DEAR MERCURY—How unfortunate it is that Mr. [Eli] Sanders didn't talk to the Obama supporter who told me to take off the pantsuit and close my legs ["Among the (White) People," News, May 15, in which the author attends a rally for Hillary Clinton]. How unfortunate he didn't talk to the Obama supporter standing across the street from an elementary school for hours with a sign that said, "Bros Before Hoe's" (sic? I'm not sure how to spell that word that is slang for "whore"). Hmmm... Obama's supporters referring to Obama as a brother and Clinton as a whore, and somehow it's only Clinton whose supporters are intolerant.
WHERE THE WHITE PEOPLE ROAM
TO THE EDITOR—Not to be overly picky about little things like "fact" and "context," but you were mindlessly simplistic when you stated, with deep gravitas, that at a Clinton rally in Jackson County, "almost every single person in the line is white" ["Among the (White) People," News, May 15]. What would [you] expect? Almost every human being in Jackson County—93 percent—is white. African Americans account for less than one percent of the population. Context matters, and for demographics, the information is just a few clicks away on the US Census website. I hope your writers will take advantage of it.
THE MERCURY RESPONDS: As Eli clearly stated in the third column, second paragraph of his article, Jackson County is "about 95 percent white according to the US Census Bureau." Unfortunately, since Tim's limited attention span will undoubtedly prevent him from reading this far, could someone inform him of his mistake?
PATRICK'S IRONY LOST ON MIYA
DEAR PATRICK ALAN COLEMAN—You ARE a snob ["Hard Times!" Food Issue, May 15]. In fact, I'm pretty sure that your food issue concept tipped the scales for me in Portland's ongoing balancing act between self-interested elitism and progressive community-mindedness. Maybe if public voices like yours didn't participate in the stigmatization of community aid organizations, John Elizalde wouldn't have to work so hard at "eras[ing] the shame of being poor" ["The Worst of Times," Food Issue, May 15]. As long as we continue to endorse the idea that poverty is someone else's embarrassing problem, it will continue to thrive. In a country where so many eat poorly, you shouldn't feel right about eating as richly as you do.
FARMING OUT THE YARD
DEAR MERCURY—Hello, I just wanted to give kudos to Amy J. Ruiz's article ["The Backyard Economy," Food Issue, May 15]. Urban farming makes so much sense, and will only continue to make more sense as fuel and food prices continue to rise. We at Portland's very own and very new City Garden Farms (citygardenfarms.com) endeavor to bring participation in the local food movement to Portlanders by farming a diverse group of sub-acre lots and plots and yards in and around the city, which we sell through a CSA-style subscription service (Sorry!!! Sold out this year.) and at various farmers markets around the city. In return we provide a free subscription to people we partner with and whose land we use to grow on. We are always looking for suitable lots, plots, and yards to utilize.
REJECTING NERD ACCEPTANCE
DEAR MERCURY—I'm so fucking sick of this reclamation of the word "nerd" ["A Safe Space for Nerds," Feature, May 8]. Your article on the IPRC anniversary celebration was titled, "A Safe Space for Nerds," yet the first paragraph proclaimed the celebration having a "stellar lineup of local musicians." Nerds aren't cool enough to know what good music is. They have their heads in books. They get perfect grades, do science-y shit, talk about things no one cares about, hike their pants up to their tits, [and] repair their glasses with tape. All these goddamned hipsters with intentional nerdiness aren't nerds at all. While it's nice they're giving a nod to the intelligent people of the world, being a nerd isn't cool because it's just not possible, by definition of the word.
AAAND... CONGRATULATIONS TO Ayleen for winning the Mercury's letter of the week despite trampling over the good name of the Independent Publishing Resource Center in order to do so (we don't think she meant to). Ayleen wins two tickets to the Laurelhurst Theater and lunch at No Fish! Go Fish!, where cool people masquerading as nerds are probably still pretty cool.