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I have been a loyal reader of Washington City Paper since moving here from N.Y.C. five years ago. However, it has been a very long time since I have read a series of articles that so obviously lacked objectivity (“Love Knows Color,” 11/21). I very much enjoy pieces in City Paper that are clearly opinions. Yet these articles are opinion pieces masquerading as reporting. I have been married to a beautiful black woman for over six years, and we have been together for over eight. We met in N.Y.C. in college; indeed, school is (or at least used to be) a place where people of all backgrounds mixed. My college was in a predominantly black neighborhood (Jamaica, Queens). Yet I never felt in any way “looked at, etc.” by anyone from the neighborhood, whether I was by myself or with my wife. This is, by no means, to paint N.Y.C. as a paradise—that, it is clearly not. Now please don’t misunderstand—I am definitely not among those people who argue that racism is dead, etc. Unfortunately, it is far from its grave. Yet I had never felt out of sorts with my wife anywhere else in N.Y.C. When we came to this area, we first lived in Arlington, then Fairfax City, and now we live in Gainesville.

I expected there to be stares, etc., in Virginia, considering that state’s history. So far, our experience has, generally, been exactly the opposite. It is interestingly ironic that Northern Virginia should seem to have better race relations than D.C. or Maryland.

Lastly, the writers sampled much of their profiles from two clubs, in D.C. only, which cater primarily to the late-teen, early-20s crowd. Clearly, sex is a factor in clubs, but please note: There are indeed people who actually do go there to dance, not just to pick up a date.

I hope that these articles do not become the law of the land, for that would be a true loss for all of us!

Gainesville, Va.

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