The Black news space has become a hellscape
With the dearth of Black newsmagazines that flourished in the '70s, there are virtually none left standing. And the Black new space has become a hellscape with the current cast of characters tantamount to allowing the inmates to run the asylum. I grew up watching Tony Brown, John Johnson, Melba Tolliver, Gil Noble, and Bill McCreary; listening to Wayne Gillman and Gary Byrd on Black-owned radio; reading Sepia, Jet, and Ebony magazines, which were a mainstay on the cocktail tables of every Black household. I was filled with pride to see well-groomed, well-read, and well-prepared hosts, reporters, and producers deliver content in solemn, measured tones devoid of amateurishness that characterizes two particularly reprehensible hosts, which spanned the Black experience. Those days are long gone. Now we are left with a seventy-year-old guy who looks like a babble head that crucifies the English language day in and day out unscripted on a syndicated radio show that he allows his "fr...