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ESPN and Bill Simmons Sign Their Divorce Papers

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ESPN and Bill Simmons Sign Their Divorce Papers

After 14 years, the most notorious relationship in sports media has reached its end: Today, ESPN announced that it has broken off negotiations with star personality Bill Simmons, who will leave the sports behemoth when his contract is up this fall.

The news was broken by the New York Times’ Richard Sandomir, who was told by ESPN president John Skipper that the network decided that they would not be able to come to terms on a new contract with Simmons. Said Skipper in a statement:

“I decided today that we are not going to renew Bill Simmons’ contract. We have been in negotiations and it was clear it was time to move on. ESPN’s relationship with Bill has been mutually beneficial - he has produced great content for us for many years and ESPN has provided him many new opportunities to spread his wings. We wish Bill continued success as he plans his next chapter. ESPN remains committed to Grantland and we have a strong team in place.”

Where most corporate overtures leave little to chew on, this one is pretty juicy. ESPN, or perhaps Skipper himself, very much wanted it to be known that the network sees itself as the one doing the breaking up here. When Simmons has criticized ESPN in the past, the network has usually responded with the sort of rote language you would expect from a company owned by Disney, but today they made a concerted effort to leave Simmons out to dry.

It is the culmination of a visible public relations battle between Simmons and ESPN that has been going on for years, but picked up in intensity this past September, when the network suspended Simmons for three weeks after he dared them to retaliate against him for calling NFL commissioner Roger Goodell an idiot.

Money was surely a sticking point in the negotiations of Simmons’ new deal—sports media reporter Jason McIntyre suggested on Twitter today that Simmons was looking for at least $6 million (over what time period, he did not specify)—but Skipper more or less made it clear that, at least on the network’s end, the personality fit had reached a point where it was no longer tenable.

Via Sandomir:

Skipper said that the differences between the company and Simmons were “about more than money,” although he would not offer details.

Two questions now remain: What will happen to Simmons, of course, and what will happen to Grantland, the sports and pop culture site he had built in his own image, with ESPN’s money but little of their meddling.

That first question will be debated endlessly all summer, so let’s table it for now. As for Grantland, Skipper said in his statement that the network “remains committed” to the site. Whether its writers and editors—most of whom could have new jobs on Monday if they wanted them—feel the same way remains to be seen.

[image via Getty]


Contact the author at jordan@gawker.com.


Vegas Mayor's iPad Magically Filled With Child Porn, Cops Help Wipe It

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Vegas Mayor's iPad Magically Filled With Child Porn, Cops Help Wipe It

The (now former) North Las Vegas Chief of Police Joseph Chronister retired yesterday, and with it, he’s decided to reveal some of the more disturbing goings-on in the force. More specifically, the fact that “what he believed to be” child pornography somehow just kept “popping up” on Mayor John Lee’s iPad—which the cops then helped him promptly delete.

The confession apparently comes out of remorse that the former North Vegas chief’s department hadn’t done more to investigate the mysterious case of the kiddie porn iPad ghost. Because while the chief did assign a detective to the case after the mayor claimed the images popped up upon opening an email, the investigation itself only lasted a day. From the Las Vegas Review Journal:

In his report, the detective said he found no emails having to do with porno­graphy of any kind but did find links to three pornographic websites in the iPad’s browser history. Two of the sites were not illegal, the detective determined, but the third showed pornography organized by the country where the images originated. He said the site looked illegal.

“I did locate several possible photos that could be considered child porno­graphy, but since they were in a different country, I could not verify the age of the people pictured,” the detective wrote.

But as a retired computer crimes task force FBI agent told the Review, “If he thinks it’s child porn, it’s child porn. It doesn’t matter what country it’s in. That sentence makes no sense to me.” What’s more, the mayor’s account of pornography suddenly popping up thanks to the email “couldn’t have happened as the mayor described it.”

Either way, deciding that he couldn’t prove anything definitively, the detective’s next step was to have the Apple Store wipe the iPad clean, return the device to the poor, kiddie porn-addled mayor, and close the investigation.

Chronister only went so far as to admit that it’s a “good question” regarding whether the department should have looked into the case more, but that his department “serve[s] a difficult role in law enforcement” and has “elected officials that [they] depend upon to provide to us resources, funding, and things like that.” Although he “guesses it’s his fault, maybe, for not telling the detective to go on.”

