I spent years laboring over my memoir, Late Admissions: Confessions of a Black Conservative. But why? Who was I writing it for? In one sense, I had many audiences: my children and grandchildren, TGS readers and listeners, my close friends, the public at large, the historical record—the list could go on. But in another sense, my memoir had only one reader: me. I was the only one who would know if I was being honest, if I was telling the truth, no matter how unvarnished. That reader is hard to please, and he is a ruthless critic. But I think he’s satisfied, at least for now.
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Whoever the coward was deleted their own request
Good for you Glenn You got the last word… it’s funny I was at Harvard during the time some of that was going on. I never heard a word about you then … not even after until the recent past… But I say this… good for you … When the accounts of bad behavior come out about folks after they die… there’s something cheap about that… there’s no one who can speak for you but you… when you hear the bad and the ugly from the person themselves it puts life in perspective… Guess what? No one is all that… and better we hear it from each other when appropriate than second third and fourth hand….There’s something metamorphic about your account…..without the retaliation… My goodness there ‘s plenty u could have retaliated about…. But u didn’t …. Even the initial whimsy in your expressions about your confessions …. Not even that has lingered. It didn’t just evaporate it somehow got consumed into the picture of living. You’re still brilliant. And did some dumb things … that’s not meant to sound cavalier bc I had moments I wanted to slug you while reading your account…. Those reactions haven’t become complacent in fact you describe the human condition that is present in us all…. And I don’t want to spend the lion’s share of my time slugging myself though I’ve done and can do my share of that. Who can’t. And guess what… the human condition is in great measure for anyone who just had a twinge of “ yeah but I haven’t been that bad.”” Bologna! It may take a didn’t form but it’s all at parity….”Nono” from all of you who in the quiet of your own silence have been shocked at the murderous thought that periodically pops up in your head… like our friend John Whortner… though he’s gone off scampering into the wild he’ll call summer vacation… but John is emblematic of an authenticity that’s all for show… with very little substance. Sorry John u earned that… At any rate , I hated your preface but I’m sure when go back if I go back to read it, a different facet will present.. not unlike your stream of conscious responses in this segment