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Martin Luther King Jr.: A Candid Conversation With the Nobel Prize-Winning Civil Rights Leader

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Martin Luther King Jr.: A Candid Conversation With the Nobel Prize-Winning Civil Rights Leader

On Monday, America celebrates the life and work of the pioneering Civil Rights leader, Martin Luther King Jr. In 1964, Playboy published an interview with King by Alex Haley, who would go on to write Roots. Their discussion of the fight for racial equality is the longest interview King ever granted any publication. Enjoy the story in its entirety, and to read every article the magazine has ever published—from 1953 until today—visit the complete archive at iplayboy.com.


On December 5, 1955, to the amused annoyance of the white citizens of Montgomery, Alabama, an obscure young Baptist minister named Martin Luther King, Jr., called a city-wide Negro boycott of its segregated bus system. To their consternation, however, it was almost 100 percent successful; it lasted for 381 days and nearly bankrupted the bus line. When King's home was bombed during the siege, thousands of enraged Negroes were ready to riot, but the soft-spoken clergyman prevailed on them to channel their anger into nonviolent protest—and became world-renowned as a champion of Gandhi's philosophy of passive resistance. Within a year the Supreme Court had ruled Jim Crow seating unlawful on Montgomery's buses, and King found himself, at 27, on the front lines of a nonviolent Negro revolution against racial injustice.

Moving to Atlanta, he formed the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, an alliance of church-affiliated civil rights organizations which joined such activist groups as CORE and SNCC in a widening campaign of sit-in demonstrations and freedom rides throughout the South. Dissatisfied with the slow pace of the protest movement, King decided to create a crisis in 1963 that would "dramatize the Negro plight and galvanize the national conscience." He was abundantly successful, for his mass nonviolent demonstration in arch-segregationist Birmingham resulted in the arrest of more than 3300 Negroes, including King himself; and millions were outraged by front-page pictures of Negro demonstrators being brutalized by the billy sticks, police dogs and fire hoses of police chief Bull Connor.

In the months that followed, mass sit-ins and demonstrations erupted in 800 Southern cities; President Kennedy proposed a Civil Rights Bill aimed at the enforcement of voting rights, equal employment opportunities, and the desegregation of public facilities, and the now-famous march on Washington, 200,000 strong, was eloquently addressed by King on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. By the end of that "long hot summer," America's Negroes had won more tangible gains than in any year since 1865—and Martin Luther King had become their acknowledged leader and most respected spokesman.

He earned it the hard way: In the course of his civil rights work he has been jailed 14 times and stabbed once in the chest; his home has been bombed three times; and his daily mail brings a steady flow of death threats and obscenities. Undeterred, he works 20 hours a day, travels 325,000 miles and makes 450 speeches a year throughout the country on behalf of the Negro cause. Inundated by calls, callers and correspondence at his S.C.L.C. office in Atlanta, he also finds time somehow to preach, visit the sick and help the poor among his congregation at the city's Ebenezer Baptist Church, of which he and his father are the pastors.

So heavy, in fact, were his commitments when we called him last summer for an interview, that two months elapsed before he was able to accept our request for an appointment. We kept it—only to spend a week in Atlanta waiting vainly for him to find a moment for more than an apology and a hurried handshake. A bit less pressed when we returned for a second visit, King was finally able to sandwich in a series of hour and half-hour conversations with us among the other demands of a grueling week. The resultant interview is the longest he has ever granted to any publication.

Though he spoke with heartfelt and often eloquent sincerity, his tone was one of businesslike detachment. And his mood, except for one or two flickering smiles of irony, was gravely serious—never more so than the moment, during a rare evening with his family on our first night in town, when his four children chided him affectionately for "not being home enough." After dinner, we began the interview on this personal note.


Playboy: Dr. King, are your children old enough to be aware of the issues at stake in the civil rights movement, and of your role in it?

King: Yes, they are—especially my oldest child, Yolanda. Two years ago, I remember, I returned home after serving one of my terms in the Albany, Georgia, jail, and she asked me, "Daddy, why do you have to go to jail so much?" I told her that I was involved in a struggle to make conditions better for the colored people, and thus for all people. I explained that because things are as they are, someone has to take a stand, that it is necessary for someone to go to jail, because many Southern officials seek to maintain the barriers that have historically been erected to exclude the colored people. I tried to make her understand that someone had to do this to make the world better—for all children. She was only six at that time, but she was already aware of segregation because of an experience that we had had.

Playboy: Would you mind telling us about it?

King: Not at all. The family often used to ride with me to the Atlanta airport, and on our way, we always passed Funtown, a sort of miniature Disneyland with mechanical rides and that sort of thing. Yolanda would inevitably say, "I want to go to Funtown," and I would always evade a direct reply. I really didn't know how to explain to her why she couldn't go. Then one day at home, she ran downstairs exclaiming that a TV commercial was urging people to come to Funtown. Then my wife and I had to sit down with her between us and try to explain it. I have won some applause as a speaker, but my tongue twisted and my speech stammered seeking to explain to my six-year-old daughter why the public invitation on television didn't include her, and others like her. One of the most painful experiences I have ever faced was to see her tears when I told her that Funtown was closed to colored children, for I realized that at that moment the first dark cloud of inferiority had floated into her little mental sky, that at that moment her personality had begun to warp with that first unconscious bitterness toward white people. It was the first time that prejudice based upon skin color had been explained to her. But it was of paramount importance to me that she not grow up bitter. So I told her that although many white people were against her going to Funtown, there were many others who did want colored children to go. It helped somewhat. Pleasantly, word came to me later that Funtown had quietly desegregated, so I took Yolanda. A number of white persons there asked, "Aren't you Dr. King, and isn't this your daughter?" I said we were, and she heard them say how glad they were to see us there.

Playboy: As one who grew up in the economically comfortable, socially insulated environment of a middle-income home in Atlanta, can you recall when it was that you yourself first became painfully and personally aware of racial prejudice?

King: Very clearly. When I was 14, I had traveled from Atlanta to Dublin, Georgia, with a dear teacher of mine, Mrs. Bradley; she's dead now. I had participated there in an oratorical contest sponsored by the Negro Elks. It turned out to be a memorable day, for I had succeeded in winning the contest. My subject, I recall, ironically enough, was "The Negro and the Constitution." Anyway, that night, Mrs. Bradley and I were on a bus returning to Atlanta, and at a small town along the way, some white passengers boarded the bus, and the white driver ordered us to get up and give the whites our seats. We didn't move quickly enough to suit him, so he began cursing us, calling us "black sons of bitches." I intended to stay right in that seat, but Mrs. Bradley finally urged me up, saying we had to obey the law. And so we stood up in the aisle for the 90 miles to Atlanta. That night will never leave my memory. It was the angriest I have ever been in my life.

Playboy: Wasn't it another such incident on a bus, years later, that thrust you into your present role as a civil rights leader?

King: Yes, it was—in Montgomery, Alabama, in 1955. E.D. Nixon, a Pullman porter long identified with the NAACP, telephoned me late one night to tell me that Mrs. Rosa Parks had been arrested around seven-thirty that evening when a bus driver demanded that she give up her seat, and she refused—because her feet hurt. Nixon had already bonded Mrs. Parks out of prison. He said, "It's time this stops; we ought to boycott the buses." I agreed and said, "Now." The next night we called a meeting of Negro community leaders to discuss it, and on Saturday and Sunday we appealed to the Negro community, with leaflets and from the pulpits, to boycott the buses on Monday. We had in mind a one-day boycott, and we were banking on 60-percent success. But the boycott saw instantaneous 99-percent success. We were so pleasantly surprised and impressed that we continued, and for the next 381 days the boycott of Montgomery's buses by Negroes was 99 9/10 successful.

Playboy: Were you sure you'd win?

King: There was one dark moment when we doubted it. We had been struggling to make the boycott a success when the city of Montgomery successfully obtained an injunction from the court to stop our car pool. I didn't know what to say to our people. They had backed us up, and we had let them down. It was a desolate moment. I saw, all of us saw, that the court was leaning against us. I remember telling a group of those working closest with me to spread in the Negro community the message, "We must have the faith that things will work out somehow, that God will make a way for us when there seems no way." It was about noontime, I remember, when Rex Thomas of the Associated Press rushed over to where I was sitting and told me of the news flash that the U.S. Supreme Court had declared that bus segregation in Montgomery was unconstitutional. It had literally been the darkest hour before the dawn.

Playboy: You and your followers were criticized, after your arrest for participating in the boycott, for accepting bail and leaving jail. Do you feel, in retrospect, that you did the right thing?

King: No; I think it was a mistake, a tactical error for me to have left jail, by accepting bail, after being indicted along with 125 others, mainly drivers of our car pool, under an old law of doubtful constitutionality, an "antiboycott" ordinance. I should have stayed in prison. It would have nationally dramatized and deepened our movement even earlier, and it would have more quickly aroused and keened America's conscience.

Playboy: Do you feel you've been guilty of any comparable errors in judgment since then?

King: Yes, I do—in Albany, Georgia, in 1962. If I had that to do again, I would guide that community's Negro leadership differently than I did. The mistake I made there was to protest against segregation generally rather than against a single and distinct facet of it. Our protest was so vague that we got nothing, and the people were left very depressed and in despair. It would have been much better to have concentrated upon integrating the buses or the lunch counters. One victory of this kind would have been symbolic, would have galvanized support and boosted morale. But I don't mean that our work in Albany ended in failure. The Negro people there straightened up their bent backs; you can't ride a man's back unless it's bent. Also, thousands of Negroes registered to vote who never had voted before, and because of the expanded Negro vote in the next election for governor of Georgia—which pitted a moderate candidate against a rabid segregationist—Georgia elected its first governor who had pledged to respect and enforce the law impartially. And what we learned from our mistakes in Albany helped our later campaigns in other cities to be more effective. We have never since scattered our efforts in a general attack on segregation, but have focused upon specific, symbolic objectives.

Playboy: Can you recall any other mistakes you've made in leading the movement?

King: Well, the most pervasive mistake I have made was in believing that because our cause was just, we could be sure that the white ministers of the South, once their Christian consciences were challenged, would rise to our aid. I felt that white ministers would take our cause to the white power structures. I ended up, of course, chastened and disillusioned. As our movement unfolded, and direct appeals were made to white ministers, most folded their hands—and some even took stands against us.

Playboy: Their stated reason for refusing to help was that it was not the proper role of the church to "intervene in secular affairs." Do you disagree with this view?

King: Most emphatically. The essence of the Epistles of Paul is that Christians should rejoice at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believe. The projection of a social gospel, in my opinion, is the true witness of a Christian life. This is the meaning of the true ekklesia—the inner, spiritual church. The church once changed society. It was then a thermostat of society. But today I feel that too much of the church is merely a thermometer, which measures rather than molds popular opinion.

Playboy: Are you speaking of the church in general—or the white church in particular?