Which sounds like an awfully weak mea culpa, but for a Vegas-adjacent police department, it’s still a relatively surprising sense of accountability. And as for Mayor Lee, “As far as I know there were people who were doing evil to children. I don’t have anything to do with that sin.”

That’s more like it.

Image via YouTube.


Contact the author at ashley@gawker.com.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

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The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Caity Weaver and Rich Juzwiak, Gawker’s chief restaurant critics, recently ate, drank, and gasped their way through every international pavilion and theme park attraction at Walt Disney World’s Epcot. This is their review.


The Best Restaurant in the World

Les Chefs de France

Location

France

Restaurant Style

Sit-down


Rich: While waiting outside of Chefs de France for our table, we watched a group of five women approach the très French host and slur, “Crème brûlée: where can we find them?” They had the rowdiness and random stagger of a bachelorette party. They were bombed. It was 2 p.m. on a Wednesday.

Caity: It was more like teachers at a bar after the last day of school. They did not have the youth of a bachelorette party. They told the poor maître d’ (an actual French maître d’) to talk, just so they could hear him talk. “We just want to hear you talk!” they screamed. Honors bio is DONE for the summer.

Also waiting to be seated: a man who I assume was a young veteran, missing both legs and one arm, and his beautiful (model-beautiful) wife. France, baby!

Rich: Our waitress, from northern France, reminded me of Shannen Doherty in the face. She was the opposite of Shannen Doherty in affect — passive as opposed to aggressive, but just as toxic. We’ll call her “Francine” to protect her identity.

Caity: By this point in our trip, I had succumbed to full on Disney-entitlement. The woman in Epcot Canada on our first night, who had been conditioned to “expect ‘Happy Birthday, here’s your table’”—that was me. I expected, “Bonjour mademoiselle, je m’appelle Lumiere, be our guest—oui, our guest—be our guest.” I expected a clock to spring to life and serve my soup. I expected the best table service of my life, like I was at the Queen’s wedding.

Rich: I expected our waitress to be none other than Angela Lansbury. Francine was no Angela Lansbury. Adding to the irritation was a small child at the table next to us, whose chair was pushed so far out, it was touching me. She might as well have just perched on my arm to eat her plain pasta with chicken fingers on top. What a monster.

Every time we went off book, which is to say asked Francine a question or did something that wasn’t just telling her what we wanted to order, she looked like a deer in headlights. Francine needs to take an improv class or two.

Caity: Even when we told her what we wanted, such as a Diet Coke, Francine could not make it happen. I ordered this item twice—the second time very casually, as if it had only just occurred to me I wanted a Diet Coke; as if I had not ordered and never received a Diet Coke a mere ten minutes prior. Francine nodded her terrified nod.

Rich: Her look was less a deer in headlights than a veal calf in headlights.

Caity: It was more the look you’d get if you asked a veal calf to engineer a more energy-efficient headlight.

Anyway. Never did get a Diet Coke. I guess technically she could still bring it to me at any point, for the rest of my life.

Rich: We received a baguette in a bag, which I thought was cute. Get it bag-uette? Bag-uette-up and give it to the people.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Caity: Cute blague-ette, Rich. (Means “joke.”) (Francine won’t tell you.) No offense, but Francine’s whole presence in that restaurant and my life at that point was clearly a blague played by God himself. But no offense!

Rich: Another early indication that the meal would prove befuddling to all came when I asked her about the meat content of the lobster bisque. In retrospect, OF COURSE, there was no pork in it. But people are always trying to slip in pork when you didn’t order it (see: every clam chowder in New York) and I just wanted to make sure. I was better off just guessing than asking Francine. For all I know, Francine was raised by lobsters.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Even though ordering it was as minor catastrophe, the lobster bisque turned out to be awesome. Perfect proportion of cream to stock. Sometimes lobster bisque is way too stock-y and you might as well have just chewed on a lobster shell. Not this one. This was like a bowl of butter that a lobster waded through a few times. Thanks for swimming by, friend.

