Letters to the Editor

"What does it say about a paper when the only consistently good staffer people can point to is a cartoonist?"


Thanks to the Weekly and reporter Dick Clever for the in-depth look at the P-I and Times, their histories and characters, and what could be lost in the current court battle ["It Was in the P-I," July 16]. I was amazed at the depth of knowledge in the piece, as well as the very human look inside the paperssomething that is all too often left out of such analyses. It's rare to have someone of Clever's experience available to provide this look inside, and I truly appreciate Seattle Weekly's ability and willingness to provide space for this type of analysis.

Lorrie Thompson



Dick Clever seems more interested in pre-emptively eulogizing the P-I than discussing its future ["It Was in the P-I," July 16]. Which is fine, but how about some outsize ideas on how to keep it going? For example, why not turn it into a Web-only publication? Sure there are some revenue-stream issues to work out, but with this much unemployed dot-com talent in the region, surely they could find a way to become Seattle's premier online news source, push greater interactivity, and leverage first-class reporting that puts other sites to shame. It may not be the grandest of finales for the paper, but it sure beats some of the alternatives.

Frank Chiachiere



Alas, poor P-I; I knew it well ["It Was in the P-I," July 16]. I grew up in the '70s reading the P-I every day over my Wheaties because it was fun. It's a chore now.

Dick Clever knows the P-I will die because it forgot rule No. 1: Be different and compete like hell. I lived outside Seattle from 1986 to 1996. I ordered a subscription when I came back. I wondered whether I was getting my money's worth after only a few weeks. It seemed like all the stories I read I had already seen or heard the day before on the Internet. Tell me something I don't know! Isn't that what a newspaper is supposed to do? What does it say about a paper when the only consistently good staffer people can point to is a cartoonist? That's not a reason to buy a subscription. I canceled mine.

I'll mourn the P-I when it's gone. Two newspapers are better than one. But the P-I has no one to blame but itself.

Joe Follansbee



Please pardon my anti-tribal views, but my knowledge thereof is a gauge of biases between The Seattle Times and the P-I ["It Was in the P-I," July 16]. Over the last couple of years, I have been watching the difference between the two papers' reporting, and it strikes me that the only thing the P-I is good for is to keep The Seattle Times in check.

The Seattle Times at least reported that salmon runs on the Columbia River are over-bountiful this year; the P-I won't report it at all. The Times at least recognizes that there are two sides to the story; the P-I seems to have an agenda only to emphasize the "plight" of Indian tribes in the Seattle area. The Times takes itself seriously enough to acknowledge that non-tribal members have a legitimate gripe over the fact that the Yakama tribe wants to extort fees for the running of utilities through the reservation. Paul Shukovsky and the "Seattle Propaganda Institute" would sooner run stories of the tribe's supposed "way of life" versus the rest of the worlds' because it is interesting.

Landowners on the east side of the Cascades may be conservative, but I would think that they are pretty far removed from Seattle's "downtown establishment." That would hark back to the fact that P-I owner Hearst is a corporation in the business of attracting customers. If you want backing for the views that you want to hear, it indeed would be in the P-I. For facts, it's in The Seattle Times. The JOA is needed in this city; the P-I should staybut only because it keeps the Times competitively legitimate.

Geoffrey Rasmussen



Thanks to Geov Parrish for taking on the sacred cow that is Seafair ["The Seafair Time Warp," July 16]. I have lived in Seattle since 1965, and I am proud to say that I have never attended the major Seafair events, at least not that I can recall. Living in the Columbia City neighborhood for several years now, I do enjoy the Blue Angelsit is a guilty pleasure, but they are a sight to see. I never go to the big main parade or the hydro races, and what's with that pirate/young maiden thing? Seafair, it seems to me, is a very white, very straight sort of thing that harkens back to an era that may not even have existed when it was that era. It sure doesn't bear much resemblance to today's post- Sept. 11 world. It's kind of like The Stepford Wives Do Seattle.

Pamela Clerico



Apparently, Geov Parrish is a confused fellow ["The Seafair Time Warp," July 16]. In his rant about Seafair, he wrote: "Compare . . . the treatment Seafair would get if some drunken hydro fan fell off a log boom and drowned to the Mardi Gras fracas in 2000 that led to the death of Kristopher Kime. In both cases, a privately run civic celebration . . . gets out of control due to the combination of large crowds and copious alcohol consumption.

There are about 59 million light-years between a drunken buffoon nominating himself for the Darwin Awards on a boozy platform of a wet log on a deep lake and street gangs randomly shooting guns, sexually assaulting women, and then kicking to death the young man who tried to save a girl being assaulted by said scum. Kime did not die as a result of a drunken "fracas"; he was viciously murdered by semihuman trash under the reluctant watch of the Seattle police. The officers were forbidden from ending the murderous fracas by a clownishly liberal city governmentessentially the very same government that Parrish now nominates to help Seafair evolve into a flower powered, ban the military, Seattle hippie rally.

Todd Herman



SPD Officer Dan Espinoza's praise of his brothas in blue drips irony [Buzz, July 16]. Does the poor sucka now wish he could be beating up "whining pathetic war protesters" in Seattle instead of dealing with bullets, rocket-propelled grenades, fatwas, and fanatics?

Espinoza's attitude inspires emphatic middle-finger gestures. Leave that trooper in Iraq, I don't want him back!

Thornton Kimes



I can't let Tim Appelo's review of The Bread, My Sweet go unchallenged ["Wedding Hell," July 16]. I was able to see this unexpected charmer on a business trip to Pittsburgh, where the locals can't get enough of it. I've been hoping it would come to Seattle so I could send all kinds of friends to it. It's the fascinating kind of independent movie that attracts fans who are not film buffs, along with cinemaniacs.

This film has all the intensity and naïveté of a first effort from director/ writer Melissa Martin. While the filmmaking is daringly affectionate, it is far from being "incompetent," as Appelo charges. I'm astounded at how blithely he overlooks the script's ingenious mix of skepticism and magic. You don't have to take my word for it: This film has had lovely reviews from major reviewers (including Roger Ebert).

Appelo's entitled to his opinion. But rarely have I seen such a tender work treated with such savagery. I hope this piece finds its audience of "regular ole people" in Seattle. They will enjoy this pastry while Appelo sucks on his bitterness alone.

Beth Amsbary


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