Sunday, September 28, 2025

A "Woke Words" List? Another Neoliberal Bad Joke

<"Our Work Here Is Done..."/The Reckoner>

<i.>
Hijacking language is an old, old game, one that the far right has played supremely well, sadly, to advance its interests One of the more obvious examples is the Orwelllian renaming of entities with opposite intentions, like the Alliance Defending Freedom. It's a noble-sounding moniker, presumably chosen to conjure images of the Boston Tea Party, Patrick Henry, and the like. In reality, the only freedoms that the ADF ever defends are those of Christian nationalists. 

For examples, see the 303 Creative case, in which a web designer  successfully argued for the right to turn away gay customers on free speech grounds, even though none had ever sought her services. The hypothetical nightmare that gay and lesbian hordes might gatecrash her website any moment was sufficient to swing down the gavel in her favor. The 303 Creative ruling carried on the dark path opened by its cousin (Masterpiece Cakeshop), where a majority of good people convinced themselves that a sterling compromise had been struck -- rather than the greasy carveout to the Christian right that it actually represented.

Another example is the weaponizing of the term "woke," which actually originated in Black culture. The earliest reference comes from "Scottsboro Blues," a 1938 recording by Lead Belly, who urges listeners to "stay woke, keep their eyes open" for potential dangers -- like those the nine teenagers faced in the Scottsboro case. The term became a byword for "being well-informed" or "politically aware," as seem in works like If You're Woke, You Dig It (1962), a novel that sent up white beatniks' appropriation of Black slang -- or the play, Garvey Lives! (1972), in which a character vows to "stay woke," to liberate other Black people. Knowing these examples makes the W-word's current ill-begotten appropriation by the likes of Trump and his clique all the more distressing.

Now comes another variation, of words you can't say, or shouldn't use -- as seen in the so-called "45 Woke Words" list recently proposed by Third Way, of terms for candidates to avoid on the stump this year. The idea is for them to "stop talking like they're leading a seminar at Antioch," claims executive vice president of public affairs Matt Bennett. "We think language is one of the central problems we face with normie voters, signaling that we are out of touch with how they live, think and talk."

The list proposes six categories of no-no language -- think of it as the political version of the late George Carlin's monologue, "The Seven Words You Can't Say On Television" -- to avoid using. The suggested categories cover crime ("incarcerated people," "involuntary confinement," "justice-involved"), gender ("birthing person,” “heteronormative,” “cisgender,” “deadnaming,” “LGBTQIA+"), "organizer jargon" ("barriers to participation," "food insecurity," "stakeholders," "the unhoused"), race ("allyship," "BIPOC," intersectionality," "Latinx"), "seminar room language" ("cultural appropriation," "Overton window," "systems of oppression"), and "therapy speak" ("microaggression," "othering," "privilege").

Even terms that seem closer to creative license are deemed off-limits, such as "existential threat" -- whether to our climate, planet, or democracy itself. Never mind that the general consensus, among those without some special interest axe to grind, suggests that we're moved long past the initial stage of general concern, to code red alarm. Try selling that one to island nations endangered by rising water levels -- like the Maldives, or Vanuatu -- and see how far soft-pedaling catastrophe gets you.


<"Words To The (Not-So) Wise"/The Reckoner>


<ii.>
Suffice to say, this approach begets numerous problems, starting with its source. Third Way emerged in 2005, billing itself as a champion of "moderate policy and political ideas." The trouble is that it's funded by corporate interests, ranging from Amgen, to CVS Health, Facebook, PG&E, Qualcomm, and so on (see link below) -- the same-old, same-old unholy alliance of players, all dedicated to keeping the status quo frozen in place. 

Most of Third Way's key players are the same faces recycled from previous Democratic administrations -- like Bennett, who served as a deputy assistant to President Clinton -- who further distinguish themselves via utter hostility to progressive ideas like Medicare for All (see below), or the apparently quaint notion that greed should have some kind of an upper limit. 

Instead of government intervention, Third Way's preferred solutions for our present ills lean toward a blending of social liberalism and old school Main Street capitalism. In other words, gay couples can stay married, and smoke pot in the privacy of their own home. They just shouldn't expect affordable housing, clean air and drinking water, non-corporatized healthcare, nor non-discriminatory lending policies.