King: The white church, I'm sorry to say. Its leadership has greatly disappointed me. Let me hasten to say there are some outstanding exceptions. As one whose Christian roots go back through three generations of ministers—my father, grandfather and great-grandfather—I will remain true to the church as long as I live. But the laxity of the white church collectively has caused me to weep tears of love. There cannot be deep disappointment without deep love. Time and again in my travels, as I have seen the outward beauty of white churches, I have had to ask myself, "What kind of people worship there? Who is their God? Is their God the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and is their Savior the Savior who hung on the cross at Golgotha? Where were their voices when a black race took upon itself the cross of protest against man's injustice to man? Where were their voices when defiance and hatred were called for by white men who sat in these very churches?"

As the Negro struggles against grave injustice, most white churchmen offer pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. As you say, they claim that the gospel of Christ should have no concern with social issues. Yet white churchgoers, who insist that they are Christians, practice segregation as rigidly in the house of God as they do in movie-houses. Too much of the white church is timid and ineffectual, and some of it is shrill in its defense of bigotry and prejudice. In most communities, the spirit of status quo is endorsed by the churches.

My personal disillusionment with the church began when I was thrust into the leadership of the bus protest in Montgomery. I was confident that the white ministers, priests and rabbis of the South would prove strong allies in our just cause. But some became open adversaries, some cautiously shrank from the issue, and others hid behind silence. My optimism about help from the white church was shattered; and on too many occasions since, my hopes for the white church have been dashed. There are many signs that the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. Unless the early sacrificial spirit is recaptured, I am very much afraid that today's Christian church will lose its authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and we will see the Christian church dismissed as a social club with no meaning or effectiveness for our time, as a form without substance, as salt without savor. The real tragedy, though, is not Martin Luther King's disillusionment with the church—for I am sustained by its spiritual blessings as a minister of the gospel with a lifelong commitment; the tragedy is that in my travels. I meet young people of all races whose disenchantment with the church has soured into outright disgust.

Playboy: Do you feel that the Negro church has come any closer to "the projection of a social gospel" in its commitment to the cause?

King: I must say that when my Southern Christian Leadership Conference began its work in Birmingham, we encountered numerous Negro church reactions that had to be overcome. Negro ministers were among other Negro leaders who felt they were being pulled into something that they had not helped to organize. This is almost always a problem. Negro community unity was the first requisite if our goals were to be realized. I talked with many groups, including one group of 200 ministers, my theme to them being that a minister cannot preach the glories of heaven while ignoring social conditions in his own community that cause men an earthly hell. I stressed that the Negro minister had particular freedom and independence to provide strong, firm leadership, and I asked how the Negro would ever gain freedom without his minister's guidance, support and inspiration. These ministers finally decided to entrust our movement with their support, and as a result, the role of the Negro church today, by and large, is a glorious example in the history of Christendom. For never in Christian history, within a Christian country, have Christian churches been on the receiving end of such naked brutality and violence as we are witnessing here in America today. Not since the days of the Christians in the catacombs has God's house, as a symbol, weathered such attack as the Negro churches.

I shall never forget the grief and bitterness I felt on that terrible September morning when a bomb blew out the lives of those four little, innocent girls sitting in their Sunday-school class in the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham. I think of how a woman cried out, crunching through broken glass, "My God, we're not even safe in church!" I think of how that explosion blew the face of Jesus Christ from a stained-glass window. It was symbolic of how sin and evil had blotted out the life of Christ. I can remember thinking that if men were this bestial, was it all worth it? Was there any hope? Was there any way out?

Playboy: Do you still feel this way?

King: No, time has healed the wounds—and buoyed me with the inspiration of another moment which I shall never forget: when I saw with my own eyes over 3000 young Negro boys and girls, totally unarmed, leave Birmingham's 16th Street Baptist Church to march to a prayer meeting—ready to pit nothing but the power of their bodies and souls against Bull Connor's police dogs, clubs and fire hoses. When they refused Connor's bellowed order to turn back, he whirled and shouted to his men to turn on the hoses. It was one of the most fantastic events of the Birmingham story that these Negroes, many of them on their knees, stared, unafraid and unmoving, at Connor's men with the hose nozzles in their hands. Then, slowly the Negroes stood up and advanced, and Connor's men fell back as though hypnotized, as the Negroes marched on past to hold their prayer meeting. I saw there, I felt there, for the first time, the pride and the power of nonviolence.

Another time I will never forget was one Saturday night, late, when my brother telephoned me in Atlanta from Birmingham—that city which some call "Bombingham"—which I had just left. He told me that a bomb had wrecked his home, and that another bomb, positioned to exert its maximum force upon the motel room in which I had been staying, had injured several people. My brother described the terror in the streets as Negroes, furious at the bombings, fought whites. Then, behind his voice, I heard a rising chorus of beautiful singing: "We shall overcome." Tears came into my eyes that at such a tragic moment, my race still could sing its hope and faith.

Playboy: We Shall Overcome has become the unofficial song and slogan of the civil rights movement. Do you consider such inspirational anthems important to morale?

King: In a sense, songs are the soul of a movement. Consider, in World War Two, Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition, and in World War One, Over There and Tipperary, and during the Civil War, Battle Hymn of the Republic and John Brown's Body. A Negro song anthology would include sorrow songs, shouts for joy, battle hymns, anthems. Since slavery, the Negro has sung throughout his struggle in America. Steal Away and Go Down, Moses were the songs of faith and inspiration which were sung on the plantations. For the same reasons the slaves sang, Negroes today sing freedom songs, for we, too, are in bondage. We sing out our determination that "We shall overcome, black and white together, we shall overcome someday." I should also mention a song parody that I enjoyed very much which the Negroes sang during our campaign in Albany, Georgia. It goes: "I'm comin', I'm comin'/And my head ain't bendin' low/I'm walkin' tall, I'm talkin' strong/I'm America's New Black Joe."

Playboy: Your detractors in the Negro community often refer to you snidely as "De Lawd" and "Booker T. King." What's your reaction to this sort of Uncle Tom label?

King: I hear some of those names, but my reaction to them is never emotional. I don't think you can be in public life without being called bad names. As Lincoln said, "If I answered all criticism, I'd have time for nothing else." But with regard to both of the names you mentioned, I've always tried to be what I call militantly nonviolent. I don't believe that anyone could seriously accuse me of not being totally committed to the breakdown of segregation.

Playboy: What do you mean by "militantly nonviolent"?

King: I mean to say that a strong man must be militant as well as moderate. He must be a realist as well as an idealist. If I am to merit the trust invested in me by some of my race, I must be both of these things. This is why nonviolence is a powerful as well as a just weapon. If you confront a man who has long been cruelly misusing you, and say, "Punish me, if you will; I do not deserve it, but I will accept it, so that the world will know I am right and you are wrong," then you wield a powerful and a just weapon. This man, your oppressor, is automatically morally defeated, and if he has any conscience, he is ashamed. Wherever this weapon is used in a manner that stirs a community's, or a nation's, anguished conscience, then the pressure of public opinion becomes an ally in your just cause.

Another of the major strengths of the nonviolent weapon is its strange power to transform and transmute the individuals who subordinate themselves to its disciplines, investing them with a cause that is larger than themselves. They become, for the first time, somebody, and they have, for the first time, the courage to be free. When the Negro finds the courage to be free, he faces dogs and guns and clubs and fire hoses totally unafraid, and the white men with those dogs, guns, clubs and fire hoses see that the Negro they have traditionally called "boy" has become a man.

We should not forget that, although nonviolent direct action did not originate in America, it found a natural home where it has been a revered tradition to rebel against injustice. This great weapon, which we first tried out in Montgomery during the bus boycott, has been further developed throughout the South over the past decade, until by today it has become instrumental in the greatest mass-action crusade for freedom that has occurred in America since the Revolutionary War. The effectiveness of this weapon's ability to dramatize, in the world's eyes, an oppressed peoples' struggle for justice is evident in the fact that of 1963's top ten news stories after the assassination of President Kennedy and the events immediately connected with it, nine stories dealt with one aspect or another of the Negro struggle.

Playboy: Several of those stories dealt with your own nonviolent campaigns against segregation in various Southern cities, where you and your followers have been branded "rabble-rousers" and "outside agitators." Do you feel you've earned these labels?

King: Wherever the early Christians appeared, spreading Christ's doctrine of love, the resident power structure accused them of being "disturbers of the peace" and "outside agitators." But the small Christian band continued to teach and exemplify love, convinced that they were "a colony of heaven" on this earth who were missioned to obey not man but God. If those of us who employ nonviolent direct action today are dismissed by our white brothers as "rabble-rousers" and "outside agitators," if they refuse to support our nonviolent efforts and goals, we can be assured that the summer of 1965 will be no less long and hot than the summer of 1964.

Our white brothers must be made to understand that nonviolence is a weapon fabricated of love. It is a sword that heals. Our nonviolent direct-action program has as its objective not the creation of tensions, but the surfacing of tensions already present. We set out to precipitate a crisis situation that must open the door to negotiation. I am not afraid of the words "crisis" and "tension." I deeply oppose violence, but constructive crisis and tension are necessary for growth. Innate in all life, and all growth, is tension. Only in death is there an absence of tension. To cure injustices, you must expose them before the light of human conscience and the bar of public opinion, regardless of whatever tensions that exposure generates. Injustices to the Negro must be brought out into the open where they cannot be evaded.

Playboy: Is this the sole aim of your Southern Christian Leadership Conference?

King: We have five aims: first, to stimulate nonviolent, direct, mass action to expose and remove the barriers of segregation and discrimination; second, to disseminate the creative philosophy and techniques of nonviolence through local and area workshops; third, to secure the right and unhampered use of the ballot for every citizen; fourth, to achieve full citizenship rights, and the total integration of the Negro into American life; and fifth, to reduce the cultural lag through our citizenship training program.

Playboy: How does S.C.L.C. select the cities where nonviolent campaigns and demonstrations are to be staged?

King: The operational area of S.C.L.C. is the entire South, where we have affiliated organizations in some 85 cities. Our major campaigns have been conducted only in cities where a request for our help comes from one of these affiliate organizations, and only when we feel that intolerable conditions in that community might be ameliorated with our help. I will give you an example. In Birmingham, one of our affiliate organizations is the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights, which was organized by the Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth, a most energetic and indomitable man. It was he who set out to end Birmingham's racism, challenging the terrorist reign of Bull Connor. S.C.L.C. watched admiringly as the small Shuttlesworth-led organization fought in the Birmingham courts and with boycotts. Shuttlesworth was jailed several times, his home and church were bombed, and still he did not back down. His defiance of Birmingham's racism inspired and encouraged Negroes throughout the South. Then, at a May 1962 board meeting of the S.C.L.C. in Chattanooga, the first discussions began that later led to our joining Shuttlesworth's organization in a massive direct-action campaign to attack Birmingham's segregation.

Playboy: One of the highlights of that campaign was your celebrated "Letter from a Birmingham Jail"—written during one of your jail terms for civil disobedience—an eloquent reply to eight Protestant, Catholic and Jewish clergymen who had criticized your activities in Birmingham. Do you feel that subsequent events have justified the sentiments expressed in your letter?

King: I would say yes. Two or three important and constructive things have happened which can be at least partially attributed to that letter. By now, nearly a million copies of the letter have been widely circulated in churches of most of the major denominations. It helped to focus greater international attention upon what was happening in Birmingham. And I am sure that without Birmingham, the march on Washington wouldn't have been called—which in my mind was one of the most creative steps the Negro struggle has taken. The march on Washington spurred and galvanized the consciences of millions. It gave the American Negro a new national and international stature. The press of the world recorded the story as nearly a quarter of a million Americans, white and black, assembled in grandeur as a testimonial to the Negro's determination to achieve freedom in this generation.

