I was the restaurant critic. I could have carried on writing about crudits and borscht. But taking money from a shill for Trump implicated me in his hate
For the last three years, Ive been the restaurant critic for the New York Observer, a weekly paper in the upper minor leagues of metropolitan newspapers. Generally speaking, being a critic is a good deal and being a restaurant critic is even better. You get paid to eat, eat well (usually) and then write about it. Whats not to love?
Last week, after the paper endorsed Donald Trump for president of the United States in a bizarro editorial, I resigned. Its not quite falling on my sword, more like leaning gently on a butter knife. I had long known, of course, that the paper teetered toward Trumpism. It is owned, after all, by Trumps prospective son-in-law, Jared Kushner, the boyish real estate scion betrothed to the Donalds daughter, Ivanka Trump.
But the editor, Ken Kurson, had assured its readers and writers that the paper would remain neutral. I decided as editor that there wasnt a great way for the Observer to cover him, he wrote in July. The appearance of conflict was unavoidable.
And then, last week, the veil came off. It had, in truth, been slipping. Earlier this month, a story broke that the editor had helped Trump with his speech to Aipac. Even before, the Observer had run a bizarre takedown of a Trump political nemesis, the New York attorney general, Eric Schneiderman. There was even some business wherein the paper ran Putin propaganda. Putin is, according to Trump, his BFF.
But I wrote about crudits and deconstructed borscht. So I kept my head in my plate and tried to ignore the ugly politics around me. In my own indirect way, I tried to push back. Shortly after Trump delivered a toxic attack on Mexicans calling them rapists and murderers, I parroted his syntax for a favorable review of two tremendous Mexican restaurants, Cosme and Rosies. When Mexico sends its people I wrote, Theyre sending people that have lots of poblanos and theyre bringing those poblanos with them. Theyre bringing tclayudo. Theyre bringing tlacuyo, their arepas. And some, I assume, are good people, too.
Subtle, it wasnt. And for a while I contented myself as working for gradual change from within the system. I tried to convince myself that if I lauded love and light in my writing it could somehow redeem the dark toxicity of the papers ownership. Perhaps that I served the reader or shone the spotlight on chefs could absolve me. But in the end, there became less and less room to manoeuvre. But whats the difference between a court jester and a genuine voice of dissent? One the court keeps; the other has too much integrity to keep the court entertained.
Such is, perhaps, the hidden blessing of extremity: it forces one to make hard choices. I could and did wriggle my way out of many morally tight spots and I know myself well enough to understand Im an ethical octopus. Give me even the smallest aperture and Ill squeeze out of it. Trump foreclosed that out. Taking money from and making money for a shill for Trump, Destroyer of Worlds, implicated me no matter how many self-justifying asanas I assumed.
Had it been Kasich, meh. I like restaurants more than I dislike him. Had it been Cruz, a man with remarkably sensual eyelashes and terrible, terrible policy, I could have eked out a few more reviews until the general election came. (Both Cruz and Trump are projected to lose in head-to-head match-ups no matter who the Democratic challenger is.)
Trump, however, is sui generis. His danger lies not just in his policies which, hitherto, had been rather moderate but in his demagogic summoning of our worst angels. His rallies are like seances from a much darker time and an even darker future. So it is besides the point entirely that he will certainly become a scary blip come November. To stand with Trump is to stand with hate; what I ate, and what I thought about it, is small beer compared with that.
If there is one positive lesson to be found in this election cycle, with all its rhetoric and all its hyperventilation, it is this: there can always be compromise and there always should be. Thats how our system works best. But to compromise oneself, whether by delivering paid speeches or hateful pandering or even reviewing restaurants, is unforgivable.
- This piece was amended on 19 April 2016 to clarify that Ken Kurson assured readers about New York Observers neutrality in July, not December.
source http://allofbeer.com/2017/08/13/when-the-new-york-observer-endorsed-donald-trump-i-had-to-resign/
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