In Third Way's view, that business is best left to the market -- that is, the same handful of corporate initials that long ago cornered it -- who will finally do the right thing, once their own "Eureka!" moment finally arrives. How, we're never told; presumably, after Jacob Marley's ghost comes knocking. or the modern version, perhaps (amid some interminable solo at a Dave Matthews Band show, causing the ponytailed Boomer to wax in anguish over the results).

Stranger still, some of the words on Third Way's no-no list have actually been used by far right figures like the notorious Leonard Leo, who's freely invoked the "Overton window" metaphor as ample justification for his ongoing court capture project.

Other suspect words seem long, yet do accurately describe the issue, as we see from a quick look at the Oxford Dictionary definitions of "heteronormative" ("denoting or relating to a world view that presents gender roles as fixed, and heterosexuality as the normal or preferred sexual orientation"), or "incarcerated," for instance ("imprisoned or confined"). What's Third Way playing at here, exactly? If predatory corporations are people, too, why can't the inmates they stack up like cord wood enjoy the same status?

Most distressing of all, however, is the "organizer jargon" category, which seems bent on relegating the most marginalized to the scrapheap. As someone who has experienced hunger personally -- and gone to extraordinary lengths to relieve it, like selling artwork, musical equipment, and rock memorabilia, to raise the capital needed to pay the corporate groceries' greedflated prices -- I cannot abide the idea of avoiding the subject.

Food insecurity, whether Bennett and his denizens like it or not, is a reality for an estimated 47.4 millions Americans, including 13.8 million children. Not talking about it to curry favor with corporate donors or unsympathetic voters is simply unconscionable. The same goes for Third Way's desire to avoid the issue of homelessness, via "unhoused," despite rampant levels of inequality. Which naturally begs the question, how do you slap a positive spin on starvation? Call it "food purchase opportunity," or "involuntary fast," perhaps?

After all, manipulators like Mr. Bennett and his fellow pundits -- that's basically a term for anyone who can't get a real job, remember -- have never experienced the joys of juggling multiple jobs to make extortionate rents. Excluding "barriers to participation" feels equally troublesome, since it's a term that accurately describes what so many millions are expected to swallow every day -- not enough money. Not enough resources. Not enough time. Not enough work.

As my subhead suggests, this whole exercise in linguistic futility -- which I can't imagine anyone but a corporate neoliberal embracing -- feels like a bad joke, or ample fodder for late night comedians, except that they mean it. They're serious. And they're determined to fool enough people into embracing whatever their corporate masters are pushing, is which what makes most think tanks such noxious entities. 

All the more reason to push back all the harder, away from the air-conditioned suites they inhabit so naturally, yet deny so freely, to those who cannot pay triple-digit utility bills. But while we're on the subject, let's also push back against liberals and moderates who failed to push back themselves, against the weaponization of "woke," or any of those other MAGA-era greatest hits ("fake news," "lawfare," "Let's Go, Brandon," and so on).

That failure to push back reflects a lack of moral clarity that any opposition, no matter how beleaguered it may feel, is obliged to provide -- which, in turns, helps fuel the drumbeat of a new vocabulary, one that feels more in tune with the times (as opposed to the endless invocations of "the long arc," and "making good trouble," perhaps).

The emergence of a more timely vocabulary may possibly even give Third Way some pause, especially if more progressive candidates continue to win elections. But even without that natural check and balance, Third Way's so-called "Woke List" is doomed to fail -- for two reasons to which I keep returning, via two quotes from the late activist lesbian poet, Audre Lord, the first one being:

"Your silence 
will not protect you."

