Words
When I was departing the interview with Thomas Barnett of Strike Anywhere, late last night, he said to me: "I hear your newspaper is really right wing. How do you...?"
He didn't need to finish the question. I knew what it was already. I get it a lot.
This morning, I finally told the fine folks at the Post I couldn't write for them anymore. It's not simply because they're right wing on every damned thing - I knew that going in. I just don't want to do it anymore, basically.
The reasons are complex and various, but there it is.
I don't mind being a minority voice - my views on human rights hopefully made that clear enough, in recent weeks - but, sometimes, you can only stomach so much. Being the father to an aboriginal child, for example, I have been appalled by the paper's positions on First Nations issues; they were horrible. On racism, on human rights, on a lot of things. It gets to you, after a while.
Like Graham Greene said in The Quiet American - sometimes, to remain human, you have to choose sides.
So, I have.
He didn't need to finish the question. I knew what it was already. I get it a lot.
This morning, I finally told the fine folks at the Post I couldn't write for them anymore. It's not simply because they're right wing on every damned thing - I knew that going in. I just don't want to do it anymore, basically.
The reasons are complex and various, but there it is.
I don't mind being a minority voice - my views on human rights hopefully made that clear enough, in recent weeks - but, sometimes, you can only stomach so much. Being the father to an aboriginal child, for example, I have been appalled by the paper's positions on First Nations issues; they were horrible. On racism, on human rights, on a lot of things. It gets to you, after a while.
Like Graham Greene said in The Quiet American - sometimes, to remain human, you have to choose sides.
So, I have.