Caity: One thing I learned during our tour of the world is how long I can go without a hamburger. The answer is: three days. By the time we made it to France, I was starving for one. I wanted a hamburger badly, but I knew that it was not the Frenchest move. (Put my cheeseburger on a bed of plain pasta, s’il vous plait.)

I asked Francine what she would recommend: The burger, or the Quiche Lorraine. After a few moments of nervous silence, she answered: “The Quiche Lorraine. It’s more traditional.” Fine, Francine. FINE.

I don’t think it even mattered what I ordered. Francine was going to bring me whatever she damn well chose.

As part of my prix-fixe deal, I selected an onion soup. It had all the ingredients of an onion soup. Were they cooked all the way through? Many were! The onions were not, but many of the other ingredients were.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Rich: Ah, the juicy crunch of uncooked onions. Nature’s soup.

Along with our soups, Francine brought most of our drinks (a St. Germain cocktail for me and a sweet Kir au Cassis with black currant liqueur for you). I immediately got set to take a picture of them, as Francine watched apprehensively. Then she asked, “Do you want me to take a picture?” No, Francine, we’re FOODIES. You can’t do a better job than I’m going to do.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Caity: Just to be very clear: In no way did any of your actions suggest you wanted her to take a picture. She might as well have asked if I wanted her to wear my eyeglasses.

Rich: Now we have sex? NO, Francine. GO BACK TO YOUR VEAL BOX. Also, hurry up. We were at Chefs de France for an hour before we got our meal. It wasn’t that crowded. Francine was just messing with us. Those two, I don’t like.

Caity: As we were finishing up our soup course, I looked out the large picture window onto the Paris street and saw the veteran from the lobby rolling his wheelchair away, toward Morocco.

While you were in the bathroom—just as I was scribbling a note in my notebook about how long the food was taking—Francine came over and offered an excuse for the delay, which made me think she had been watching me the whole time. “The fish...” she began. “It takes a long time to....make good.” Just what you love to hear at a restaurant.

Rich: The fish, it is very hard to kill. I keep holding it under the water, but it will not drown!

Caity: Imagine a chest of drawers bursting into the forbidden West Wing to tell Belle that. Believe me, we are trying our best in the kitchen to make this food good, but it’s gonna take a long, long time to come anywhere close. It’s chaos back there.

Rich: Do you want me to take a picture of myself preparing the fish?

The fish was not great, by the way!!!!

Caity: They didn’t have enough time!

Rich: I had the Mahi-Mahi sandwich, pommes frites et sauce tartare. The mahi wasn’t breaded. It was, like, broiled and served on focaccia with roasted peppers. It tasted improvised, and by now we all know that Francine is not very quick on her feet. The fries were O.K.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Caity: Your meal looked odd. The bread seemed pointless—like it was just their way of forcing you to eat bread for no reason. It was not really a sandwich. It was fish with mandatory bread.

Rich: Far be it from me to say no to bread, but in this case I should have. The “bun” was overcompensating. The fish: underwhelming.

Caity: My Quiche Lorraine (Famous Ham and Cheese Quiche) was traditionnelle in the sense it could have been made 50 years ago and it would have tasted the same. It was fine. Warm quiche mush. To my eternal regret, it was served with a small side salad. The salad was O.K. But it was no fries.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Rich: Did you have any of mine? Did I remember to offer them? Pardon, madame, if I didn’t. I was flustered. I blame Francine.

Caity: Yes, I had a couple, but the amount they gave you was so small that it wouldn’t have satisfied me even after eating a full meal. They weren’t even served on top of a bed of plain pasta, in the French style.

Rich: You can always half at least half of my fries! I shouldn’t be eating fries! Better to give them away than to eat them!

Caity: I wish you had made that rule clear on Day 1 of the trip. I would have done everything differently.

Unfortunately for Francine, after we finished our entrees it was time for dessert, which required returning to our table and speaking to us once more. Is it safe to say Francine had the loosest grasp of English of anyone we encountered in the large World/small world of Disney? Or, if not the loosest grasp, at least the least confidence in her hold?

Rich: Yeah, I mean, if we’re being generous that was the source of the problem. If we’re being real, she’s got a touch of evil.

Caity: I don’t think we said anything that would be unusual in a restaurant setting. I had to memorize more complicated restaurant dialogues for my elementary school French class. There is no fucking way Francine could have directed us to the library or nearest discotheque. Not in a million years.

