Don’t Judge A Book By Its Cover
The YouTube video for “Sympathy For The Devil” implies the weird situation I’m in with respect to the UVA rape story. I never liked UVA because I knew a bunch of obnoxious, self-entitled individuals who were just bred for the preppy Rugby Road manor. I still remember these jerks from High School and the memory isn’t a particularly nice one. So the not-so-likeable part of my personality that hasn’t followed wisdom and relinquished vengeance really wants to see those frat boys rot in the slammer. That evil part of me doesn’t really care if the Rolling Stone article accusing a UVA fraternity of brutally gang-raping freshman girls is true. It’s a vehicle. An excuse to put UVA frat guys where they truly belong. As The Iniquitous Kos would comment: “Screw ‘em!” And that, right there is why I step back from this and treat it with skepticism.
As the Rolling Stones put it in the video above, sometimes good judgment requires just a touch of sympathy for the devil. Not because the devil is anything other than evil; but rather instead because I’m not always able to accurately discern just who the devil really is. Particularly when the baser urges I admit to having urge me on to cheer for blood here. I *hated* people like these UVA fraternity members growing up. I still feel a residual disdain and contempt for their ilk. And that, right there, is why I again take a step back from the lynch mob.
One other interesting voice of skepticism is none other than Richard Bradley. Why care about Richard Bradley? Because he used to work closely with Stephen Glass. He knows a thing or two about being taken for a ride by a fabulist coopting other peoples’ cognitive biases. He describes his own professional humiliation below.
Some years ago, when I was an editor at George magazine, I was unfortunate enough to work with the writer Stephen Glass on a number of articles. They proved to be fake, filled with fabrications, as was pretty much all of his work. The experience was painful but educational; it
forced me to examine how easily I had been duped. Why did I believe those insinuations about Vernon Jordan being a lech? About the …read more