It was also the image of Birmingham which, to a great extent, helped to bring the Civil Rights Bill into being in 1963. Previously, President Kennedy had decided not to propose it that year, feeling that it would so arouse the South that it would meet a bottleneck. But Birmingham, and subsequent developments, caused him to reorder his legislative priorities.

One of these decisive developments was our last major campaign before the enactment of the Civil Rights Act—in St. Augustine, Florida. We received a plea for help from Dr. Robert Hayling, the leader of the St. Augustine movement. St. Augustine, America's oldest city, and one of the most segregated cities in America, was a stronghold of the Ku Klux Klan and the John Birch Society. Such things had happened as Klansmen abducting four Negroes and beating them unconscious with clubs, brass knuckles, ax handles and pistol butts. Dr. Hayling's home had been shot up with buckshot, three Negro homes had been bombed and several Negro night clubs shotgunned. A Negro's car had been destroyed by fire because his child was one of the six Negro children permitted to attend white schools. And the homes of two of the Negro children in the white schools had been burned down. Many Negroes had been fired from jobs that some had worked on for 28 years because they were somehow connected with the demonstrations. Police had beaten and arrested Negroes for picketing, marching and singing freedom songs. Many Negroes had served up to 90 days in jail for demonstrating against segregation, and four teenagers had spent six months in jail for picketing. Then, on February seventh of last year, Dr. Hayling's home was shotgunned a second time, with his pregnant wife and two children barely escaping death; the family dog was killed while standing behind the living-room door. So S.C.L.C. decided to join in last year's celebration of St. Augustine's gala 400th birthday as America's oldest city—by converting it into a nonviolent battleground. This is just what we did.

Playboy: But isn't it true, Dr. King, that during this and other "nonviolent" demonstrations, violence has occurred—sometimes resulting in hundreds of casualties on both sides?

King: Yes, in part that is true. But what is always overlooked is how few people, in ratio to the numbers involved, have been casualties. An army on maneuvers, against no enemy, suffers casualties, even fatalities. A minimum of whites have been casualties in demonstrations solely because our teaching of nonviolence disciplines our followers not to fight even if attacked. A minimum of Negroes are casualties for two reasons: Their white oppressors know that the world watches their actions, and for the first time they are being faced by Negroes who display no fear.

Playboy: It was shortly after your St. Augustine campaign last summer, as you mentioned, that the Civil Rights Bill was passed—outlawing many of the injustices against which you had been demonstrating. Throughout the South, predictably, it was promptly anathematized as unconstitutional and excessive in its concessions to Negro demands. How do you feel about it?

King: I don't feel that the Civil Rights Act has gone far enough in some of its coverage. In the first place, it needs a stronger voting section. You will never have a true democracy until you can eliminate all restrictions. We need to do away with restrictive literacy tests. I've seen too much of native intelligence to accept the validity of these tests as a criterion for voting qualifications. Our nation needs a universal method of voter registration—one man, one vote, literally. Second, there is a pressing, urgent need to give the attorney general the right to initiate Federal suits in any area of civil rights denial. Third, we need a strong and strongly enforced fair-housing section such as many states already have. President Kennedy initiated the present housing law, but it is not broad enough. Fourth, we need an extension of FEPC to grapple more effectively with the problems of poverty. Not only are millions of Negroes caught in the clutches of poverty, but millions of poor whites as well. And fifth, conclusive and effective measures must be taken immediately at the Federal level to curb the worsening reign of terror in the South—which is aided and abetted, as everyone knows, by state and local law-enforcement agencies. It's getting so that anybody can kill a Negro and get away with it in the South, as long as they go through the motions of a jury trial. There is very little chance of conviction from lily-white Southern jurors. It must be fixed so that in the case of interracial murder, the Federal Government can prosecute.

Playboy: Your dissatisfaction with the Civil Rights Act reflects that of most other Negro spokesmen. According to recent polls, however, many whites resent this attitude, calling the Negro "ungrateful" and "unrealistic" to press his demands for more.

King: This is a litany to those of us in this field. "What more will the Negro want?" "What will it take to make these demonstrations end?" Well, I would like to reply with another rhetorical question: Why do white people seem to find it so difficult to understand that the Negro is sick and tired of having reluctantly parceled out to him those rights and privileges which all others receive upon birth or entry in America? I never cease to wonder at the amazing presumption of much of white society, assuming that they have the right to bargain with the Negro for his freedom. This continued arrogant ladling out of pieces of the rights of citizenship has begun to generate a fury in the Negro. Even so, he is not pressing for revenge, or for conquest, or to gain spoils, or to enslave, or even to marry the sisters of those who have injured him. What the Negro wants—and will not stop until he gets—is absolute and unqualified freedom and equality here in this land of his birth, and not in Africa or in some imaginary state. The Negro no longer will be tolerant of anything less than his due right and heritage. He is pursuing only that which he knows is honorably his. He knows that he is right.

But every Negro leader since the turn of the century has been saying this in one form or another. It is because we have been so long and so conscientiously ignored by the dominant white society that the situation has now reached such crisis proportions. Few white people, even today, will face the clear fact that the very future and destiny of this country are tied up in what answer will be given to the Negro. And that answer must be given soon.

Playboy: Relatively few dispute the justness of the struggle to eradicate racial injustice, but many whites feel that the Negro should be more patient, that only the passage of time—perhaps generations—will bring about the sweeping changes he demands in traditional attitudes and customs. Do you think this is true?

King: No, I do not. I feel that the time is always right to do what is right. Where progress for the Negro in America is concerned, there is a tragic misconception of time among whites. They seem to cherish a strange, irrational notion that something in the very flow of time will cure all ills. In truth, time itself is only neutral. Increasingly, I feel that time has been used destructively by people of ill will much more than it has been used constructively by those of good will.

If I were to select a timetable for the equalization of human rights, it would be the intent of the "all deliberate speed" specified in the historic 1954 Supreme Court decision. But what has happened? A Supreme Court decision was met, and balked, with utter defiance. Ten years later, in most areas of the South, less than one percent of the Negro children have been integrated in schools, and in some of the deepest South, not even one tenth of one percent. Approximately 25 percent of employable Negro youth, for another example, are presently unemployed. Though many would prefer not to, we must face the fact that progress for the Negro—to which white "moderates" like to point in justifying gradualism—has been relatively insignificant, particularly in terms of the Negro masses. What little progress has been made—and that includes the Civil Rights Act—has applied primarily to the middle-class Negro. Among the masses, especially in the Northern ghettos, the situation remains about the same, and for some it is worse.

Playboy: It would seem that much could be done at the local, state and Federal levels to remedy these inequities. In your own contact with them, have you found Government officials—in the North, if not in the South—to be generally sympathetic, understanding, and receptive to appeals for reform?

King: On the contrary, I have been dismayed at the degree to which abysmal ignorance seems to prevail among many state, city and even Federal officials on the whole question of racial justice and injustice. Particularly, I have found that these men seriously—and dangerously—underestimate the explosive mood of the Negro and the gravity of the crisis. Even among those whom I would consider to be both sympathetic and sincerely intellectually committed, there is a lamentable lack of understanding. But this white failure to comprehend the depth and dimension of the Negro problem is far from being peculiar to Government officials. Apart from bigots and backlashers, it seems to be a malady even among those whites who like to regard themselves as "enlightened." I would especially refer to those who counsel, "Wait!" and to those who say that they sympathize with our goals but cannot condone our methods of direct-action pursuit of those goals. I wonder at men who dare to feel that they have some paternalistic right to set the timetable for another man's liberation. Over the past several years, I must say, I have been gravely disappointed with such white "moderates." I am often inclined to think that they are more of a stumbling block to the Negro's progress than the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner.

Playboy: Haven't both of these segregationist societies been implicated in connection with plots against your life?

King: It's difficult to trace the authorship of these death threats. I seldom go through a day without one. Some are telephoned anonymously to my office; others are sent—unsigned, of course—through the mails. Drew Pearson wrote not long ago about one group of unknown affiliation that was committed to assassinate not only me but also Chief Justice Warren and President Johnson. And not long ago, when I was about to visit in Mississippi, I received some very urgent calls from Negro leaders in Mobile, who had been told by a very reliable source that a sort of guerrilla group led by a retired major in the area of Lucyville, Mississippi, was plotting to take my life during the visit. I was strongly urged to cancel the trip, but when I thought about it, I decided that I had no alternative but to go on into Mississippi.

Playboy: Why?

King: Because I have a job to do. If I were constantly worried about death, I couldn't function. After a while, if your life is more or less constantly in peril, you come to a point where you accept the possibility philosophically. I must face the fact, as all others in positions of leadership must do, that America today is an extremely sick nation, and that something could well happen to me at any time. I feel, though, that my cause is so right, so moral, that if I should lose my life, in some way it would aid the cause.

Playboy: That statement exemplifies the total dedication to the civil rights movement for which you are so widely admired—but also denounced as an "extremist" by such segregationist spokesmen as Alabama's Governor Wallace. Do you accept this identification?

King: It disturbed me when I first heard it. But when I began to consider the true meaning of the word, I decided that perhaps I would like to think of myself as an extremist—in the light of the spirit which made Jesus an extremist for love. If it sounds as though I am comparing myself to the Savior, let me remind you that all who honor themselves with the claim of being "Christians" should compare themselves to Jesus. Thus I consider myself an extremist for that brotherhood of man which Paul so nobly expressed: "There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus." Love is the only force on earth that can be dispensed or received in an extreme manner, without any qualifications, without any harm to the giver or to the receiver.

Playboy: Perhaps. But the kind of extremism for which you've been criticized has to do not with love, but with your advocacy of willful disobedience of what you consider to be "unjust laws." Do you feel you have the right to pass judgment on and defy the law—nonviolently or otherwise?

King: Yes—morally, if not legally. For there are two kinds of laws: man's and God's. A man-made code that squares with the moral law, or the law of God, is a just law. But a man-made code that is inharmonious with the moral law is an unjust law. And an unjust law, as St. Augustine said, is no law at all. Thus a law that is unjust is morally null and void, and must be defied until it is legally null and void as well. Let us not forget, in the memories of 6,000,000 who died, that everything Adolf Hitler did in Germany was "legal," and that everything the Freedom Fighters in Hungary did was "illegal." In spite of that, I am sure that I would have aided and comforted my Jewish brothers if I had lived in Germany during Hitler's reign, as some Christian priests and ministers did do, often at the cost of their lives. And if I lived now in a Communist country where principles dear to the Christian's faith are suppressed, I know that I would openly advocate defiance of that country's antireligious laws—again, just as some Christian priests and ministers are doing today behind the Iron Curtain. Right here in America today there are white ministers, priests and rabbis who have shed blood in the support of our struggle against a web of human injustice, much of which is supported by immoral man-made laws.

Playboy: Segregation laws?

