An anonymous iSteve commenter writes:
A couple of weeks ago there were some comment threads or posts here speculating on how Empire could write out Jussie Smollett, e.g., Poochie has to return to his home planet on the Simpsons, or the elevator shaft exit on Friends.
Anyway, I was catching up on the career of my favorite social justice pixie, Amanda H*ss, who graduated from Slate to a David Carr Fellowship at the New York Times. After that, what?
We are thrilled to announce that Amanda Hess will become a critic-at-large with a homebase in Culture…. She will continue to write regularly for the magazine and work with the video department.
John Herrman will be a reporter for Biz Day covering media, the big social platforms and disinformation…. He will continue writing the technology column for the Magazine.
Okay, two out of three fellows accounted for. Next up:
And after a compelling run producing memorable essays for the Magazine and writerly features for Metropolitan, Greg Howard will be leaving The Times for his next adventure, which will start at the Great Barrier Reef in Australia.
Huh? Next adventure … at the Great Barrier Reef? Is that like some sort of New York slang for getting rid of someone with concrete boots in the Hudson? A Bronx overcoat?
Google Images shows that Mr. Howard is black, as in thick lipped, zero admixture black. How on earth could a black journalist lose his job at the New York Times?
On the other hand, the entire black management team at Nike vaporized amid rumors of …
Further research on anonymous forums:
He was also outed on the ‘creepy guys in media’ Google Doc and had a lot of weird stories come out about him… which is why he went to the Great Barrier Reef and deleted his social media. …
I wonder if Amanda put down her little social justice pixie foot and demanded that he be cut loose?
Here was one of Greg Howard’s pieces during his New York Times tenure:
In New York, so much of my life consists of walking in and through crowds. There are many times in a day when a person is walking toward me and in my path. In these situations, we both generally make minor adjustments upon our approach.
I’ve found that most people walk courteously — but that white women, at least when I’m in their path, do not.
Sometimes they’re buried in their phones. Other times, they’re in pairs and groups, and in conversation. But often, they’re looking ahead, through me, if not quite at me. When white women are in my path, they almost always continue straight, forcing me to one side without changing their course.
This happens several times a day; and a couple of times a week, white women force me off the sidewalk completely. In these instances, when I’m standing in the street or in the dirt as a white woman strides past, broad-shouldered and blissful, I turn furious.
I turn furious because in these instances I feel small. I always get out of the way, because, as a black man, I’ve learned that bodychecking, bumping or even rubbing against a random white woman can be personally hazardous. So I acknowledge other pedestrians, and reroute. White men and all people of color do the same to me. They offer some form of acknowledgment that we are in each other’s path, that I am there at all.
After these encounters, I’m always left with questions. Why only and specifically white women? Explicit in every white woman’s decision not to get out of my way is the expectation that I’ll get out of theirs.
Whenever I ask white women I know why they don’t reroute for black men, they invariably express ignorance. But then I ask black men. Invariably, they know what I’m talking about.