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When I was a student in a Brooklyn, NY public high school, my class received daily copies of the New York Times. For me, it was akin to receiving the Bible. I did not know then of the NYT’s failure to report the famines in Stalin’s Soviet Union or its suppression of the German genocide of the Jews. The NYT was the “the last word.” Everything in it from the news to the features to the reviews to the ads was top drawer.
No longer.
I stopped subscribing to the NYT after my first few years in Florida.
When the NYT went online, I did not subscribe.
It had fundamentally changed. It had become unfair.
I would read my 10 free articles every month and that was it.
The other day, someone gave me a copy of the iconic Manhattan-vibed Sunday Times.
Fasten your seatbelts.
White men are an endangered species in Times-world. They are the new Roman oarsmen. living in the bowels of ships, chained, eating fish sauce.
The paper is dominated by the aggrieveds of every color, except pale and every culture except Western ones.
The Middle East? Column after column about Arab Palestinians living under “occupation.” Israeli children huddling in shelters for days? Next!
Its writers dislike law enforcement (even if they are non-white) and celebrate people with criminal records.
Working women raising children alone (the absence of fathers is not even mentioned) are the new standard. It’s ironic that women’s lib celebrated bringing women into the workforce and when they succeeded, they demanded special conditions and allowances.
Emo-article after emo-article.
Swipes at Republicans.
Even the NYT reporters, however, are experiencing the increased costs of food and fuel under Biden. They can also see that many of the things Trump accomplished greatly benefitted the nation, i.e., job creation, employment, border security, Middle East peace, vaccines. They know Hunter Biden has gotten away with it.
They’re not stupid.
The NYT was instrumental in denying Trump a second term. And, like the leads, in the last scene of Mike Nichols’ film, “The Graduate” in which they flee the church wedding and hop on a bus, you can almost hear the reporters thinking, “Now, what?”
There is one place where white men are still welcome in the NYT.
The obituaries.
The only problem is the font is so tiny, you need a magnifying glass to read them.
Well, they were white, anyway.