King: Specifically, court injunctions. Though the rights of the First Amendment guarantee that any citizen or group of citizens may engage in peaceable assembly, the South has seized upon the device of invoking injunctions to block our direct-action civil rights demonstrations. When you get set to stage a nonviolent demonstration, the city simply secures an injunction to cease and desist. Southern courts are well known for "sitting on" this type of case; conceivably a two- or three-year delay could be incurred. At first we found this to be a highly effective subterfuge against us. We first experienced it in Montgomery when, during the bus boycott, our car pool was outlawed by an injunction. An injunction also destroyed the protest movement in Talladega, Alabama. Another injunction outlawed the oldest civil rights organization, the NAACP, from the whole state of Alabama. Still another injunction thwarted our organization's efforts in Albany, Georgia. Then in Birmingham, we felt that we had to take a stand and disobey a court injunction against demonstrations, knowing the consequences and being prepared to meet them—or the unjust law would break our movement.

We did not take this step hastily or rashly. We gave the matter intense thought and prayer before deciding that the right thing was being done. And when we made our decision, I announced our plan to the press, making it clear that we were not anarchists advocating lawlessness, but that in good conscience we could not comply with a misuse of the judicial process in order to perpetuate injustice and segregation. When our plan was made known, it bewildered and immobilized our segregationist opponents. We felt that our decision had been morally as well as tactically right—in keeping with God's law as well as with the spirit of our nonviolent direct-action program.

Playboy: If it's morally right for supporters of civil rights to violate segregation laws which they consider unjust, why is it wrong for segregationists to resist the enforcement of integration laws which they consider unjust?

King: Because segregation, as even the segregationists know in their hearts, is morally wrong and sinful. If it weren't, the white South would not be haunted as it is by a deep sense of guilt for what it has done to the Negro—guilt for patronizing him, degrading him, brutalizing him, depersonalizing him, thingifying him; guilt for lying to itself. This is the source of the schizophrenia that the South will suffer until it goes through its crisis of conscience.

Playboy: Is this crisis imminent?

King: It may not come next week or next year, but it is certainly more imminent in the South than in the North. If the South is honest with itself, it may well outdistance the North in the improvement of race relations.

Playboy: Why?

King: Well, the Northern white, having had little actual contact with the Negro, is devoted to an abstract principle of cordial interracial relations. The North has long considered, in a theoretical way, that it supported brotherhood and the equality of man, but the truth is that deep prejudices and discriminations exist in hidden and subtle and covert disguises. The South's prejudice and discrimination, on the other hand, has been applied against the Negro in obvious, open, overt and glaring forms—which make the problem easier to get at. The Southern white man has the advantage of far more actual contact with Negroes than the Northerner. A major problem is that this contact has been paternalistic and poisoned by the myth of racial superiority.

Playboy: Many Southern whites, supported by the "research" of several Southern anthropologists, vow that white racial superiority—and Negro inferiority—are a biological fact.

King: You may remember that during the rise of Nazi Germany, a rash of books by respected German scientists appeared, supporting the master-race theory. This utterly ignorant fallacy has been so thoroughly refuted by the social scientists, as well as by medical science, that any individual who goes on believing it is standing in an absolutely misguided and diminishing circle. The American Anthropological Association has unanimously adopted a resolution repudiating statements that Negroes are biologically, in innate mental ability or in any other way inferior to whites. The collective weight and authority of world scientists are embodied in a Unesco report on races which flatly refutes the theory of innate superiority among any ethnic group. And as far as Negro "blood" is concerned, medical science finds the same four blood types in all race groups.

When the Southern white finally accepts this simple fact—as he eventually must—beautiful results will follow, for we will have come a long way toward transforming his master-servant perspective into a person-to-person perspective. The Southern white man, discovering the "nonmyth" Negro, exhibits all the passion of the new convert, seeing the black man as a man among men for the first time. The South, if it is to survive economically, must make dramatic changes, and these must include the Negro. People of good will in the South, who are the vast majority, have the challenge to be open and honest, and to turn a deaf ear to the shrill cries of the irresponsible few on the lunatic fringe. I think and pray they will.

Playboy: Whom do you include among "the irresponsible few"?

King: I include those who preach racism and commit violence; and those who, in various cities where we have sought to peacefully demonstrate, have sought to goad Negroes into violence as an excuse for violent mass reprisal. In Birmingham, for example, on the day it was flashed about the world that a "peace pact" had been signed between the moderate whites and the Negroes, Birmingham's segregationist forces reacted with fury, swearing vengeance against the white businessmen who had "betrayed" them by negotiating with Negroes. On Saturday night, just outside of Birmingham, a Ku Klux Klan meeting was held, and that same night, as I mentioned earlier, a bomb ripped the home of my brother, the Reverend A. D. King, and another bomb was planted where it would have killed or seriously wounded anyone in the motel room which I had been occupying. Both bombings had been timed just as Birmingham's bars closed on Saturday midnight, as the streets filled with thousands of Negroes who were not trained in nonviolence, and who had been drinking. Just as whoever planted the bombs had wanted to happen, fighting began, policemen were stoned by Negroes, cars were overturned and fires started.

Playboy: Were none of your S.C.L.C. workers involved?

King: If they had been, there would have been no riot, for we believe that only just means may be used in seeking a just end. We believe that lasting gains can be made—and they have been made—only by practicing what we preach: a policy of nonviolent, peaceful protest. The riots, North and South, have involved mobs—not the disciplined, nonviolent, direct-action demonstrators with whom I identify. We do not condone lawlessness, looting and violence committed by the racist or the reckless of any color.

I must say, however, that riots such as have occurred do achieve at least one partially positive effect: They dramatically focus national attention upon the Negro's discontent. Unfortunately, they also give the white majority an excuse, a provocation, to look away from the cause of the riots—the poverty and the deprivation and the degradation of the Negro, especially in the slums and ghettos where the riots occur—and to talk instead of looting, and of the breakdown of law and order. It is never circulated that some of the looters have been white people, similarly motivated by their own poverty. In one riot in a Northern city, aside from the Negroes and Puerto Ricans who were arrested, there were also 158 white people—including mothers stealing food, children's shoes and other necessity items. The poor, white and black, were rebelling together against the establishment.

Playboy: Whom do you mean by "the establishment"?

King: I mean the white leadership—which I hold as responsible as anyone for the riots, for not removing the conditions that cause them. The deep frustration, the seething desperation of the Negro today is a product of slum housing, chronic poverty, woefully inadequate education and substandard schools. The Negro is trapped in a long and desolate corridor with no exit sign, caught in a vicious socioeconomic vise. And he is ostracized as is no other minority group in America by the evil of oppressive and constricting prejudice based solely upon his color. A righteous man has no alternative but to resist such an evil system. If he does not have the courage to resist nonviolently, then he runs the risk of a violent emotional explosion. As much as I deplore violence, there is one evil that is worse than violence, and that's cowardice. It is still my basic article of faith that social justice can be achieved and democracy advanced only to the degree that there is firm adherence to nonviolent action and resistance in the pursuit of social justice. But America will be faced with the ever-present threat of violence, rioting and senseless crime as long as Negroes by the hundreds of thousands are packed into malodorous, rat-plagued ghettos; as long as Negroes remain smothered by poverty in the midst of an affluent society; as long as Negroes are made to feel like exiles in their own land; as long as Negroes continue to be dehumanized; as long as Negroes see their freedom endlessly delayed and diminished by the head winds of tokenism and small handouts from the white power structure. No nation can suffer any greater tragedy than to cause millions of its citizens to feel that they have no stake in their own society.

Understand that I am trying only to explain the reasons for violence and the threat of violence. Let me say again that by no means and under no circumstance do I condone outbreaks of looting and lawlessness. I feel that every responsible Negro leader must point out, with all possible vigor, that anyone who perpetrates and participates in a riot is immoral as well as impractical—that the use of immoral means will not achieve the moral end of racial justice.

Playboy: Whom do you consider the most responsible Negro leaders?

King: Well, I would say that Roy Wilkins of the NAACP has proved time and again to be a very articulate spokesman for the rights of Negroes. He is a most able administrator and a dedicated organization man with personal resources that have helped the whole struggle. Another outstanding man is Whitney Young Jr. of the National Urban League, an extremely able social scientist. He has developed a meaningful balance between militancy and moderation. James Farmer of CORE is another courageous, dedicated and thoughtful civil rights spokesman. I have always been impressed by how he maintains a freshness in his awareness of the meaning of the whole quest for freedom. And John Lewis of SNCC symbolizes the kind of strong militancy, courage and creativity that our youth have brought to the civil rights struggle. But I feel that the greatest leader of these times that the Negro has produced is A. Philip Randolph, president of the Brotherhood of Sleeping Car Porters, whose total integrity, depth of dedication and caliber of statesmanship set an example for us all.

Playboy: Many whites feel that last summer's riots occurred because leadership is no longer being offered by the men you named.

King: The riots we have had are minute compared to what would have happened without their effective and restraining leadership. I am convinced that unless the nonviolent philosophy had emerged and taken hold among Negroes, North and South, by today the streets of dozens of American communities would have flowed with blood. Hundreds of cities might now be mourning countless dead, of both races, were it not for the nonviolent influence which has given political surgeons the time and opportunity to boldly and safely excise some aspects of the peril of violence that faced this nation in the summers of 1963 and 1964. The whole world has seen what happened in communities such as Harlem, Brooklyn, Rochester, Philadelphia, Newark, St. Petersburg and Birmingham, where this emergency operation was either botched or not performed at all.

Playboy: Still, doesn't the very fact that riots have occurred tend to indicate that many Negroes are no longer heeding the counsels of nonviolence?

King: Not the majority, by any means. But it is true that some Negroes subscribe to a deep feeling that the tactic of nonviolence is not producing enough concrete victories. We have seen, in our experience, that nonviolence thrives best in a climate of justice. Violence grows to the degree that injustice prevails; the more injustice in a given community, the more violence, or potential violence, smolders in that community. I can give you a clear example. If you will notice, there have been fewer riots in the South. The reason for this is that the Negro in the South can see some visible, concrete victories in civil rights. Last year, the police would have been called if he sat down at a community lunch counter. This year, if he chooses to sit at that counter, he is served. More riots have occurred in the North because the fellow in Harlem, to name one Northern ghetto, can't see any victories. He remains throttled, as he has always been, by vague, intangible economic and social deprivations. Until the concerned power structures begin to grapple creatively with these fundamental inequities, it will be difficult for violence to be eliminated. The longer our people see no progress, or halting progress, the easier it will be for them to yield to the counsels of hatred and demagoguery.

Read part two of the interview here.


Twenty-five years ago today, the Bush presidential dynasty officially got its start.

Harvard Study: Black People Get Screwed on Airbnb

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Harvard Study: Black People Get Screwed on Airbnb

If you rent a room on Airbnb, odds are you know what your host looks like—their picture is featured front and center. A new report out of Harvard Business School crunched the data, and says this is totally fine, as long as you're not black.

