My suggestion? Be honest with yourself, as a mediocre publication, when you insist on printing such a work as this useless waste of space and time (time that once belonged to anyone who was unfortunate enough to read this article and was since lost).
One last thing: a better title of the article. Try “White Trash Goals for a Filipino Child in America.” It would certainly have been more descriptive.
- Danielle Painter
- via email
Such A Big Deal
On my way home from work, I stopped by 7-Eleven to grab my Sunday paper when this week’s Reader, whose cover read “Filipino Rules” (March 4), caught my eye. Being a Filipino myself, the header definitely got my attention, and I hoped to read an article either exposing some Filipino truth or Filipino pride. Given the Reader’s picture, I could already tell it was more about growing up “Pinoy” in the U.S.
The first part of the article had me nodding: the strict parentage, how most U.S. migrated families are composed of a Navy husband and a nurse mother. My father himself was a dedicated Navy serviceman, my mother a clerk who retired to raise me after my birth. I could relate to the article. My parents were exceptionally strict, and having a strong Castilla background from my mother did not help.
I also understood the author’s plight, as most Fil-Ams born and raised in the U.S. long for American teenage liberalism, away from the authoritarian rule of their parents. I am, after all, one of them. To my disappointment, I felt that her article was short of denouncing her Pinoyship and bitterly dissing her poor parents. Probably she would if she could choose. I can’t say I blame her. Traditional Filipino rules are strict. But then again, so are traditional Chinese and Spanish, and even old-school Americans. So why did she have to make it such a big deal? In the end, the story was no longer about her just growing up Pinoy; she was speaking from her heart, in a blind outrage of emotions, and how can I make my boyfriend look better.
The article became her bragging rights in disrespecting her parents, down to how they mispronounce the English language. Everyone has an opinion of their family in a negative light. It is another to bash them in national (or local) media.
Though I myself do not approve of parents discouraging their kids in what they would love to be when they grow up — I myself being a communication arts and journalism graduate — I feel as if the author — and she says she’s a graduate, right? — did not gave proper closure to her article. Nothing short of a blog note she can post on her Facebook page or on MySpace. It was nothing more than a rant, and a bad one too. An anti-Pinoy and borderline FOB [fresh off the boat]-hating article.
I hate to say it, I would not like to judge her, but her story leaves little for me to measure. But the ranks of young anti-Pinoys who are Pinoys themselves are fast growing.
What’s wrong with growing up Pinoy? Can’t she just simply say she longs for the independent free-spirited living most past-19-year-olds enjoy? And that’s a given, Pinoy or not.
The Corp Must Die
Re “Too Much Conflict, Too Much Interest” (“City Lights,” March 4).
I submit that most of our citizens are not aware of these redevelopment funds and that they should be.
The San Diego Redevelopment Agency had total funds available to it in fiscal 2010 of $651.8 million ($229.4 million from 2010 sources and the remainder from prior years’ unspent funds), less $55 million taken by the State (but to be returned in future years), less $31.9 million for tax sharing, less $58 million for debt service, less $11.3 million for City repayments, for a net available funds of $495.6 million. Some portion of this must be for housing, and $30.3 million is budgeted for same. There are other restrictions, but laws can and should be changed.
Centre City Development Corporation’s and Southeastern Economic Development Corporation’s past conflicts of interest and CCDC’s fiscal irresponsibility in promoting a new stadium, a new city hall, the convention center expansion, and the new library, all combine to make me conclude we should end these corporations and pull them back into the City’s Redevelopment Division.
Further, redevelopment may have done as much to create blight as it has to mitigate it. Our expenditures on new capital projects have deprived us of the funds necessary to maintain our current infrastructure. Most, if not all of our redevelopment funds should, by whatever means necessary, be made available for use in our operating budgets and general funds.
We have a half billion dollars to spend on new capital projects we don’t need, but we can’t afford a fire engine/pumper in all of our too-few fire stations, can’t provide cell phones for all our too-few cops, etc. We have the ninth-worst water of all major U.S. cities; we have the seventh-worst roads; we are America’s Worst City. If you can’t accept that, accept that for decades we’ve had the worst City leadership in America.
We citizens must share this blame. Take responsibility and action by telling our current leadership you will sign their recall petitions if they don’t immediately make the changes implied and explicitly recommended above.
- John F. Scanlon
- Rancho Peñasquitos
The Land Was Mine
My name is Rosario Amaya. I read the story by Michael Waterman, “Mysterious Danish Group Builds Exotic Compound on Baja Coast” (Cover Story, February 4). He is correct about all the Danish people in San Juan de las Pulgas, but Mr. Morales is only the foreman in San Juan de las Pulgas. I am the daughter of the first owner, Mr. Humberto Amaya Hurtado. I am the only heiress of this land. My father died in 1981, and I sold San Juan de las Pulgas in 1983 to Tayde Acosta Ortega. But one part of the land is irregular, and now this Danish group has this part inside the property. I can’t make nothing because all in my country are corrupt. I am a poor woman, and for that I can’t make nothing. I alerted President Felipe Calderón about this Danish group. Amdi Petersen lives in San Juan de las Pulgas, but my country isn’t interested. I contacted Danish journalists, and four came to Ensenada and went to San Juan de las Pulgas, but the owners of TG Pacifico didn’t receive them.
Sax In The Winds
I just wanted to offer a minor correction for the article on your website titled “Blowing in the Wind.” (In the paper, the story was titled “Just Shy of a Symphony,” Music, December 17.) Saxophones were erroneously included in the family of brass instruments by the writer, when in fact saxes are woodwind instruments. It’s probably confusing for some people because saxophones are made out of brass. It was a great article, however, and I’m glad you are bringing attention to live classical music in San Diego.