Rephrased: Glass is so crooked he’ll have to play it straight.
Me, I wouldn’t trust the guy to pick up my laundry. But hold that thought. For readers who have forgotten the details, the California Supreme Court’s ruling makes for fascinating reading. Glass’s ability to tell editors exactly what they evidently wanted to hear stands out. His first cover story for The New Republic editor Michael Kelly was “Taxis and the Meaning of Work.”
”Its theme,” the justices write, “was that Americans, and in particular, African-Americans, were no longer willing to work hard or to take on employment they consider menial.”
Complete with made-up, jive-talking slackers and an imaginary armed holdup, it was followed by “Spring Break,” a tale about Young Republicans at a CPAC convention whose idea of fun was humiliating homely women. The idea was to seduce “a real heifer, the fatter the better, bad acne.”
Guys would then emerge from hiding, laughing, pointing and snapping photos. “A wash of despair and alcohol and brutishness” hung over the entire GOP conference, Glass moralized.
A Harper’s Magazine piece called “Prophets and Losses” introduced readers to another imaginary African-American who “could not be persuaded to use his money to feed and clothe his seven children by five different mothers instead of buying VCRs and calling telephone psychics for advice on lottery numbers.”
In 1998, as the Monica Lewinsky craze swept Washington, Glass wrote an ugly profile of Clinton advisor Vernon Jordan, accusing him of sexual and financial improprieties for the now-defunct George magazine. All based upon accusatory quotes from imaginary anonymous sources. On investigation, an editor later testified, the article “blew apart like a dandelion in a strong wind.”
See, Glass wasn’t just going for the glory. He was hurting people he had reason to believe his editors wanted hurt. The justices also concluded he’d shaded the truth in his application.