The study, titled "Digital Discrimination: The Case of Airbnb.com," puts forth a pretty bleak premise. If you take two rental spaces, of the same general quality and in the same general area, the one owned by a non-black host will cost 12 percent more, on average:

We find that non-black hosts are able to charge approximately 12% more than black hosts, holding location, rental characteristics, and quality constant. Moreover, black hosts receive a larger price penalty for having a poor location score relative to non-black hosts. These differences highlight the risk of discrimination in online marketplaces, suggesting an important unintended consequence of a seemingly-routine mechanism for building trust

It's hard to pin down exactly, but the educated presumption is that black Airbnb hosts have to lower their prices in order to compete with non-black Airbnb users, simply because Airbnb users would prefer to not rent from a black host. The study doubts Airbnb is subject to any illegal discrimination liability, because otherwise it wouldn't show all those black and white faces so prominently.

In a statement to Recode, Airbnb, of course, dismisses the study:

"We are committed to making Airbnb the most open, trusted, diverse, transparent community in the world and our Terms of Service prohibit content that discriminates. The data in this report is nearly two years old and is from only one of the more than 35,000 cities where Airbnb hosts welcome guests into their homes. Additionally, the authors made a number of subjective or inaccurate determinations when compiling their findings."

Of course, this wouldn't be a case of Airbnb employing discriminatory policies, or encouraging discrimination—at worst, they're just facilitating it as a middleman. But it's a reminder that the "sharing economy" isn't a fist-bump feel-good utopia, as advertised—we share all our dirty prejudices, too.

Vladimir Putin jumps on the "I'm not prejudiced, I have gay friends" bandwagon.

Garbage Yogurts Face Off Over Which Is Less Garbagey

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The Yogurt Wars continue to descend to previously unimaginable depths of depravity. Now Yoplait is touting the fact that it is tastier than Chobani. Fine. Dog poop may be more toothsome than cow shit, but at least it has the decency not to crow about it.

You, the discriminating yogurt consumer, will notice that the marketing thugs at the Yoplait corporation conveniently forgot to compare their bland, soap-like muck to Fage, the actual best brand of Greek yogurt. In this way, Yoplait and Chobani keep up appearances of enmity while in fact conspiring to keep you, the consumer, from discovering the true location of Yogurt Flavor Country.

"It's so much better than Chobani," says the poor misguided sheep who's unwittingly been offered a Sophie's Choice of Yogurt so vile that Pol Pot would not have forced it upon his most hated enemies. Jesus, these people. There is no humanity left in this war.

[via Ad Age]

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

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​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

Is it possible to create a prison management game without trivializing or misrepresenting the issue of mass incarceration? As video games mature and tackle more serious topics, players and developers should be aware of the values embedded in their systems.

Prison Architect is an upcoming game by Introversion Software, a British independent company. Dubbing themselves "the last of the bedroom programmers," Introversion played a key role in the renaissance of independent game development, producing a string of critically acclaimed titles and paving the way for digital distribution of third-party games on Steam.

Among their previous releases is one of my favorite games ever: Defcon, a spine-chilling, eerily beautiful multiplayer real-time strategy game in which players engage in a Cold-war era nuclear conflict. Each Defcon game culminates in a slow-motion Mutually Assured Destruction scenario. Whoever suffers the least amount of megadeaths is the winner.

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

Prison Architect is also tackling a dark subject, a subject that deserves special attention and defies any 'it's just a game' kind of dismissal.

As the name suggests, the player is in charge of designing (but also managing) a private penitentiary. The gameplay is reminiscent of sim games from the '90s, most notably Bullfrog's Theme Park and Theme Hospital: a mix of construction, zoning, research, resource and staff management.

Prison Architect is available as a paid alpha, a model of crowd-funding that rewards pre-orders with access to early versions of the game. More than 300K units have been sold for a total of over $10 million.

Why talk about an unreleased game?

One of the reasons developers pre-release games is to create a community around their titles and involve players in the development process. After hearing concerns about the very existence of a prison simulator, I decided to play it extensively and to start a conversation (in the comment section below) about the political and ethical implications of the game.

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

I've been tackling controversial topics in my games before, and I believe there's nothing inherently wrong in the choice of a subject. It's the way a subject is treated, the way a real-world phenomenon is translated into a playable model that is susceptible of criticism.

It goes without saying that all games, simulations in particular, are simplifications of existing systems. They can only aim to capture a limited set of features. But what gets included and what's left out of a model is decided by the designers, and ultimately determines what a game 'says', regardless of the author's intentions.

Introversion's co-founder Chris Delay is aware that they are dealing with serious matter, and, in an interview with Eurogamer, promised a nuanced product: "We didn't want to pick a tough topic like prisons and just make something completely cursory and surface level stupid."

In the same interview he also admits that, in the U.K., incarceration is not a major issue with huge class and racial implications as it is in the U.S.. Thus, as Brits, they may see the world in a different way.

There is no doubt that the prison system in America is beyond exceptional, housing 25% of the world's inmates (with the US representing only 5% of the world's population) according to figures from the American Civil Liberties Union. Introversion decided, nevertheless, to set their game in a nation modeled after the U.S., using dollars as currency, bright orange suits for inmates, license plate workshops, electric chairs and so on. The choice makes sense considering the size of U.S. market and the visibility of American prisons in media, but with great markets come great responsibilities.

Before it ships, can we help Introversion make a not completely cursory and stupid simulation?

What's the big deal with the prison system anyway?

When I first moved to the U.S., I couldn't understand why everybody within activist and progressive circles was so obsessed with prisons. It turns out, things are fucked up in a big way around here. Incarceration is out of control and has more than doubled in the last 20 years, according to numbers crunched by the advocacy group The Sentencing Project. The America justice system disproportionately and purposely targets minorities, which make up about 60% of the population behind the bars, according to the Center for American Progress. A skyrocketing prison population created a dysfunctional public-private industrial complex syphoning taxpayer money that could be used from crime prevention and education.

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

It's important to understand that mass incarceration is not just a direct outcome of economic inequality and social segregation, but also the result of political opportunism and white fear - i.e. the bipartisan "War on Drugs". There are cultural reasons and biases that have made a certain view on crime more successful than others (and subsequently produced the current legislation). The last thing we need is games or other cultural artifacts that cement this view instead of challenging it.

There are plenty of resources online and offline dissecting mass incarceration. A recent and accessible one is the excellent 2012 documentary The House I Live In.

Available on Netflix, iTunes, and on other distribution platforms.

A system critique

What I'd like to outline here is a series of issues related to the high-level design of Prison Architect. I don't intend to comment on bugs, user experience, and mere technical aspects.

Not having access to source code and design documents, my analysis is from the limited perspective of a player trying to understand the algorithm heuristically. Therefore, some details may be inaccurate. Everything here refers to the most recent version, alpha 16, released in December 2013.

Riots, riots, riots

In Prison Architect brawls and riots happen all the time, sometimes as soon as the inmates enter the building. Brawls often end up with inmates laying unconscious in pools of blood, injured guards, and damaged facilities. Riots block entire sectors of the prison, usually causing the death of guards, staff and, even more commonly, inmates themselves. For some reasons prisoners don't take control of the structure to express their grievances, force change or escape. They kind of just break things or punch or stab each other to death.

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

Disorderly conduct is an obvious way to provide feedback to the player when prisoner's needs are neglected, but even after mastering all the procedures and spending all the money available (about $90K, which is a lot in the game) for a state-of-the-art facility with very low population, I had to repress daily skirmishes in blood.

Simulations need to exaggerate feedback to prompt adjustments, and I certainly don't expect my inmates to enjoy their residency. But the continuous, frustrating, over-the-top violence suggests that we are dealing with an irrational, murderous, and suicidal horde that deserves no sympathy. Making the extraordinary ordinary (riots don't really happen that frequently anymore) is not only mystifying but also makes for a less subtle gameplay. The signal becomes noise and it becomes difficult to address needs by 'thoughtful' planning.

Moreover, other types of feedback could be implemented: hunger strikes, self harm, human rights and federal inspectors examining the facility, can add variety and extra level of challenge.

Solitary Confinement

Solitary confinement is one of the most controversial disciplinary procedures today. It is considered a form of psychological torture, a violation of human rights, and a largely ineffective measure. In 2013, 29,000 prisoners in the state of California organized a hunger strike to protest solitary confinement.

Even architects are taking a stance against the construction of inhumane cells as explained in this exceptional 99% Invisible podcast.


​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

Isolation exercise yard, Security Housing Unit, Pelican Bay State Prison | Crescent City, California 2006 - by Richard Ross from Architecture of Authority


Solitary cells don't have any structural requirement in Prison Architect but the measure appears to kick in automatically, every time an inmate assaults staff or other prisoners— which is basically all the time. It would be hypocritical to not include a such a widespread measure in a prison simulation, but making it automatic and somewhat effective is a problematic choice.

The War on Drugs never existed

In the United States, prisoners incarcerated on a drug charge comprise roughly half of the federal prison population. The number of drug offenders in state prisons has increased thirteen-fold since 1980, according to the Sentencing Project. Up until very recently, political administrations have been eager to raise minimum sentences for low-level drug offenders, de facto creating today's regime of mass incarceration.

To make things worse, drug use has been punished in a racially discriminatory way, punishing the possession of crack cocaine (used predominantly in poor African American communities) 100 times harsher than powdered cocaine (used predominantly by wealthy whites). The measure has been repealed in 2010 but the disparity remains, now with a ratio of 18 to 1.


​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?


In the world of Prison Architect, there is almost no trace of drug offenses. All inmates have a randomly generated criminal record and distinct features, including racial features which, according to the designers, are linked to gang affiliation and disorderly conduct. However, most of the prisoners are convicted of violent crimes, and even among minimum security level inmates, possession charges are incredibly rare. It could be that the randomness is not weighted. That is, each type of crime may have the same chance of being drawn.

No one expects a documentary-like accuracy in a game, but designers should be held accountable when they provide such a grossly distorted representation. Luckily, this is an issue that can be addressed with a few lines of code and no impact on the gameplay.

Punish or Rehabilitate?

The dramatic time compression in Prison Architect lets the player see the release of inmates and, in future versions, even ask for parole. But there's still no feedback regarding the degree of rehabilitation of prisoners, nor facilities providing education and development. In other words, there is an implicit assumption that prisons are just meant to contain and punish criminals without preparing them to "contribute to society" after their release.

The issue of recidivism is actually hinted at in the criminal records: most inmates have been convicted multiple times, suggesting that the system overall doesn't quite work.

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

Rehabilitation and reentry programs could be implemented without radical changes in the gameplay: educational or skill building facilities could work like any other room and could be an additional option in the "Regime" planner. The degree of rehabilitation and recidivism could contribute to the general evaluation. which, right now, is expressed exclusively in monetary terms, security breaches, and incidents.

"Arbeit macht frei"

At this stage of Prison Architect money can be made in three ways: through one-off grants rewarding the construction of certain facilities, daily federal and prisoner grants depending on the number of inmates, and prisoners' labour. The grants provide substantial sums in advance. They can be applied for at any time and don't impose penalties or deadlines for the completion of their to-do lists.

As a result, the current version of the game has a sandbox-like vibe, with plenty of grant money to play with at the beginning. Once the one-off money runs out, the prison that doesn't rely on license plate workshops becomes quickly unsustainable.

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

Prison labor is a big issue, concerning both conservatives and progressives. Prisoners are paid pennies per hour and they are in endless supply. The Department of Defense relies on it, and private companies are employing it at increasing rates, driven by the efforts of corporate megalobby ALEC.

