Letter 1:
It’s fine for the Mexicans to speak Spanish, but if you choose to come to America, you ought to learn enough English to order a cheesesteak. And while future generations of Mexicans will no doubt learn English, we will still be stuck with fresh waves of Mexican immigrants, most illegal, who don’t speak English.
It’s easy to cry racism, but this would be a problem if there were 12 million illegals from Russia or China or Nigeria. And it is easy to praise multiculturalism when it isn’t YOUR block that has illegal immigrants living 18 to an 1,100-square-foot rowhouse. – Jay Williams
Letter 2:
I don’t see the crime rate in the Northeast easing anytime soon; as a matter of fact, I only see it getting worse.
It seems like the local kids listen to rap music and suddenly they think they are thugs.
They idolize this lifestyle so much, they soon forget how to speak proper English, and they just destroy the fabric of their own neighborhood.
The local girls are getting in trouble by boys from the hood, and once these animals feel welcomed enough in our neighborhood they will never leave. They have an uncanny ability to destroy everything they come into contact with.
So brace yourself, because the worst is yet to come. –Jay Bosak
Letter 3:
Everyone who wants service should be able to speak English. What’s next, multilingual sign language? America had better learn that you can’t please everybody.
And as for the customer who sniffed “this would never happen in New York,” maybe New York should be more careful because 9/11 didn’t happen in Philly. – Darnell Perry
Letter 4:
How ironic that rapper Beanie Sigel gets robbed and shot. Maybe his lame “State Property” movies weren’t so lame, maybe they were prophetic. Hey, Beans, did the five people say “Get down or lay down”?
Maybe now you can think about the message you send to our youth. – David Krain
Letter 5:
I am writing this letter in response to a situation I saw today and can’t get out of my mind. Please print it so others can find out who this culprit is that is littering our neighborhood.
Hey fella, yeah, you in the new yellow Corvette convertible. You know who you are. And now I hope others do, too. On May 24 I saw you at the corner of Frankford Avenue and Welsh Road.
You were turning onto Frankford Avenue to head south. As I sat at the light, I saw you light a cigarette (Marlboro Red) and then you actually threw your empty pack into the street.
Now maybe you are going through your mid-life crisis. You were about 50 with very little hair on top. Maybe the Corvette makes you seem cool.
Well, sir, LITTERING is not cool. You looked like a fool. What a disgrace.
I guess an empty pack of your cigarettes in your car looked better laying in the street. I hope your neighbors don’t have to pick up after you. I hope when I tell my children to strive for nice things, bad habits don’t come with it.
Nothing upsets me more than somebody who just empties their trash onto our streets.
Please help keep our city clean. And you in the Corvette, keep your trash in your car until you find a can, please. – Michael Jackson
The answers after the jump.
Kudos to those who got it right. And to those who actually clicked past the jump. And, really, a kudos to all you letter writers — especially Michael Jackson — who make my job nothing more than Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V.
I was on the fence about #1- the others fit well. The wonderful thing about the ME at the Times is that he truly believes no matter how inane the letter, if they took the time to write it it should be published.
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William Styron, whose Holocaust novel Sophie’s Choice became a film and an opera, has died, aged 81.
William Styron, whose Holocaust novel Sophie’s Choice became a film and an opera, has died, aged 81.