Letters

From the May 2007 issue

Peace on the Border

David Weigel’s “Peace on the Border” (February) is billed as an explanation of “why anti-immigration conservatives fell flat in 2006.” Weigel pulls the mainstream media trick of labeling people who are against illegal immigration as anti-immigration.

I am against illegal immigration because I do not want benefits from my tax dollars going to undocumented workers. Also, from a national security point of view, it doesn’t do the government any good to search everyone on a plane for toothpaste while we let thousands of potential terrorists cross our borders everyday.
Nick Graves
Kokomo, IN

After the Damascus Spring

Guy Taylor did a great job writing about Syrian bloggers and Internet freedom in “After the Damascus Spring” (February). If you’re looking for a delicious irony, consider my story: I created a political website for Syrians inside Syria. It was blocked and nobody in the country could view it.

Why? Not because of Assad or some other Syrian control freak—because of godaddy.com, from which I bought the domain name. Because of U.S. sanctions, no one inside Syria (or any other sanctioned nation) is able to view any site that GoDaddy registers or hosts. Is that insane or what?
George Ajjan
Clifton, NJ

My interest in the field of Internet freedom has led me to research the Internet situation in China, where, very much like Taylor reports from Syria, the government uses the Internet to track down its opponents and restrict citizen activity. But it is very hard to find actual evidence and testimony from Chinese citizens still living within China’s borders. Taylor’s insightful and fascinating article has the advantage of testimonials from people on the ground in Syria.
Gal R
Jerusalem, Israel

Pot Clubs in Peril

Thanks for a great job on the article “Pot Clubs in Peril” (February). I operate the club at 194 Church Street that is mentioned in the article. I hope the article brings attention to the fact that no access is worse than limited access. We now face an additional hurdle: Despite the fact that we serve wheelchair-bound patrons at the door with a discount, there is a possibility that our permit will be rejected due to the fact that we are not wheelchair-accessible.
Mike Barbitta
SF Medical Cannabis Clinic
San Francisco, CA

Working for a physician who writes recommendations for medicinal marijuana users, I have found a problem with the way the state has implemented the ID card program. The program itself is not a bad idea, just a poorly thought-out one. Since the state dates the card a year and a day from the time the picture for the ID is submitted, it opens up a loophole. Patients can skip seeing a doctor for up to one year but still have access to medicine and a free pass with law enforcement.

Only two counties have agreed to match the dates of the IDs to the dates of the prescription. The others seem not to care even when warned of the high potential for abuse. The health departments have the authority to change the way dates are recorded on the IDs while still following state law; they just do not want to deal with this matter.
Jared Stratton
Oakland, CA

We the Living Dead

An intriguing side note to Tim Cavanaugh’s review-essay on zombie films (“We the Living Dead,” February): George Romero has pointed to Richard Matheson’s 1954 horror novel I Am Legend as an inspiration for Night of the Living Dead. Matheson’s novel itself has had a long and still-ongoing afterlife on film: It was first filmed in the mid-’60s as The Last Man on Earth, a low-budget Italian-American co-production starring Vincent Price; it was remade and reimagined in 1971 as The Omega Man, a high-budget Charlton Heston vehicle; and it is being remade right now, right here in New York City, as I Am Legend, a very high-budget, high-profile production. It will star—interestingly, in view of Annalee Newitz’s thesis that zombies are symbols of racial oppression—Will Smith.
Mary Ellen Kelly
New York, NY

The Politics of Pants

Charles Paul Freund’s “The Politics of Pants” (February) brought back memories. My late father used to complain about the love his baby boomer kids had for wearing jeans or, as he invariably called them, dungarees.