Rich: I bet Francine doesn’t even know what “Garcon means boy” means. I couldn’t with dessert, but you apparently could and you did: Fresh strawberry and cream cake with raspberry sauce and strawberry sorbet. You asked Francine what she thought of it and she said, “Yes! You will love it.”

Caity: Don’t fucking lie to me, Francine.

Rich: She had never sounded more confident. See what friendship can do?

Caity: Francine pretending she knows me well enough to know what I will love, like she raised me. You weren’t even around when I was growing up, Francine.

Rich: Maybe it was mind control. The power of positive thinking. Maybe Francine was deploying The Secret to help us have a better time.

Caity: The strawberry and cream cake was fine.

The Best Restaurant in the World Is: France's Les Chefs de France

Rich: I didn’t love it. But then, she never said that I would.

Caity: Basically, if France is anything like Epcot France my advice is: avoid it.

Rich: On my way to the men’s room, I heard a child vomiting wrath in the women’s room. And then a stocky guy at the urinal told me that he’d just eaten enough for 10 people. Welcome to my life, buddy. It was nice to realize that connecting with strangers was still possible.

Caity: To this point, you may feel that we have been overly harsh on Francine, a queer little French girl, raised in an all girls school by Miss Clavelle. But what happened next was truly the most bizarre and uncomfortable waiter interaction of my life.

Francine brought over our check. I paid. She gave me a receipt. And then she stood directly next to me, looking down at the check, while she waited for me to fill in the tip.

I planned on tipping Francine handsomely despite absolutely everything that happened, because, at the end of the day, someone has to work in the mid-priced restaurant in Epcot France and I’m glad it’s not me. But this made me feel really uncomfortable—

Rich: Tip it to MAH FACE. – Francine

Caity: —So I dilly dallied. I did some calculations.

Rich: Doodled.

Caity: I sipped my water (not Diet Coke). I talked to Rich.

Eventually, Francine turned away, and pretended to busy herself at the table directly across from ours—except there was nothing to do there. That table was pristine; ready for its next victims. She just...placed her hands on it, I guess.

Her eyes off me at last, I placed the check down on our table (I had been cradling it in my lap like a new kitten) and began to fill in the tip. Francine whipped around: “It’s finished?”

No, Francine. It is not finished. Please, please, please leave my family (me and my platonic friend Rich) alone.

Finally, it was finished, and Francine flew to our table like gargoyle from a church awning at the first stroke of midnight.

Rich: As we gathered our belongings, Francine told us to have a good day and we responded, “You too.” Her response was to say, “Thank you,” and then awkwardly motion outside to...the weather? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALWAYS, Francine?!

Caity: Look at God’s creation. He made this tiny France. C’est magnifique. Or, anyway, c’est...ici.

A wise friend named Francine once said to me that it takes time to make something good. I would say that our extended visit with Francine disproved her theory.


Is Everything OK?

Questions About the Dining Experience

Would you go back?

Rich: How do you say in French...? NO.

Caity: Only if I was in the area and happened to receive word that my Diet Coke was ready.

Is it a good first date spot?

Rich: Nope. Romance is the one thing that Disney failed to create in its otherwise picture perfect replica of the French experience.

Caity: No. Les Chefs de France combines the snootiness of Paris with the general ineptitude of Florida. If you point that out on a first date, you look like a jerk. But, if you don’t point it out, you look like a rube who has never been to a nice restaurant and doesn’t understand the ways in which this one falls short.

Is it a good place to have an affair?

Rich: Yes. Francine would never in a million years suspect ANYTHING regarding your proclivities or the world in general.

Caity: Yes. The maître d’ podium seems like a good place to meet swingers. It’s also a good place to force a French college student to say “crème brûlée just so you can get your rocks off.

Is it a good place to bring the cryogenically frozen corpse of Walt Disney?

Rich: Yes. The reception is so ice cold he’d fit right in.

Caity: I guess so. Francine’s interactions with us were indicative of a frozen corpse brought herky-jerkily back to life, so maybe he could get a job there.


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Contact the authors at caity@gawker.com and rich@gawker.com. Images via Rich Juzwiak and Caity Weaver.

