Did you see that sequence?
good god. such brilliance. the enemy of my friend’s enemy’s friend is . . . bad.
And Stephens gets away with it. Why?
because no one pays attention to brett bleepin’ stephens. he’s on a soap box preaching to hundreds, if not an even thousand. and see the equally dim and myopic mediocrity beinart working the other side of a narrow aisle, on the self-love that dare not speak its name.
https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2017/11/reflections-of-an-affirmative-action-baby/545774/
White men from fancy schools advanced quickly at The New Republic because that’s who the owner and editor in chief, Marty Peretz, liked surrounding himself with. He ignored women almost entirely.
oh, pete, what a hoot. but all that changed when he arrived, right?
I’d like to say that when I became editor, I fundamentally changed all this. But I did not. Yes, I hired women, including for senior editing jobs. Yes, I made some effort to cultivate writers of color. But, for the most part—like all the white, male, Ivy League editors who preceded and succeeded me—I perpetuated the culture in which I had thrived. That culture was both subtle and pervasive: The absence of women and people of color in senior editorial jobs was intertwined with the magazine’s long-standing, jaundiced view of the African American and feminist left. Had I challenged that culture more emphatically, I would probably not have become editor in the first place.
those dastardly white men. anyway, good for you, you aren’t qualified for much, if qualified is to mean anything, i agree, so why don’t you shut the f*ck up and let someone else have the floor?
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November 17th, 2017 
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