It amazes me that David Martin chose to author a story that was so one-sided and out of touch with reality ["Menace II Suburbia," December 6]. Of course, the other side of the story doesn't achieve the tabloid-type headlines that your paper pursues.
When I look at Bart Wolstein, I see a man who has spent his life creating hundreds of thousands of jobs while generating millions of dollars in tax revenues that help our schools and communities. I see a man who has raised millions of dollars for charities and also has given away millions to those charities. I see a man obsessed with giving away to charity the lion's share of the fortune he has been so blessed to create. I know him as a caring individual who loves and defends our great city with a passion. He seems to be more appreciated outside of Cleveland, where communities seek out his investments.
Communities that wish to reject development (which, by the way, is guaranteed by law) should ask themselves: "In lieu of development, are we prepared to raise taxes to provide funding for our schools and communities, and do we want to see our children leave our community for that part-time or summer job?" Bottom line: You can't have it both ways. No development means more taxes, fewer jobs, and perhaps, diminished education programs. You name the developer: Ratner, Miller, DeBartolo, Ferchill. Take out Wolstein's name and insert any of their names, and you have the same story. We should thank our lucky stars that men like these are willing to put their blood, sweat, and tears into our communities at the risk of their personal fortunes.
President and General Manager,
Too many mistakes end up called rape:
I am sure there are many people who have done something crazy while intoxicated -- something they wouldn't have done if they were sober ["She Cried Rape," December 20]. Usually, people can just laugh it off.
There are some girls who get very out of hand when intoxicated. Some girls wake up the next morning not having a clue what they did the night before. Then, when they find out, they might be humiliated, embarrassed, or ashamed. So, instead of dealing with the problem of no self-control, the women choose denial. The word "rape" is used way too freely. Some girls are so delusional that they think accusing someone of rape is no big deal. The worst part is that men's names and pictures are on display before there is any proof. Remember that little phrase that has become practically obsolete: innocent until proven guilty.
Beware of agenda-flaunting feminists:
The story "She Cried Rape" was quite disturbing, but unfortunately, not uncommon. Like sexual harassment, a legitimate issue such as rape has been perverted into an Orwellian nightmare, with concepts such as presumption of innocence thrown out the window.
The problem can be traced directly to feminists such as Brianna Cayo-Cotter, whose statement that "just because [the alleged victim] flirted with him didn't mean she couldn't be raped later on" is truly pathetic, not because it is untrue, but because it so grossly misses the mark. Although the interaction between an alleged victim and the accused may not be conclusive, it most certainly is relevant. If one had the specific desire to throw innocent men in jail for rapes they did not commit, but knew that openly advocating such a thing would get one nowhere, I can think of no better way to achieve that goal than by examining every piece of evidence in isolation and excluding it if it does not conclusively prove that a rape did or did not happen.
That such feminists consider the concept of false accusations to be "bullshit" demonstrates an incredible apathy toward the potential destruction of a man's life. After years in higher education, I may not be surprised by such individuals any longer. What still blows me away, however, is how anyone can take them seriously and allow them not only to set the agenda for any discussion on the issues, but actually acquiesce when they may attempt to impose their policies on the rest of us.
Modell Awards convert a classified reader:
I've been reading Scene for the past few years -- but only the classifieds, to make sure that my wife's band performances are properly listed. However, Pete Kotz's "The Art Modell Awards" [December 27] caught my eye. My religion prohibits me from laughing at someone else's expense, but I wasn't laughing -- I was rolling. That was a freaking riot, and I'll be sure and check your stuff more in the future. Kotz's style is close to that of my favorite writers -- the guys from The New Republic, who can inject similar humor and insight into otherwise weighty issues.
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