Sanewashing

A friend sent me this story from The Daily Beast. It’s about the Jeff Bezos-owned Washington Post refusing to publish a cartoon on its editorial page depicting multi-billionaires like Bezos and Meta’s Mark Zuckerberg, as well as others, kneeling at the altar of Trump and offering up bags of money. 

But don’t take my word for it.  

Here’s the cartoon:

It is well known both men, as well as many others in the M-Billionaire class, have donated $1 million apiece to the president elect’s inaugural fund and jetted down to Mar-A-Lago to spend time with him doing…stuff. 

As for the cartoon, it was drawn by Pulitzer Prize-winning cartoonist Ann Telnaes, who’s been employed at The Post since 2008.

But not anymore.  

we get it

She quit in protest because in all her time there never once had the paper refused to publish one of her drawings.  Tweaks, yes.  Out and out refusal?  Never.  Here’s a link to her Substack with a more specific explanation:

Click here to read more

One nixed cartoon is not necessarily concerning.  But this is part of a clear trend.  Just a few months ago Mr. Bezos overruled his own editorial board and refused to allow The Post to publish its planned endorsement of Kamala Harris.  In His own piece on His opinion page, he stated, seemingly out of nowhere, that the centuries old tradition of newspaper editorial endorsements “create a perception of bias” and “non-independence.”  

Say what?

Two editorial board members who resigned, as well as a slew of other reporters who also left or spoke out against his new policy, disagreed.  As did, well, about 200,000 readers who cancelled their subscriptions.

But this was not limited to The Post.  

L.A. Times owner Patrick Soon-Shiong, another M-Billionaire who was also pictured in Ms. Telnaes’ cartoon, similarly blocked that paper’s endorsement of Harris weeks before the 2024 election.  Predictably, several members of his board, as well as two of its Pulitzer Prize-winning editorial writers, resigned.   

Poor Dorothy

Not that it any of this ruffled the feathers of the aforementioned M-Bs, or as I now think of them – the new AOCs.  

That would be – Aspiring Oligarch Class.

To whit:

Since P S-S’s announcement at the Times, he fired his entire editorial board, noting he plans to replace it with a new team of “more conservative voices ” that will make the publication he’s owned since 2018 a more “fair and balanced newspaper.”  

To that end, he announced in December he’d be injecting an AI-powered BIAS METER into its coverage.

Because what could go wrong with that?

Totally normal stuff

On one level, all of this is hilariously unfunny.  On another, the Chair (Note: I defer to the third person when my blood begins to boil), who went to grad school in journalism at Northwestern in the post-Watergate era, has to marvel at the chutzpah.

For the one or two of you out there who don’t speak Yiddish or never went to the house of a Jewish friend or met one of their older relatives, chutzpah means extreme self-confidence or audacity.

Logical

The coincidental timing of both major newspapers suddenly deciding not to endorse, the large money contributions, and the total lack of concern of what the trained journalists they have working for them and, in many cases have long employed, have to say, IS a THING.  It’s what they teach us in journalism school to sniff out (Note: That’s the technical term).  In court, it’s called evidence.  And when there are enough examples of it in enough places and at enough places, it’s called a trend.  And if you google any of this subject matter, or even political contributions among billionaires, you will come upon numerous stories from REPUTABLE news sources (Note: Not “fake.”  And not from a random podcast or on TikTok) with much more evidence.

This should keep her busy

Now of course, there is going to be blow back.  Like David Shipley, editor of the WaPo’s opinion page, who stated re: the cartoon nixing that “not every editorial judgment is a reflection of a malign force” and that HIS decision (Note: Bezos’ name was cleverly not mentioned) was made because a previous column had covered the subject and another satirical column was scheduled.

But is a cartoon a column?  And what is the limit on covering a subject like a coterie of potential U.S. oligarchs being lined up among the billionaire class all across the country for the first time in history?

All hail

Imagine if Watergate had been covered that way?  Or the existence of concentration camps during World War II?  On second thought….

I often ask friends this rhetorical question re: money and power and the wealthy who wield them as a way to expand both with no real regard for the preservation of democracy, personal freedoms or even the mere existence of a habitable planet – 

When is it enough?  

NEVER

The answer is also rhetorical but I’ll state it anyway.  There aren’t enough billions in the world to make a scared individual secure, or an insatiable person filled up, or a person who is bottom line obsessed with their own self-interest suddenly become someone who will put you or anyone else in the word before themselves.  

Money doesn’t do that.  Nor does extreme, outsized power.

It takes a village of relentless truth sayers to hold them accountable.  

Loudly and unrelentingly.  

Like the people of Bedford Falls vs. Mr. Potter

The biggest note of hope in all of this is that The Daily Beast story linked above was written by an intern named Liam Archaki.  He’s a rising senior at Amherst College with a double major in English and philosophy.  Not even a journalism major.  Also, he interns at The Christian Science Monitor – not one of those fake news, left wing rags the MAGA movement uses to describe credible – meaning vetted – sources of actual news.  

See, like other credible online sites, The Daily Beast picks up stories from other reputable bureaus and syndicates.  This is even something The Washington Post does.  At least at this writing.  Who knows what Bezos and some of the other guys have in store for us over the next four years.  We could very likely see sources like the One America News morning show hosted by  Matt Gaetz in an effort to cover “both sides.”

We’re with you Jerry

Sanewashing the most outrageous statements by publishing them in the name of a balanced agenda.

Travie McCoy ft Bruno Mars – “Billionaire”

A Trauma-Less 2025

For those of us who have deep concern, and on some days panic, over the results of the recent election and the continuation of democracy in the U.S. – and that should be everyone even though it is clearly not – 2024 was a traumatizing year.