And then, last but not least, this quote, the most pertinent one here, by a country mile:

<"The master's tools 
will never dismantle 
the master's house.">


A simple point, isn't it, one that eludes most overeducated neoliberals and their fan followings, who never grasped one of punk rock's most enduring principles ("If you're going to be simple, be as simple as you can").  In other words, maybe if you offered more than the usual downbeat messages -- "This is the best we can get," or, "We're not as bad as them" -- then voters might actually respond. Food for thought, isn't it? --The Reckoner


Links To Go (And Remember,
You Can't Always Have It Both Ways...):

NPR: What Does The Word "Woke" Really Mean,
And Where Does It Come From?:

https://www.npr.org/2023/07/19/1188543449/what-does-the-word-woke-really-mean-and-where-does-it-come-from

PR Watch: Centrist Third Way...
Attacks Sanders In Iowa:
https://www.prwatch.org/news/2020/01/13535/centrist-third-way-funded-corporate-interests-attacks-sanders-iowa

Yahoo News: 45 Words And Phrases

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Guest Post: A Gig Site's Lifespan: A Tragedy, In Four Acts

 

<http://www.impawards.com/2021/gig_is_up.html

(One of the best documentaries
on the phenomenon -- a must-view!
See Link Below)

Reckoner's Note: It's been some time since we've chronicled the Piecework Industrial Complex, AKA "the gig economy," and its doings. No longer the new kid on the block, many changes have overtaken the Gig Economy, though not for the better (surprise, surprise). 

The "content farm" approach of yore has given way to more practical impulses. Who wants to read somebody's thinly plagiarized content, when the average bear just wants to know, "Who could help me craft my presentation for that big meeting next week?" Or, "Who can I get to clean my floor tonight?" Or, "Where can I hire a tutor to bump up my kid's test scores?"

The emphasis is increasingly on a service-oriented economy -- from delivery (DoorDash, GrubHub, Postmates, Shipt), to transport (Lyft, Uber), and intellectual labor for hire (Upwork), to name some of the "usual suspects." However, many of the same dubious practices that garnered so much bad press during the 2010s -- inconsistent pay/work, lack of autonomy, and ever-shifting work rules -- have remained in place.

We wondered how anyone could still piece together a living this way, so we put out some feelers, and got a response. For simplicity's sake, and to avoid retaliation from his paymasters, we're calling him The Midnight Marauder, who's a decade-plus gig work veteran. "One thing, though, hasn't changed in this line of work," he tells us. "And that is -- the lifespan of a gig site, which follows the same general story arc." His story follows below, as he's written it.


<"So Many Balls In The Air..."/The Reckoner>

<i.> Act One: The Initial Buzz
Like anybody else out there, you worry how to juggle all the balls whizzing in the air. Groceries or meds? Rent or utilities? The pressure never lets up, needless to say. It's the reason why you aren't sleeping so comfortably these days. 

Then, from out of the blue, a solution drops: MakeWork.com, a third party editing site. Maybe you found it during some late night online search, or somebody recommended it as an option -- "I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy," as Saul Goodman says -- or you might even know somebody who works for one of these sites. Whatever.

The site seems straightforward enough. People contact you for copyediting and proofing jobs. Most of the deadlines are four to six hours. Pressed for time? Then try the quick 'n' dirty jobs that people upload, which are due in 60 minutes or less. The more involved the job, the more you make, for which you're paid every Monday. No fuss, no muss, no need to pound the pavement, as the copy suggests: "FLEXIBLE SCHEDULING! MAKE MONEY THE OLD-FASHIONED WAY: QUICKLY! WORK HOW YOU WANT, WHEN YOU WANT!"

So you figure, "What the hell," and take a simple copyediting test -- nobody wants "Brian" mangled into "Brain," right? -- fill out some basic info (don't forget the PayPal address), and the usual folderol (desired salary, work hours, job preferences). You hold your breath, and hit Send.

Back comes the answer, a day or so later: you're in! No resume, no job interview, no endless bargaining over rates. You're pinching yourself at how easy it seems. MakeWork.com delivers it all to your doorstep, for whatever princely flat rate the job pays. Seems like easy enough work, you tell yourself. What's not to like? Actually, plenty, as you'll soon find out. But for now, the promise of 200 to 300 extra bucks a week is enough to keep you going.


<"The Humming...Of The Digital Sweatshop"/The Reckoner>

<ii.> Act II: The Upward Rocket
You settle quickly into the routine. Come home, decompress over dinner, then hit the computer. You feel a sense of pride when that first 100 bucks slides through your inbox. You start thinking, what would happen if I spent three or so hours a night on this stuff? Within a month or so, you bump that 100 to 200, then 300 bucks. Now and then, you even scrape the heights near $400.

