, however, are not legal, and unless they change their ways, we should reserve the right to send them back from where they came. If their own government has mistreated them, then they are those most suited to settle this any way they can. This is only fair and sensible.

As for making Spanish our country's second language, my feeling is this: Yes, it would help to learn Spanish, or whatever else is needed, as this way we can communicate better with them. However, it is quite another thing for the government to breathe down our throats and demand that we must. And I have learned that, if we put these things on a voluntary basis, in the long run the problems will be solved much better.

After all, America is a generous country and I am sure many people would be glad to learn to help.

Judson M. Brandes

Clay chickens

Regarding Baltimore Clayworks' "hammered chicken" contest (Baltimore Weekly Highlights, June 2), I think it is disgusting that you are promoting this offensive project. You are encouraging people to buy dead chickens in order to make them look alive. Every one of those chickens suffered horribly while alive. Their beaks were sheared off with hot blades, they were crammed together (often standing on dead chickens), their legs and wings were broken, and they stood in their own filth.

A live, healthy chicken looks one hundred times better than a clay one fashioned from the body of a dead one.

Elinor Israel
Akron, Ohio

There's No Such Thing as a Stupid Question

I go back and forth with Vincent Williams; this time I'm on his side ("Yelling," Social Studies, May 26). My youth was full of adults offering me what I like to call "enthusiastic encouragement." In simpler terms, my parents, as well as my grandparents, cursed like sailors. Of course, with my 5- and 3-year-old girls, these people are angels. Now, while I can't say that Mr. Williams speaks for an entire generation, I've unfortunately witnessed parents my age speaking just like my parents did, and more openly. Right in malls and playgrounds, with no concern for who is around. However, I find myself always explaining the "whys," and trust me, my daughter has a "why" for every little thing. Or, a new one to me, "What kind of (blank) is that (blank)" i.e. "What kind of squirrel is that squirrel?" And I hate to tell her I don't know. I mean, I'm Daddy; I'm supposed to know it all, right? Anyway, I can also count how many times I've said, "BECAUSE I SAID SO!!"

Mainly, I think because I want them to be nurtured and aware and more intelligent, I don't want them to shy away from asking questions. I know when I was a teen, I hated to ask questions. I felt stupid, because I think my family made me feel so, and I don't want them to feel like that. I want them to question every single thing they are not sure of, or they don't see a reasoning behind. The only time this backfires on me is when we catch a bus or a light rail and they question me about other passengers' motives for doing or having particular things. But yeah, I want them to be inquisitive and curious about the world around them. Even though it can annoy me to no end, I still find the resolve to answer their questions, no matter how simple.

Darryl Clark

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