Letter to the Editor

Dear Editor,

Guess what? I'm back! That's right, here for round two. Normally, I would not have a battle of knowledge with someone who is not armed, but in this case I will make an exception. You know, there was one place that I did not want to go in my previous letter and that was the playing of the racial card. But since Ms. Rosas wanted to open this disturbing can of worms, the "little boy" must comment on the "big girl's" pointless opinion ["Letters to the Editor," April 19].

Ms. Rosas, please understand something: Do I feel sorry for things that happen to people in the past; yes. Do I think we as a society should dwell on these occurrences and let them affect our decisions now, in this present day, no! The race card is used as a cop out, a simple gesture letting the entire world know that you have an alibi. Alibis are for the weak and are the answer for everyone living in a sea of mediocrity. And since I am living in a fantasy and utopian world (according to Ms. Rosas), she must be one of the billions in this deep sea, which accepts all applications and allows everyone to become a member.

Probably the funniest point Ms. Rosas made was the fact that my article offended the many minorities including herself. Looking at my last name and me it would be easy to assume that I am a Caucasian, male, who according to society, is on top of the food chain. But to assume this would be making...Well, a, you know what, out of yourself. That's right, I'm not who I appear. I too am over 50 percent Hispanic making me one of the supposed minorities in this cruel, hateful world. So, it looks like I have been paying attention. To be specific, I have been paying attention to people like you who love to assume and then tell everyone you're right. As a matter of fact, assuming would be included in that so-called utopian society, wouldn't it? You could assume and never be wrong.

So, in response, Ms. Rosas, I have opened my mind and will continue to do so. I have learned over the years though, to tune out ridiculous bantering that someone of your stature provides. Oh, and by the way, women like you do go away, it just takes a little more effort to shape you.

Todd Farrell
Junior