It's not a free-for-all, though. As a newly-minted MakeWorker, you're responsible for keeping track of its ever-changing style guide, and management's continual stream of edicts, via weekly emails and blog postings that hit your inbox. What's more, if the customer doesn't like your work, they can ask a CE (Copyeditor) to review it.

You get one shot at fixing up that file, and if the CE doesn't agree, your work's rejected.  Poof! That $25, $35, or $50 is no longer yours, and the job gets assigned to someone else. The first time it happens, you're livid, and think about walking away -- until you remember that overdue medical bill. The second and third times, you grit your teeth, and engage in a spirited back-and-forth with your CE. Nothing comes of it. 

Though you can -- and do -- appeal the CE's decision, the lack of results convinces you not to bother again, unless the issue is mega-major. Actually, it already is now, because it's eating up time spent on working. After some thought, though, you shrug it off as the cost of doing business. Invoking the nuclear option of closing your account seems less appealing, since your bills never stop coming.

On top of all this, MakeWork imposes a Maker Minimum requirement. Now, you must do X number of jobs per month, which is calculated into a rolling average. Slip below that number, and you risk having your account closed. You wince at the thought, but for now, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

For one thing, you're scoring some other side gigs, to which you can always transition -- theoretically, anyhow -- if MakeWork doesn't pan out. The image of flying solo as a fulltime freelancer is pretty damn alluring, so you don't want to interrupt the fantasy. And besides, they aren't offering any overtime at the office.


<"Be Reasonable...Demand The Impossible/
Take I": The Reckoner>

<iii.> Act III: The Sugar High
For awhile, you don't spot any trouble looming in Paradise. With over 1,000 jobs on the board at any given time, it honestly feels like a gold rush out there. But soon, another fly pops into the proverbial ointment: MakeWork HQ imposes a new requirement, that allows two more revisions, before your work's rejected for good.

The good news? You get a shot at redemption, and keeping that 25-50 bucks. The bad news? All that extra work jeopardizes your weekly goal of 200 to 300 bucks, and further divides your energy. On one hand, you're still making the same money, but in a real sense, you're not -- because it's taking longer to get there.

A mini-mutiny erupts when MakeWork introduces a lower-paying job tier of QuickWork Tasks that pay $10-15 apiece. Management bills them as "get 'em out the door" projects that can rack up quick money, if you can do plenty of them. However, they're still subject to the same mindless revision requirements as MakeWork jobs, which could eat away at your overall returns.

The announcement curdles your stomach, and for the first time, you begin to question the whole business. However, a quick scan of similar-sounding websites -- BusyBee, CopyEditBistro, Media Cool, Razzer, and so on -- jolts your brain into another unpleasant reality.

Gig work sites act like unions in reverse. Whereas unions generally raise the bar for everyone's wages, gig sites operate as the perverse flipside, by dragging everyone's pay straight to the bottom. Seeing MakeWork's competitors ape their basic business model for barrel scraping wages is proof enough for you.

What's more, the number of jobs is starting to shrink, as MakeWork continues to onboard armies of newbies. To keep up with this potential new threat, you're now forced to park at your computer for several hours a night, gritting your teeth, and telling yourself: Who sleeps beside their cursors? Guess these people do. But you aren't about to quit, since your grocery bills never let up. And neither should you, right?



<"Be Reasonable...Demand The Impossible/
Take II": The Reckoner>

<iv.>  The Downward Spiral
Five or so years down the line, you're well and truly embedded on the site, and its routines. To what effect, though, you're not sure. More and more, you find yourself questioning the setup, as the number of QuickWork jobs continues to grow, while the number of MakeWork jobs continues to taper off. 

As if that worry isn't enough to rattle your cage, MakeWork rolls out another concerning change. Customers can now vote Thumbs Up or Down on your work, whatever the case may be. Too many Thumbs Down ratings in too short a time, and you risk getting busted down to the QuickWork tier. 