Or retraumatizing, if you’re like me and most of my friends.

This doesn’t even fully capture it

But not one without hope.

Counterintuitive, though those two thoughts might be.

Trauma has gotten a knee jerk eye roll response in recent years.  As if an emotional response to a distressing event that causes you to feel unsafe, frightened or overwhelmed is an unreasonable one, or means a person is weak.

Or, heaven forbid, too woke.

You said the secret word!

It is neither.  All it means is that you’ve had a personal reaction to a personal experience.  Not everyone is traumatized in the same way or by the same thing.  We might be able to agree on basic rules of extreme awfulness, nee trauma, that might occur but there can never be exact common ground on the effects it has on any one individual in its aftermath.

Similar as the human experience may be, we are ALL different.  For me, the key has always been to accept the differences and try to find common ground in our shared humanness.

It might help!

Easier said than done for me these days.

And most especially during the last two closing months of this year.

Ironically, this is where hope comes in.  

And NO, not the Pollyanna/Kumbaya false hope you get from a random catch phrase on a social media post or Notesfromachair blog  (Note: Though I suppose that could be a springboard to something…or even anything…positive). But the endurance, survival and likeminded human perseverance, and in turn victories, of those who have travelled this road before. 

too soon?

On Friday night I watched two end of the year Oscar contender films – A Real Pain and The Brutalist.  Yes, it was a double feature of Holocaust-themed movie screeners this weekend because that’s the kind of gay, nice Jewish boy at heart type of guy living in 2024 that I am.

One of my dearest friends in the world, whose death several years ago still tears at my soul, grew up with Holocaust survivor parents and at one time shared with me that the thing about the Holocaust is that you can never compete with it.  Meaning, to be a descendent of that traumatic tribe meant that it was likely not a thing, an event, or even moment in your life can ever be possibly as bad as what those people experienced.

And they know it too

That’s one of the reasons the subject comes up over and over and over again in art, in politics, in random discussions and, generally, in life.  It’s a benchmark for evil, for badness and for the worst.  

But the flip side of that is that it’s also an example of the best, the brightest, the strongest, the most clever and, when all else fails, the luckiest.  A version of what can happen when rational thought makes one believe everything is stacked against you and there is NO winning.

Even survival could not be winning.  

Except, of course, when it is.

I need to sit with that for a moment

A Real Pain poses the question of what parts and kinds of lives the descendants owe to the survivors.  No spoilers at all ahead but the basic, deceptively simple story is of two male cousins – played to perfection by Kieran Culkin and Jesse Eisenberg, the latter of whom wrote and directed — who go to Poland to visit the home of their recently-deceased survivor grandmother.  They grew up together but these days couldn’t be more drastically different.  Yet, like so many of us, they are surprisingly, and very humanly, similar.  It’s just that they’ve processed their lives, responsibilities and individual DNA leanings quite differently.

The film is funny, uncomfortable, a bit off and unceasingly, perhaps even a bit dis-satisfyingly, true.  Which is what gives one hope while watching it.  Somehow you get the idea that those existential questions that have periodically crept into your psyche and haunted you, equally do so to others who are similarly just getting by in those moments.  

Finding common ground

And you don’t need to have any familial relation to the BIG trauma to grab onto the small shards of hope offered to anyone trying to see some small rays of possibilities into 2025.  Everyone is always grasping for straws through the big, the small and everywhere in between.  We all are.  And many of us manage to get through it, albeit in our own ways and with our costs.

I so wish my dear friend were here to see.  And discuss.

As for The Brutalist, it is a more sweeping, epic look at a survivor’s life in America, a brilliant and very flawed architect and how he makes his way, and his mark, through the 1940s, 1950s and beyond as an unsavory yet revered, othered yet in-demand, disrespected yet, at times, surface-ly respected, IMMIGRANT. 

The Oscars will be calling

Stating its “sweepiness” and “epic-ocity” is technically true but in all honesty it is equally false.  It is, in fact, quite familiar a story of today in terms of tolerance, fame, trauma, American exceptionalism/non-exceptionalism and, most of all, love.  Of many kinds.

But more than anything of oneself and why that particular emotion is so difficult for any one of us given our varied sets of experiences, nee traumas.

Let’s not say anything more than that except to marvel both at Adrien Brody’s key central performance and how a film can simultaneously be so obtuse and yet so ultimately crystal clear all at the same time.  With his famed and boldly prominent nose (Note: The ONLY stereotypical Jewish calling card I happened not to get), not to mention his thick European accent and intense intellectual swagger, this character’s “otherness” in that period of time enters the room practically before he does. 

Compliments all around

What would make him charismatic and riveting today are merely passing social oddities in the United States during the time that he lived.  Much in the way particular features today define people as exotic others within their individual ethnicities in 2024.  As I joked with one of my trans students privately (Note: Who would not mind me sharing this), it’s the luck of the draw who gets THE golden ticket of otherness every five years. 

Too often in America, Black people had it, only to drop to the #2 spot, and then get it tossed back to them.  Gay men had it for a while in the 80s.  Non-white skinned immigrants had it from 2016-2020, only to drop down a tad and get it back again during election season.  Though this year the Trans community seems to have captured the top spot beside them, for however long that lasts. Hopefully not four years.

None of it means anything, except that it means everything.  

Say it louder!

Which explains why in the world of The Brutalist it’s not so much that Mr. Brody’s famed and fictional architect survived the Holocaust but how he lived to make it through America in such an admirably flawed and particularly prominent way, that intrigued me.  

And gave me hope into 2025.   

Though who am I except a gay, Jewish man, of a certain age, with a small nose.  

Join me!

Happy New Year everyone.

And remember to laugh.

Violet Orlandi – “You Can’t Always Get What You Want”