Prison labor has been referred as a new form of slavery and as a publicly subsidized source of unemployment. While it is profitable for third party contractors, it would be misleading to think about it as the economic engine of the prison complex. Public and private prisons are far from being financially self-sustained.

In New York City a prisoner costs taxpayers more than $160K a year, according to a study by the state's Independent Budget Office. That is as much as four years of tuition at an Ivy League university. The comparison between public education and incarceration funding is apt since crime is by many seen as a failure of the educational system. For-profit prisons even, reportedly, manage to get public funding for empty cells.

In Prison Architect you get from $50 to $150 dollars a day for each prisoner which, in the game economy, is barely enough to keep an understaffed facility running, not to mention expansion or repairs after riots. The only way to make the penitentiary financially sustainable is to create license plate workshops, for which there is unlimited demand. This aspect is not only obfuscating the public costs of the prison system but also turning the game into something fundamentally different. Devoted players gather on a dedicated reddit channel to share strategies that usually involve the creation of sprawling labor camps.

​What To Do With Prison Architect, A Video Game About Building Prisons?

The possibility of creating different types of prison, including corporate gulags, is definitely the most meaningful feature of Prison Architect, since it forces players to negotiate between the profit motive, the risk of rebellion, and their own ethical standards.

Another powerful tension, common in most sim games, is the entropy that arises from larger and more complex systems. Expansion may make sense economically but makes micromanaging harder. Inmates cease to be people and become numbers. The temptation of saving at the expenses of the prisoners' well being lurks behind every choice.

The problem is that, if prisoner labor is the only dominant strategy, if players don't get significant benefits from merely increasing the population, and if prisoners riot all the time anyway, such a compelling ethical role-play cannot take place, and the game becomes just an exercise in optimization and scaling.

The world outside

Simulations have boundaries, not only geographical ones—where the game map ends—but also conceptual—the scope of what is simulated. In Prison Architect there is a vertical road carrying the inflow of resources (like building materials, objects, inmates) and the outflow (garbage, dead bodies, liberated prisoners). It's implied that there is an external world where bricks or criminals are 'made'. It's a world the player has no control over so it doesn't need to be portrayed in the game. Since prisoners don't pay for their accommodation, money is also coming from the world outside, in the form of federal or special grants, suggesting a complex legal and political system.

Prison Architect displays an impressive granularity when it comes to the physical features of the building, requiring the player to position every single chair and shower grate, but the overarching system that keeps your prison running is depicted with very broad strokes.

Players are so busy micromanaging and streamlining the internal flows of bodies and objects that they may as well forget they are running a prison. The larger context is so far removed that Prison Architect could be easily adapted to simulate any total institution.

As Michel Foucault famously asked: "Is it surprising that prisons resemble factories, schools, barracks, hospitals, which all resemble prisons?" Yet, the social functions of these institutions and the legal and economic frameworks encompassing them are very different. Prison Architect could gain a lot of depth, replay value, and sense of purpose by implementing meaningful links with the external world. Laws could change affecting the number and type of inmates. Players could hire a lobbyist to push for new grants and policies to increase incarceration (yes, this is happening too). They could even have the option to bribe judges to funnel more delinquents to their establishment as it happened in the infamous Kids for Cash scandal.

With progressive reforms threatening their profits, the biggest opportunity for private prisons comes from the detention of undocumented immigrants, as shown in the The Atlantic, an aspect that could be easily implemented as another branch in the game's "Bureaucracy" tree. Communities in distressed rural areas are often enticed to build large prisons as a form of economic development, a phenomenon referred as 'prison towns', often with disastrous long-term effects. Prison Architect could hint at this relationship as well, either during the game or at the beginning, in the level selection.

Mods

Even in this alpha stage, Prison Architect is moddable. Graphics, maps, and grants can be customized with a bit of coding. This is a great direction: some of the issues above could conceivably be addressed by tweaking configuration files.

However, default settings are a rhetorical stance: they represent how things are supposed to work. One could replace sprites in Donkey Kong to subvert gender stereotypes but this doesn't absolve the developers who relied on them in the first place, nor change the experience of the vast majority of people who only got played to the original game.

My hope is to see more variables exposed to the players and accessible tools for modding. Mods can extend the lifecycle of a product and occasionally spin off into full-fledged games (that is the case of Counter-Strike and The Stanley Parable), but, more importantly, enable a positive proliferation of perspectives stemming from the same core engine.

Moreso than simply playing games, making and hacking games is a great way to investigate the world around us. It forces us to compare the digital models of our games with the mental models in our heads.

Prison Architect could easily become a powerful tool to see incarceration through multiple lenses, possibly even prefiguring alternatives to the existing dysfunctional system.

Paolo Pedercini is a professor at Carnegie Mellon University's School of Art. As Molleindustria, he develops games addressing issues of social and environmental justice (McDonald's videogame, Oiligarchy, Phone Story), religion (Faith Fighter), labor and alienation (Every Day the Same Dream, Unmanned). You can troll him on Twitter @molleindustria.

Top photo via Shutterstock/Oneword

[Sjinkie Knegt of the Netherlands' team flips two birds at Victor An of Russia.

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[Sjinkie Knegt of the Netherlands' team flips two birds at Victor An of Russia. Knegt lost the men's 5000m relay at the ISU European Short Track speed skating championships in on Sunday. Image via Robert Michael/Getty.]

"I just close my eyes and act like I'm a 3-year-old.


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Internet Rallies for Uninsured Skydiver Who Survived 12,000 Foot Fall

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Internet Rallies for Uninsured Skydiver Who Survived 12,000 Foot Fall

Last week, a skydiver somehow survived a 12,000 foot plunge into a parked van. He was, of course, severely injured and required more than $33,000 worth of emergency transport and surgery, putting him into serious debt. Thankfully, the internet rallied and raised nearly $50,000 for the man and his family to pay for the surgery and follow-up care.

Ben Cornick, who has made more than 1,000 jumps, lost control of his chute as he attempted the jump in Fiji last week, and eventually crashed into a van at more than 40 mph. Because he was uninsured, he was forced to pay $37,500 Australian dollars (or $33,000 U.S.)—most of which was for the emergency flight to New Zealand—before doctors could operate.

Friends and family set up a Facebook page for donations for Connick, whose first child was born just last month. Within days, they'd raised the money and then some; the fund is estimated to top out at over $82,000.

The surgeries were a success and Cornick seems to be in good enough spirits, even though he's facing another three weeks in the hospital.

Internet Rallies for Uninsured Skydiver Who Survived 12,000 Foot Fall

[via Uproxx]

U.S. Nuclear Missile Officers Have Been Lazy, Dirty Cheaters for Years

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U.S. Nuclear Missile Officers Have Been Lazy, Dirty Cheaters for Years

The Air Force has roughly 500 officers in charge of protecting and maybe someday launching America's arsenal of land-based nuclear missiles. Nearly all of them cheat on every exam they take, at every chance they get, according to three veterans of the force.

After the military admitted last week that it was investigating widespread cheating and drug allegations against its nuclear missileers, three former officers "said that cheating on the three monthly written tests—covering missile safety, code handling and launch procedures—was so commonplace that officers who declined to participate were the exception," according to a new McClatchy report:

The men say cheating was widespread on U.S. nuclear bases—including Malmstrom Air Force Base in Montana—in part because high-ranking commanders' own promotions depended upon stellar passing grades among the launch officers they commanded:

"Everybody cheats on every test that they can, and they have for decades," said one former officer who served at Malmstrom from 2006 to 2010, and said he had cheated on tests. "Maybe 5 percent [of the officers] don't. But they know about it." He asked not to be identified, citing fear of retribution by the Air Force.

Another former officer, Brian Weeden, who served at the base from 2001 to 2004, said that ploys to score higher ranged from exchanging tips about difficult questions on upcoming tests to actually sharing answers, which he called "much more rare."

The practice is so ingrained, Weeden said, that commanders of launch teams would sometimes look over a junior member's test before it was turned in. The goal was to ensure it contained no mistakes that might reflect badly on the team, thereby helping everyone's career.

"I know a couple of commanders — and I did this a couple of times — who said before their deputy's test was turned in, 'Let me see it,' and told them go back and look at a question" that was answered incorrectly, Weeden said.

A third former officer, Bruce Blair, said, "There were hundreds of officers at my wing at Malmstrom, and I don't think that I know anybody who didn't cheat."

The Air Force last week insisted that American nuclear readiness had never been compromised by the test scandal, but civilians can be excused for getting a little nervous when confronted by the details, like this story from one confessed cheater:

During a test a few years ago covering missile-launch procedures called "Emergency War Orders," he said, a proctor caught him looking at another officer's paper.

"He confronted me and I denied it," the former officer said. "He may have said something" to the unit's commander, but there was no punishment, he said.

Yikes. All of a sudden, bomb-shelter preppers don't seem so dumb. But then, who can say for sure? It's not as if they have tests.

[Photo credit: CTBTO/Flickr Commons]

The Gawker Guide To Getting Unfollowed

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The Gawker Guide To Getting Unfollowed

This month, it has dawned on some people that it's possible to be rude on the Internet. Don't care for tenderly served personal revelations on Twitter1? Ticked off by an eager attempt to amuse you with a timely joke? Unfollow with impunity, these monsters advise, citing a sense of euphoria or "joy" after hitting the mute button on a human being (or its parodic equivalent).

But what if you're not the executioner—silencing avatars with an insouciant tap of gorilla glass. What if you are The Unfollowed? How do you process this unburdening when the burden is you?

Step 1: Be vigilant.

Stay alert (by getting alerts). Not one lick of this matters, not for one taste bud's length on one tongue. But if you wanted to spend your time wisely, you wouldn't keep shoving your face in a stream. So be insulted. Care deeply. This is your life now, wallow in it. Sign up for a service that lets you know the moment your profile pic got flicked. Some thumbnail you don't recognize deemed you unworthy? A bot has moved on to another spam victim? How can you take it personally if you don't know it's happening?

I use an email service called Nutshell, scheduled to update me once a day. It tends to show up in my inbox just as I'm exiting the office into the echoing darkness. While I'm on the subway ride home, I scroll right past "New Followers"—who cares, you already won that round—down to "Lastest Quitters," a section Nutshell illustrates with "running dash" emoji. I stare at their pixelated faces and question the choices that got me here.

Step 2: Retaliate, swiftly.

If you were unfollowed by someone you know, respond in kind immediately. This is a very chilled out way to react. A cool game grown-ups play, but don't like to talk about so just zip it okay. The unfollow keystroke sequence should be in your muscle memory. Chances are, this freewheeling unfollower, joyed out of freaking her mind, also subscribes to a notification service. And has there ever been a better conduit for passive aggression than email? Sit back for a moment, settle into the curved plastic of the B train. Boy, will they ever think twice about re-unfollowing you!

Step 3: Reverse Psychology.

Perhaps you were just unfollowed by someone who exists on a higher Internet echelon than you. (There are levels. If you don't know which one you're on, it's the lowest.) Maybe their micro-famous ego was hurt that you didn't bow down with a follow back. In this case, wait a beat, then, real casual like, throw 'em a follow. Fave a recent tweet if they're one of those fragile Nathaniel P types. That byline will follow you back in no time. (Are you slowly realizing that I've done this to you? Because I have. And you fell for it.)