Judging by the forum chatter, your stay in MakeWork Purgatory won't be a short one, since it takes 10 Thumbs Up ratings to overcome the one or two Thumbs Down grades that weigh down your standing like a boat anchor. So far, you're dodging that fate, but you don't whip out the confetti, as the amount of QuickWork jobs grows to double, then, triple the MakeWork ones. 

The overall proportion of jobs is also starting to drop. Those $300 weekly totals now seem like a lifetime ago, as it practically takes all seven days to make 200 bucks. What took two or three hours a night now gobbles twice as much time forcing you to hover constantly near your computer. So much for, "WORK WHEN YOU WANT, HOWEVER LONG YOU WANT," right?

On weekends, there's hardly any work, leaving you back to surfing the couch, and binging on Tubi. Not having seen much of you lately, your partner welcomes this new development, even as your wallet whispers insistently in your ear: "You're running out of options, again!" But what else can you do? You signed a non-disclosure agreement, as MakeWork policy dictates, so complaining beyond the forums is out of the question.

And you can't contact customers directly to line up other work, which also runs afoul of MakeWork policy. You're atomized and isolated behind their shiny virtual walled garden, where they wanted you all along. Somehow, that gauzy photo currently gracing the home page -- you know, the woman happily jogging behind her dog -- doesn't make you feel better. Every time you see it, you're ready to upchuck.

Running alongside Rover is the last thing on your mind, with fingers poised on your mouse, hoping to beat someone else to the MakeWork jobs that still roll in. But it's getting harder to do that dance, which eats up more time than ever. Ah, well, what the hell, who needs more downtime, anyway? Couch surfing costs money, especially when you're not making any, right?

<"If I Had A Dollar... (X2)"/The Reckoner>

<Coda> The Morning After
Finally, you realize the party's over. No single magic moment tells you; you're just tired of staring at a blank screen till your eyes pop out. You and your partner return to reselling, to middling success. There's also the new hip record store, where you can sell books, CDs, and other memorabilia from your own collection for 100-150 bucks a pop, which certainly beats MakeWork's rates.

And you still have your job, not to mention all those goodies that MakeWork figured you wouldn't miss -- like health insurance, paid time off days, sick leave, and vacation. MakeWork continues to sputter along, a mere shell of its shinier self. The same site that promised the moon and stars is now lucky to offer 10-20 jobs at a time.

Perversely, you feel way better, since you realize that you're not missing anything. Amazingly, though, a fair number of Makers haven't gotten the memo -- as the forums buzz with various conspiracy theories, rumors, and speculation, to explain where all the jobs -- and the clients -- have gone.

If nothing else, you've learned a good lesson about the life and death of a gig site. From initial buzz, to gold rush era, slippery slope downward, and point of no return, the story arc is always the same. Still, somewhere in America, some vulture capitalist or other is pitching the next MakeWork.com, that some investor is bound to green light.

Why? Because these types of sites operate on dreams, long before they start running strictly on fumes. That dream operates like a siren's song to all those desperate people out there, stuck in the same dead end loop that you're facing -- which bill will you pay this week, and which one can wait till next week?

As long as enough people believe, the site will sputter along, even after those who dreamed it up have cashed out long ago, surfing a wave of bonuses and stock options. How do those who follow them get paid? That's the next sucker's problem, or -- excuse me -- opportunity, or dream.

At least you've gotten away clean (relatively speaking). However, your next door neighbor or friend may not wind up so lucky. But if you happen to encounter them, it might not hurt to run this little bit of Elvis Costello folk wisdom by them: "Oh, no, I've seen the movie/Even though it does not move me." 

Chances are, they'll feel like at the midway, who didn't pick the shell under the right pea. Still, the hardbitten carny holds all the cards, so where else can you go? It's not a good feeling. Now I know, all too well, the reasoning behind the saying, "Experience is the hardest teacher", as some lessons are harder to learn, it seems, than others.--The Midnight Marauder


Links To Go (Hurry, Hurry, Hurry,
Before Your Piecework Dries Up...)
Los Angeles Times: The Gig Economy
Sucked In Gen Z & Millennials Like Me:
https://www.latimes.com/opinion/story/2024-01-14/economy-millennials-gen-z-freelance-gigs


TIME: "It's A Race To The Bottom...":
https://time.com/5836868/gig-economy-coronavirus/



 
"When gig work is the only pie 
that’s available
 to millions of people, 
sharing it means 
that some don’t even get crumbs."

