People line La Cienega Boulevard in West Hollywood as the presidential…
Meeting Obama? Pricey
Re "Obama pays California a visit," Sept. 27
Why is it I feel marginalized by the man I voted for?
From frog to prince to millionaire, the convocational ball for King Obama comes with a hefty cover charge. The king and his court will grant you an audience for a meager couple thousand dollars. If you want to move up a class you can confer $5,000. There are only legal obstacles that keep you from paying your way to Brahminical equality.
To ensure rubbing the flesh with the modest man of change, you can offer a solemn promise of $35,800. For those untouchables, you can join me standing in the pit for $100.
As incredulous as it sounds, what would happen if campaign manager Jim Messina surrendered the take of this quarter's fundraising trove and fed a few of the fief?
If I had $36,000 to spare (and the wish to spend it on President Obama) I would have been sitting in the Fig and Olive restaurant Tuesday night with him. I don't, so I sat in the traffic jam caused by him.
Somehow, I guess, everyone shares in the visit.
Unruly students take a toll
Re "At the end of his rope," Column, Sept. 24
Every morning at my job at James Monroe High, I pause at the display of artwork by our students and it takes my breath away. At the same time, I understand Manual Arts High art teacher Jeremy Davidson walking off the job because of unruly students. Unfortunately, the first job of any teacher today is classroom management — and in an atmosphere of increasingly impossible odds.
The fact that Davidson opted for a leave of absence instead of resigning is testament to his heart for teaching. There are many like him who sacrifice and carry on for the talent they see and the potential they still dare to tap.
No article about the abysmal conditions at Manual Arts can be complete without noting that just four miles away on Wilshire Boulevard, the Los Angeles Unified School District constructed its most expensive school at a cost of $135,000 per seat.
It's not that L.A. Unified doesn't have plenty of money; it's that it spends too much on monuments. It must be an ego thing.
Studying the pot dispensaries
Re "Putting pot in its place," Editorial, Sept. 24
Show me a baseball player with a .200 batting average, and I guarantee you that I can deliver a study proving that player actually batted over .400 — for the 20-day period from July 14 through Aug. 3, in day games, against right-
handed pitchers. Now let me introduce you to the Rand Corp. pot dispensary study.
Crime trends are normally considered over periods of years. But the pot dispensary study included a statistical window of only 20 days.
While The Times seems to raise some questions about the validity of the study, you say, "For all that, we don't think the Rand analysis is completely without value. It's a rare attempt to quantitatively measure the impact of L.A.'s marijuana dispensaries on crime."
If you truly value the study, then The Times should be advocating for new dispensaries in every neighborhood,
While I agree that a clearer legal framework is needed, I must take exception with several points.
You say, "Also unclear is the extent to which they're selling to minors or people with no legitimate medical need."
I live in Eagle Rock and have frequented several dispensaries. Without exception, the security was stringent. If a minor were to slip by, it would probably be because he had impeccable fake paperwork.
As far as legitimate medical need, that is the responsibility of the doctor writing the prescription, not the dispensary.
Also, it would be a foolish dispensary that dealt adulterated marijuana. Users are too discriminating to stand for that.
What happens to crime when a liquor store moves into or out of a neighborhood? There's a study I'd like to see.
Re "The road to understanding," Column, Sept. 23
Even though school busing worked out well for the students of Noyes Elementary in Pasadena, for me it was not as rosy a picture as Hector Tobar paints.
I had just entered my freshman year at Pasadena High in fall 1970 when the federally mandated integration program began. Kids with whom we had grown up were now being bused to different schools away from their friends. Many families moved to neighboring Arcadia.
Despite the busing, students still segregated themselves. The tension between the ethnicities was palpable, and several of us were beaten up. Small wonder why the quality of education went down the tubes.
Thankfully, we were able to look past our differences at our high school reunions, and we integrated ourselves more than we did in school. But many of us were still angry with a system that shook up our lives.
Cheryl Hamilton Long
Re "Ganging up on guest workers," Editorial, Sept. 23