Step 4: Public shaming.

Post a maudlin message. Feign disbelief. Let @literallywhomever know that this unfollow—this unclick too far—has ravaged you with self-doubt. Beg, tease, flirt, subtweet. There are no rules except my rules. This is transparent and desperate. It will never work. But the mild discomfort scratching at your Unfollower is its own reward. Pity is just another form of respect (in the form of pity).

Step 5: Look within!

Ask yourself, am I being the best content provider that I can be? How's my curation spread? Are my links fresh; am I adding value or just a #valueadd? Would I unfollow me?

Step 6: Be a leader, not a follower.

Think about all the times you have wanted to silence these cretins screeching at you from TweetDeck's ceaseless rivers. The thirst traps, the apologetic self-promoters, the unabashed ones, the mansplainers, the ideologues, the echo chambers, the basic bitches, the banal bros, any stripe of journalist at all. Realize that all their faults are inside you, too. Wish them well as they glide by on their Twitter canoes.

1For the purposes of this guide, my advice is limited to Twitter. President Obama has already issued a blanket pardon to stop caring about Facebook. And if someone unfollows you on Instagram, it just means they had a sex dream last night and you were being really weird in it, Brian.

To contact the author of this post, please email nitasha@gawker.com.

[Art by Jim Cooke]

Nybro Action Team! Girls Recap: Episode Three

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Nybro Action Team! Girls Recap: Episode Three

The Nybro Action Team consists of Hjalmar Sveinbjőrnsson and Alex Bejerstrand, two under-employed friends and former Nybro residents now living in northern Sweden. Hjalmar is a student and a chef; Alex helps run his father's talent agency. They will be recapping Season 3 of HBO's Girls.

I stamp my boots to the ground as I enter my house, another snowy day in a tucked-away valley, deep in the north countryside of Sweden, it's been -14 F most of the day, warm compared to the last weeks. Earlier in the day, I had a long phone call with Alex to discuss the third episode.

He was walking through the gray sludgy snow, through the grayness of Stockholm city, while I glide through the silence of winter on an old wooden kick sled, surrounded by forest and farmhouses.

A perfect moment slowly ruined by his description of the episode I was about to watch, making my way uphill back home, this untouched country snow seemed to get grayer by each step, colored by the traffic of my mind, as I think back to previous Girls episodes and what I am about to watch. This one is called: "She said OK."

Nybro Action Team! Girls Recap: Episode Three

The view from Hjalmar's "student house" in northern Sweden.


We start with Adam and Hanna, he sits in a chair in the kitchen while she cuts his hair, describing how unattached to hair he is, he is so deep, suddenly his phone rings, he answers and seems to be calming a hyperventilating person down, "breathe with your stomach" he says, then proceeds to give his current address and then hangs up. Hanna asks worriedly who called, he replies: "My sister."

We cut to his sister and Hanna sitting at the table, Adam in the background bouncing a ball off the wall. Let's take a moment and imagine how his older sister might look like? Are you ready?

She looks like the younger version of the crazy cat lady in The Simpsons, not kidding and guess what, she is also crazy and currently homeless after getting left on the side of the highway by her boyfriend. They argue, Adam refuses to let her stay at their place but Hanna wants to help her.

His older sister really explains a lot about Adam's character. One of the sibling beefs is that she tried to euthanize his grandfather, but in the next scene Hanna tries to convince him unsuccessfully, she makes up a terrible bad excuse to his older sister, she is not allowed to stay. But stricken with moral guilt, Hanna invites her to her 25-year-old birthday party, what could go wrong?

Instead of the intro to the show, we get a fan-made version of "What I Am" by Emma Bunton, starring Marnie, remember that song? "I am not aware of too many things, I know what I know, if you know what I mean?" That song is a masterpiece, only intelligent Valley Girl song that is so hardcore it is basically promoting suicide instead of learning with this amazing line:

Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep

We find out in the end of the video that Marnie's ex-boyfriend put it up on YouTube. She is at home, yelling down some employee at YouTube but then apologizes, end scene.

We are at Ray's place, he just hired his first employee that was not in his friend circle and he is showing her to the door, he then shares a short conversation with his old boss, who apparently is terminally ill, but refuses to tell Ray what he is sick with so Ray does not care but instead discusses how he is worried about the future, being a boss, and controlling his employees. Personally I have to say I like Ray more then most characters. I actually find him also the most realist character on the show, probably because he most of the time stays the fuck away from the friend group.

We are now at the party, only 8 minutes into the episode, finally something big will happen. We've got Hannah's somewhat dysfunctional friend group and Adam's crazy-cat-lady of a sister in the same bar, let's get ready to RUMBLE!!!

Hanna, Adam, and his sister are greeted by Marnie and Hanna's parents, who are there to celebrate with their daughter but also pay for the alcohol until 22:00, I thought at least half the friend group had real jobs, what is the deal? But anyway, Hanna is covered in makeup, Hanna's parents comment how good she looks, Marnie just makes a comment how Hanna could look like this every day. I personally find makeup unattractive, not because I am a feminist but because "sex sweat" washes it away, wrarrr. Adam's older sister greets the paying parents "European"-style, hugs and mouth kisses. It's not even shocking, that character tries too hard, Hanna introduces Adam as "and you remember Adam from my period of mental illness," spot on.

Hannah and Marnie go for a private conversation, they just love each other and even in the same order, first they love themselves and then each other. Marnie is so happy to get to host this party, such a nice distraction from her ex-boyfriend, she can take so many amazing pictures for Instagram and she is SURE that her ex checks it. What a fantastic person you are Marnie, even Hanna is bit weirded out by you. They walk through the party, ignoring the only person that is trying to get Hanna a present, but these are hipster times and you only give birthday gifts that are ironical, like ugly hats or a surfboard. If you live in an area were you can't ski, then get your hipster friend a pair of skis, he or her will love it.

They walk through the whole establishment until they reach the bar in the back of the house were Jessa and Shoshanna are waiting, its Girls time, I am starting to agree with one of my commenters that this show is trying to be Sex and the City meets Louie.

They are sitting around the table and discussing the YouTube video, we cut next to the stage and some hip band is going to play. I know this because they are a two-people band consisting of a drummer and a ukulele player/singer. Ray stands in front of the stage and seems to be enjoying the performance, actually it is not half-bad but in the background we can see Adam's sister "sexy dancing" towards him. She tries to gets him to dance, going from politely questioning his "not dancing" to explaining to him that she leaves her body during sex, its called "dissociation." He is still not interested in her or the act of dancing, instead she proceeds to bite him violently on the arm, he storms away straight to another part of this establishment, which seems to have an endless numbers of rooms with a stages and a bars. They might be doing a tribute to Twin Peaks in this episode.

Ray sits down in this new room, next to another man trying to get the attention of the bartender who is on the other side trying to hook up with some chicks. I hate those types nearly as much as I hate morning radio DJs, soulless succubi of the mainstream music industry, but anyway.... Ray's new friend see ms to just have meet this "tantalizing vixen" that he came here with, by the name of Shoshanna Shapiro, Ray's life-sucks meter went up 3.4 points and he lies about knowing her. His new friend tells him how "wild and crazy" she is now, Ray's meter showing 4.7 by now.

I hope the series finale has an episode with Ray freaking out and leaving the friend group, starting his own show called Ray, it's totally going to make it, just like Joey, remember? Skrillex.

We are back with Hanna, Adam, and the paying parents, they are talking about his sister but Hanna pleads for him to have fun, he agrees. "Age of Consent" by New Order starts playing, and he carries her over to the dance floor while Ray walks across the room heading to the exit, where he spots Shoshanna through the window having a cigarette. It's time for him to "man up" and be her friend. The conversation lasts for like 7 seconds of extreme awkwardness until he tells her that he is tired of the acting, the small talk and being nice to her, wishes her well in her life and walks away, he is still the most likable character in my eyes.

Now we've got about 10 minutes left of the show and this is far too long for a simple Gawker recap so let's speed this up. Hannah's editor shows up, wearing a "soft" punk outfit and noticeably on coke or some kind of uppers. He borrows a phone from Marnie to install "grinder"—after a Google search and Wikipedia research it could be one of many things, but probably is just a "geo-social networking application geared towards gay, bisexual, and bi-curious men" or a "geo-social networking application geared towards sub sandwich, hoagie or grinder loving men" or maybe both? Science.

But he leaves them after couple of snotty comments to do some Grinding, imagine it would be the same to meet my editor, I already pre-installed Grindr for that occasion. But back to this lightning-fast conclusion! We are in one of the larger rooms. Marnie goes on stage to get Hannah to sing a song from the musical Rent. I actually saw that musical when I was a preteen, still remember because the teacher in my school told me it could turn me gay. Those were the days ... focus Hjalmar!

As Marnie and a reluctant Hanna are singing the song, fighting starts in the room upstairs. Everyone leaves to see the fight, Hanna is relieved, while upstairs Ray had started an argument with Hannah's editor, who ends up throwing Ray across the room on a table, then apparently beating him up, never shown though, instead we see Adam and Hanna leaving, coming home, stumbling into the hallway, kissing passionately until he lifts her on the kitchen table, Hannah needs to pee first, she opens the bathroom door and screams, Adam's sister is standing there naked from the top down with a glass in her hand, couple of words are exchanged then she breaks the glass with the grip of her hand. Things calm down, crazy-cat-lady is patched up and we are in the bedroom with Hannah and Adam and he proclaims that his sister has won.

The end, this was a long recap and I am sorry for it, I could have done key points but what is the fun in that, until next time—Nybro Action Team.

Seven Dozen Rich People Have as Much Money as 3.5 Billion Poor People

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Seven Dozen Rich People Have as Much Money as 3.5 Billion Poor People

A new report from Oxfam notes that the richest 85 people in the world have the same amount of combined wealth as the bottom 50% of the world's population. Let's take it from them.

It's bad, as the report notes, that the richest 1% of the world's population own 65 times more wealth than the bottom 50%. And it is sickening just how small a share of the pie the bottom 50% of people own. But the fact that 85 lone individuals—about the number of folks you could fit in a moderately crowded Olive Garden on a Friday night—own the same amount of wealth as three and a half billion of their fellow humans really throws the whole thing into stark relief. Never have I heard such an attractive argument for just confiscating the assets of the very rich.

Hell, let them keep a few million dollars each. They'd be set for life. Take the other trillion dollars and put it to work for the public good. Nationalize their companies, liquidate their assets, and use the proceeds to fund schools and public health and infrastructure and social services. It is no exaggeration to say that the assets of these 85 individuals could be taken and used to save tens or hundreds of thousands of lives, and meaningfully improve tens of millions more lives. And the only cost would be seven dozen angry—but not materially hurt—billionaires.

The gratitude of mankind is, after all, worth far more than money.

[Image via Oxfam]

Justin Bieber Maybe Texts Dick Pics While Hiding Weed in Cookie Jars

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Justin Bieber Maybe Texts Dick Pics While Hiding Weed in Cookie Jars

A tiny dick-grabbing, sizzurp-guzzling menace is on the loose, egging neighbors, drinking drank, and texting cock. This person may or may not be Justin Bieber, but based on reports from law enforcement and leaked text messages, this person sounds an awful lot like Justin Bieber.