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Amazon's Charmless Charm Offensive (Don't Fall For It!)

 

The other side of the story:
Make Amazon Pay protest, London, 2021
<War on Want - Make Amazon Pay Protest, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=112850122>


<i.>
Now that the World's Richest Boyfriend has finally gotten married, he needs some way of paying for all the rice that he and his A-list buddies scattered behind them in Venice. That's one takeaway from all those adverts blanketing the airwaves -- you know, all those images of Joe Amazon Man, or Jane Amazon Woman, just good company foot soldiers, doing their best to put food on the table. 

What makes them notable is their presentation, one carefully crafted to refute popular impressions of Jeff Bezos's outfit as an overweening corporate bully -- a bad actor, like many Fortune 500 companies, that seems to view mistreatment as a feature (not a bug) of its corporate DNA. Whether it's Amazon's allergy to competition, unionism, or improving its oft-criticized Dickensian warehouse conditions -- to name three of the more common charges leveled their way -- it's a situation that seems tailor-made for the curt response that Ebenezer Scrooge elicits from his departed cohort, Jacob Marley, as to what this ghost, this awfully scary blast from his past, could possibly ever want with him:

"Much.”


The ads take varying tacks to deflect those charges, whether it's the benefits angle ("Health insurance from the first day"), shout-outs to its DYI roots ("60% of our sellers are independents"), or simpler, more straightforward images, such as the young Hispanic guy who wows his date by taking her to a shiny, fancy steak house -- the implication being, it takes Amazon-level wages to make this kind of outing happen.

It's a bit too close to Scrooge saluting himself as "The Founder of the Feast," after witnessing the Cratchit family's painfully spartan holiday dinner -- but no matter. Like  so many bad actors before him, real or imagined, Jeff Bezos is running in the court of public opinion. And while he doesn't relish getting roasted publicly, he's not going down without swinging. Enter the Charmless Charm Offensive, then, to win us back over.

Presumably, it's the reason for the dizzingly diverse array of characters who populate these ads -- like the Hispanic dad, gently cradling his kids, for instance. It's an image lifted straight from the Norman Rockwell handbook. Who could find fault that? Never mind that Jeff Bezos spiked an endorsement of Kamala Harris, even after it had already been prepared. Never mind that Bezos was among the first major business titans to trip in bending the knee to Trump, by joining him at the podium during his restoration ceremony.  

And never mind, at least on the opinion pages of the newspaper that he oh-so-conveniently owns, the Washington Post, that Bezos has tilted them in favor of his new Washington, DC friends, an intention not-so-subtly telegraphed thusly, in February: "We are going to be writing every day in support and defense of two pillars: personal liberties and free markets. We’ll cover other topics too of course, but viewpoints opposing those pillars will be left to be published by others.”

Translation: "I have to keep the Orange Man happy, so whatever crosses his mind, no matter how outrageous or dangerous it seems, I'll just have to suck it up, and support it. And so should you. My profits come before the public."


<The happy couple, greeted 
in advance of their $50 million spectacle:
https://substack.com@lizplank>

<ii.>
It's a story as old as the hills. Over 100 years ago, John D. Rockefeller began handing out dimes to small children, while cohorts like Andrew Carnegie funded libraries across the nation, in moves meant to distract their favorite pursuit -- the bare-knuckled accumulation of wealth and property, by whatever means necessary. If it meant wringing the last drop of humanity dry, so be it.

Along the same lines, it's worth recalling that America's most notorious gangster, Al Capone, invested in a couple Chicago soup kitchens at the onset of the Depression -- and considered hiring Ivy Lee, the same man who'd coached Rockefeller, to burnish his own public image. Nothing came of it, perhaps because Lee feared being "taken for a ride," had any of his gambits backfired ("I'm sorry, Mr. Capone, but income tax law is not 'bunk,' however ardently you believe that").

