From the "Dr. Ink" column at Poynter:<p>"...For decades, we white journalists have rolled the rock up the mountain of Caucasian privilege. You know, my white brothers, of what I speak: the privilege to sit in the newsroom on our scrawny white asses, avoid eye contact with our editors, promise to "get to that assignment" when we have a chance, and (these days) slip out for a venti double mocha nonfat latte -- in short, the privilege to sidestep any challenge to our deeply ingrained right to mediocrity. No, we shall not be moved. 'Cause we own the place. ..."<p>I beg your pardon. I've never had a venti double mocha nonfat latte in my life. Warmed-over Folgers with something from the air ducts floating in it is my usual fare. Am I missing something common in other newsrooms?
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