After Bieber's house was searched last week and allegations of Bieber's drug problems surfaced, TMZ also reported that officers searching Bieber's home found the following items:

  • 2 large cookie jars filled with weed in plain view
  • 4 - 5 empty codeine bottles
  • Styrofoam cups scattered throughout the house that had elaborate drawings on them
  • empty Fanta bottles (Justin's sizzurp mixer of choice) that were discolored from codeine
  • lots of "swisher sweets" cigars (Justin's weed vessel of choice)
  • a dedicated smoking room in the house, complete with hookah pipes

According to sources, deputies were only looking for surveillance cameras related to recent neighborhood vandalism, and therefore prying open jars and inspecting cups was beyond the scope of the warrant. This seems strange because Bieber's houseguest, Lil Za, was arrested on drug charges during the raid (Za maintains his arrest was racially motivated). However, Bieber has yet to be charged with anything related to egging or codeine-hoarding.

Unrelated to the vandalism raid, but quite possibly related to 19 year-old boys and purple drank, RadarOnline.com has posted "verified" text messages sent by Bieber to his ex-girlfriend Selena Gomez last week. While those in Bieber's camp maintain the messages are fake and someone in Bieber's world has turned on him, look at them for yourself and come to your own conclusions.

The leaked texts begin innocently enough:

"Baby come on. I love you," says Maybe Bieber.

"I don't buy that bullshit anymore," Maybe Gomez responds. "I was honest with you and I gave you a second chance. All my friends were right, You're such an a**hole."

Dejected Maybe Bieber doesn't give up: "You're all I need right now. I know I can make it right with you."

"U r a drug addict," she counters. "U need help."

Then Maybe Bieber goes for the kill:

"Come on. Don't tell me you don't miss this," the text says next to a picture of an erect penis. (RadarOnline notes that Bieber is left-handed, and the person in the photo "grabs his genitals with his left hand." Case closed.)

After some arguing about Bieber's manager and rehab, Maybe Bieber decides love can't be salvaged: "F*CK YOU!!!!! I need to grow up?! HA ok! Enjoy life with OUT ME B*TCH!!! F*ck you. F*ck Scooter. F*ck all y'all. IAM DONE!"

A relieved Maybe Gomez tells him to go away: "Good!!! Go 'retire' or whatever bullish*t attention ur trying to get."

Then Maybe Bieber ends the conversation with the most Bieberest message of them all:

"Can't hear you over my cash, babe! You're only famous cuz of me. You know it. I know. Everybody knows. Bye. … Go f**k someone else. Keep that talentless p***y away from me!"

If that's not him, well, it should be.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Aspen, Bieber is snowboarding with friends. According to his Instagram, they seem to be having a very lovely time. And he is worried about nothing, babe.

UPDATE: Bieber hopped out of an Escalade in Snowmass, Co. today and pissed his initials into the snow.

[Image via Getty]


Did Two Texas Women Get Mugged By a Cartoon?

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Did Two Texas Women Get Mugged By a Cartoon?

A pleasant winter day turned into a nightmare for two women in Lamar County, Texas, on Thursday when they were robbed at knifepoint in broad daylight. The bright side? They now have a piece of beautiful artwork to treasure.

The composite sketch above, provided by the Paris, Texas news site eParisExtra.com, purports to show the suspect. But the site cautions, "The sketch is not a true depiction of the suspect, only a likeness."

We don't know about that: he looks an awful lot like known rogue Mr. Bill on his more stoic days. Do you have other ideas of who this man could be? Leave 'em below!

[image via eParisExtra.com]

Randi Zuckerberg Proves Davos Is a Total Joke

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Randi Zuckerberg Proves Davos Is a Total Joke

Right now, many of the worst people alive are flocking to a tiny, silly Swiss town for a week of swapping platitudes and talking about money. But why would our planet's ultrarich dickheads want to attend Davos, where Mark Zuckerberg's useless sister is considered a "Young Global Leader"?

Davos is the vibrating, gilded king of conferences. "Business world" attendees spend tens, of not hundreds of thousands of dollars to muse about nebulous non-topics like "The Reshaping of the World: Consequences for Society, Politics and Business." Business publications happily blow portions of their annual budgets just to say they have someone at Davos. It's the most expensive possible dinner party, a dreamworld Xanadu concocted by the collective unconscious of white people who live like Brookstone catalog characters.

But at least, on paper, these people are supposed to be influential. They're captains of industry, decorated academics, or just really fucking rich inbred Europeans, or at least they pretend to try. This year's "List of Registered Young Global Leaders" includes Ivy League economists, the crown princess of Norway, and c-suite drips from all manner of corporations. They might not really be the best and brightest, but they at least do things, of some sort, during the day.

Then, there's Randi Zuckerberg, whose aspirational fame train ran out of steam long ago, but continues a downhill cruise in spite of itself. USA Today calls her a "key participant" of Davos, and at the bottom of this World Economic Forum list, alphabetically and otherwise, she's cited as "Founder and Chief Executive Officer" of Zuckerberg Media—a corporate entity that has so far done nothing much beyond planning a wedding for one of Randi's friends. She's as much a "chief executive" as Colonel Sanders was a tactician.

You can't out Randi Zuckerberg as a social climber in 2014, because that happened years ago—and it's a given she's at Davos to sing at cocktail parties, not discuss monetary policy. But if this is a multi-multi-million dollar assemblage of mostly pretenders and charlatans, we should all just acknowledge as much, move on, and hope this is the last time R-Zuck is taken seriously.

No matter what, barring a fortuitous avalanche, not a single important thing will happen at Davos this year. I promise you. It's why people who actually matter, like, say, Mark Zuckerberg, don't bother.

Photo of Randi Zuckerberg at the last conference she attended/Getty

2013: The year the poets all plagiarized each other, like craaaaaazy for serious.

Detroit's 10-Foot Bronze Robocop Statue Is Fucking Happening, People

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Detroit's 10-Foot Bronze Robocop Statue Is Fucking Happening, People

Detroit is in trouble. It's bankrupt. It's practically begging people to live there. It almost sold off its fine art. Detroit needs a hero. Or a metallic reproduction of a fictional hero, as big as Michelangelo's David, connected to an upcoming movie reboot. I mean, it can't hurt, right?

The filmic remake of Robocop, that campy '80s nod to militarized law and order, is supposed to drop next month—just in time to throw some publicity at Detroit's own Venus Bronze Works, which is working on a mold for the city's planned 10-foot monument to the half-human, half-mechanical law enforcement officer, according to the Freep:

"The most important part is now," Giorgio Gikas of Venus Bronze Works in Detroit, a noted artist and sculpture restorer, said Saturday.

A small team overseen by Gikas will make sand molds of about 15 large foam pieces — each about 2 to 4 feet in length — that make up RoboCop.

Mind you, the city hasn't actually said yes to the statue yet; in 2011, Mayor Dave Bing called the project "silly", and its backers are still looking for a place to put it. But the idea was funded on Kickstarter to the tune of 67 grand, because geeks have money, even if Detroit doesn't.

Via Kickstarter, here's the full photo from above, and a bizarre making-of video:

Detroit's 10-Foot Bronze Robocop Statue Is Fucking Happening, People

Even The New Yorker Agreed To Obama’s Quote Approval Rules

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Even The New Yorker Agreed To Obama’s Quote Approval Rules

On Sunday The New Yorker published David Remnick’s splashy 17,000-word profile of Barack Obama, featuring the second-term President’s thoughts on marijuana, partisan gridlock, and hazy plans for his family’s post-White House life. The magazine’s access came with a price, though.

Remnick has reported on Obama for years, and published a lengthy biography in 2010. He’s also the editor-in-chief of The New Yorker. So the author-subject pairing makes sense. But in order to write his new profile, the result of a three-day trip to California and several hours of on-the-record interviews, Remnick quietly agreed to abide by quote-approval rules, requiring him to petition the White House in order to quote Obama from conversations not explicitly designated as on-the-record.

Reached by phone on Monday morning, Remnick explained that the bulk of the profile’s quotations were drawn from three different interviews that the White House decreed as on-the-record: an 80-minute interview on Air Force One, a 75-minute interview in the Oval Office, and a 20-minute phone call.

“I also spoke to him off the record on other occasions,” Remnick added via email, “with the agreement that I would see later if I could put them on the record. I succeeded on most, lost out on a couple of others—but near all the material was on the record in the first place (including the marijuana stuff which Gawker ran yesterday).” He declined to outline the content of the quotes that were not approved.

The arrangement appears similar to the one brokered by Michael Lewis for his 2012 Vanity Fair profile, for which Lewis tailed the President for six months and ran every quote by the White House. Still, Remnick declined to compare Lewis’s account to his own. “There’s not enough detail to tell,” he said. (Both men work under the magazine conglomerate Condé Nast, which owns The New Yorker and Vanity Fair.)

By Remnick’s account, his on-the-record interviews with Obama were not heavily managed. White House Press Secretary Jay Carney accompanied the President while Remnick interviewed him in the Oval Office; another White House staffer monitored the Air Force One interview. (Neither aide interrupted Remnick or Obama during the interviews.)

“The goal was to hear him think,” Remnick told Gawker.

Still, Remnick’s access to Obama’s more extemporaneous moments was limited. The profile explains that Remnick accompanied the President on “a three-day fund-raising trip to Seattle, San Francisco, and Los Angeles,” where he witnessed Obama “rattling the cup in one preposterous mansion after another.” Several question-and-answer sessions following each fundraiser, however, were considered off-the-record.* (Remnick also followed strict rules governing which areas of Air Force One’s cabin are considered off-the-record.)

As Jeremy Peters explained in 2012, quote approval agreements are common in Washington journalism, though not widely understood outside of the town’s media circles. The practice is controversial enough that the New York Times and other outlets effectively banned their reporters from consenting to quote-approval agreements. “Quotes should not be submitted to press aides for approval or edited after the fact,” Times executive editor Jill Abramson wrote in a paper-wide memo.

The White House is not alone in demanding quote approval. “Very often,” said Remnick of the Washington officials he’s interviewed, “The first thing a person says is, ‘Let’s just talk, and then if you want to use something, let me know.’”

“While I have problems with the way this and all White Houses deal with the press at times, I don’t think there was anything off,” Remnick said in a subsequent email. “I’ve written critically about Obama on climate change, Egypt, gay marriage (when I thought he was moving too slowly and cagily) and so on, but the goal here was to get him talking, at length, and with pressure on his arguments [...] and also to give a portrait of him, the way he thinks.”

It’s fair to say Remnick practices what he preaches. Only once during our phone call did he request to go off-the-record, a condition he gracefully withdrew after we asked him to.

The White House declined to comment.

* Update: Due to a misunderstanding (on Gawker’s, not Remnick’s part), we inaccurately stated that Remnick was escorted out of the Q&A sessions of several fundraisers where Obama spoke. The sessions were considered off-the-record, but Remnick was in fact allowed to attend them.

To contact the author of this post, email trotter@gawker.com

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