If you've ever wondered why public relations is derided as "journalism's evil twin," perhaps these words from the Bill Moyers collection (see link below) should clear up whatever doubts you may yet entertain:

"To the generation before the first World War, Rockefeller was the rapacious Midas, a billion dollar tyrant who would crush anyone in his way. His all-powerful trust, the Standard Oil Company, was broken up by government legislation. Bodyguards had to surround him when he went to church. Even some of his charitable donations were returned as tainted money.

"He was, after all, the man who Senator Robert LaFollette called the greatest criminal of the age. No wonder the muckrakers went after him with all the barbs in their quiver. What a target he was and what a time they had. There he was hoarding his money and thumbing his nose an Uncle Sam while robbing the country of its wealth. He was their one man rogues gallery of barnyard images, as greedy as a pig, as slippery as an eel, as vile as a vulture preying on the public.

'What in the world happened? How did they change the image of the most hated man in America? What transformed the ogre into the grandfatherly choir master of the news reels?"

As Lee himself often reminded people -- to the point of absurdity -- he never changed Mr. Rockefeller, but simply allowed a different side to become better known. Thanks to a media culture that largely kept Blacks, women and other nuisance minorities off to the sidelines, that gauzier image of the grandfatherly figure handing out his dimes to anyone became the most prevalent image of him. Never mind that he had plenty more dimes where those came from, all of them made possible by the countless lives he'd ruined.

And we're still fighting so many of the same battles today. Ivy Lee and Edward Bernays, his successor as the unofficial dean of America's PR industry, would undoubtedly have supported Amazon's charm offensive, one designed to help you forget the company's data security breaches, excessive packaging waste, hostility to unions, and prevalence of counterfeit merchandise (depending on the site). 

Distraction and diversion are the bad actor's stock in trade. As the old joke runs -- why else would they try these tactics, if they didn't really work? Look at Richard Nixon, who wrote 10 books, all of them best-sellers, that did much to burnish his image as an elder statesman, once the excesses of Watergate had burnt his political career to ashes.

Isabel Allende, I suspect, holds a rather different opinion of these efforts, so start with her for the rest of the story. For me, it doesn't matter how many bestsellers Mr. Nixon penned -- his crimes against the unfortunate inhabitants of Cambodia, Chile, Laos, and Vietnam speak to a starkly different reality, one that no amount of apple-polishing and image-making can ever paper over.

And, while Mr. Bezos has never vicariously experienced the thrill of overturning a democratically elected government -- as Nixon and his chief enabler, Secretary of State Henry Kissinger, did in Chile -- the enormity of his own moral shortcomings is surely no less concerning. We'll know soon enough how well the Charm Offensive worked -- or didn't, if another one returns to blitz our airwaves.

Either way, we shouldn't let those cozy homespun images divert us from the reality behind the excessive gauziness of the imagery, as Elizabeth Plank's excellent writeup of the World's Most Expensive Boyfriend's wedding should make amply clear:

"A $50 million celebration in Venice, complete with a foam party on a half-billion-dollar yacht, three days of masquerade balls, and ninety-four private jets idling on the tarmac like this was a climate-change-themed sequel to White Lotus. Oprah was there. So were Kim Kardashian, Tom Brady, Leonardo DiCaprio and Ivanka Trump. I watched celebrities, dressed in couture and climate virtue, celebrate (without irony!) a man who has done more to accelerate climate collapse and enable fascism than almost anyone alive.

"It felt like a punchline. Except the joke was on us."

I couldn't have said it better. --The Reckoner


Links To Go: Maybe John D's Ghost
Will Drop A Dime On You, Too!:

Bill Moyers: The Image Makers:
https://billmoyers.com/content/image-makers/

Elizabeth Plank: Paper Straws For You,
Private Jets For Them:

https://lizplank.substack.com/p/paper-straws-for-you-private-jets

The Conversation: Washington Post's Turnaround...:
https://theconversation.com/washington-posts-turnaround-on-its-opinion-pages-is-returning-journalism-to-its-partisan-roots-but-without-the-principles-251189

The Daily Beast: Tragic Real Reason Behind Bezos' Gaudy Wedding:
https://archive.ph/15thY


The rest of the story/Take II: The Reckoner