From my time as a journalism student and newspaper reporter, I can vouch for Peter Gadiel`s description
of the "corporate gypsies"
who populate the profession. Working for small-town newspapers was seen as a way to get "real"
experience until you worked your way up to bigger papers — and, for the lucky, talented (or black
) few, The New York Times.
In other words, suffer these patriotic hicks for a while, then get out of town.
A few years back (and maybe still), unknowns (i.e., people who hadn`t won Pulitzers or gone to Yale) had to apply through an African-American woman named Sheila Rule
to beg for a job at the Times
Needless to say, Ms. Rule`s rule probably didn`t help white applicants much.
I share some of Mr. Gadiel`s happiness about the death of newspapers. Yes, they are evil, and they are supreme sinners on the topic of immigration.
What I find amusing is that the open borders they champion are likely hastening their death: immigrants don`t read newspapers, and if they do, it`s one in their native language.
The profile of your average newspaper reader today is probably old and white — and much less liberal than the producers of the product. Thanks in part to the Sex in the City attitude the papers promote, new whites aren`t replacing old whites. There is something particularly delicious about newspapers` own hatreds helping to bring them down.
Even the Washington Times
(Vdare.com readers will recall it fired Sam Francis
), which I understand to be a big money-loser, is slipping further into irrelevance with the hiring as editor of a weasel named John Solomon who`s said to be enforcing political correctness in coverage.
But I can`t be completely enthusiastic about the death of newspapers. Atrocious politics aside, newspapers are a great joy to me, and a part of what made the once-great America great. The written word, carefully crafted, is a high point in a civilization. As we descend into Third World madness (ever notice how newspaper boxes aren`t found in ghettos, and increasingly, suburbs?), we`re losing that.
The Internet is great. But somehow, it doesn`t replace the warmth of a newspaper, big town or little town. I should point out that there some fundamentally conservative things about newspapers: they (can) hold officials accountable, tell of local sports, deaths, births and marriages, bounce around the latest controversy, and, horror of horrors, enforce community norms. And the thing`s on paper. Unlike fleeting ones and zeroes on our screens, it`s got some tangibility.
The death of newspapers is a part of the death of America. On a personal level, that`s painful to me, because I`m forced to watch whites being sharply shoved aside to make room for the sprawling Idiocracy
our country is literally becoming. I put newspaper death in the same category as "Press One for English,"
a president whose preacher
damns America, illegal alien gatherings
at 7-11, the "diversity recession"
and all the rest.
So while the thought of America-hating journalists out of work makes me smile, the bigger picture is a little sadder.