An Interview With the Mother of a 5-Year-Old Fashion Model

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An Interview With the Mother of a 5-Year-Old Fashion Model

Have you ever seen an ad for children’s clothes and wondered, “How did they find these kids?” Adults have Tyra Banks to discover them (...sort of), but who’s going around telling the children in this country that they’re still in the running towards becoming America’s next top child model? Earlier this month I talked with the mother of a five-year-old model in an attempt to figure that out. We spoke about how her daughter was “discovered,” the way the job affects both of them, and how well it pays.

Names and other content has been altered slightly to keep the subject and her daughter anonymous.

JEZEBEL: Is she in school yet?

MOTHER: Yes. She goes to school every day, 8 a.m. to 3 p.m.

How was she “discovered”?

Long story short, I grew up with the [family who owns The Department Store.] Kathryn was on the advertising side [at the company] and was putting together a kids line for little girls. She follows me on Instagram and thought that Sophia would be a perfect fit. She said in an email that she kind of curated the line around Sophia’s style? Which was flattering, but I don’t know how accurate that is.

Because of all the Instagrams?

Yeah. I started last year when she started going to school. I would take a picture of her outfit, not every day but a couple times a week, if it was particularly cute or really ridiculous. And I had this big collection of just her built up in my Instagram, and Kathryn just saw it and put this line together, and then Sophia was the face of it!

How was her first real photo shoot? Before, you were taking pictures of her, so it was fun, because the photographer was Mom—what was it like when it was a stranger taking the photos?

She has a pretty natural talent for it, which was good, because on our first set, the people that worked with her were not really kid people? There was maybe one other kid person.

She was used to me telling her what worked and what didn’t and why, but that first shoot was different. I was still there but I wasn’t in focus as much. I had to step in a few times and get her back on track. But for the most part she was just feeding off of their excitement over how cute she was and how well she was doing, so it turned out really well.

An Interview With the Mother of a 5-Year-Old Fashion Model

How many has she gone on so far?

Five or six. We started last September.

How have they changed since then?

We’ve used two different photographers with [the department store]—this one guy we’ve worked with more than the other, who has a daughter that’s Sophia’s age. I would say for the most part she’s gotten better just ‘cause she’s had more practice, but it really depends on who’s on set that day. If it’s a new stylist and she’s weirded out or doesn’t like their taste as much, she’s not as excited about it. Like one day, that particular photographer was having an off day, and that day she almost cried. She made a full recovery and got some great shots, but the way people work with her—and I don’t know if that’s true of kids in general—affects how her pictures turn out.

But, aside from that one day, she’s loved it every time. She loves getting her hair and makeup done. She loves working with the stylists. She likes the actual picture taking okay, but it’s not her favorite part. I think her favorite part is getting to go to school afterwards with her hair and makeup done.

So the shoots are in the morning?

They’re generally in the morning, and having to get up at 5:00 a.m. and drive to a warehouse so she can shoot is pretty tedious. So the night before is when we do our prep- clean hair, no nail polish, clean, trim & file her nails, etc.

How long do they last?

About two hours, I would say. It’s not bad at all. They try to get it done early because of the kids, they have such a short attention span.

How many kids are usually there?

She’s the only one. They’ve only done one at a time.

That makes it easier.

She doesn’t mind it, because she likes adults better than other kids, so. She would prefer it that way.

Does she talk about it with her friends?

Yes. This is something we’ve been working on recently—not just randomly telling people that you work at The Department Store, because you don’t even work there. You work for them. She’ll tell a complete stranger, it’s embarrassing sometimes.

So you have to have lessons about not bringing it up to people on the street?

Yes, and it’s something different if someone says they saw her picture on the website. In that case, sure, you can tell them about it. Answer any questions they have. But when somebody asks you how you’re liking school, an appropriate response is not, “Fine, but you know I model?” I have to tell her stuff like that. She seems like she gets it. She’ll be okay for a little bit, but then it just comes out. She’s very proud of it.

An Interview With the Mother of a 5-Year-Old Fashion Model

Is Sophia going to continue modeling for the line? Or just this season? I don’t really understand how these things work.

I honestly don’t understand everything myself. They launched the line last fall, and she was the face of the fall campaign. They asked her to come back for the spring campaign too, so she shot that around Christmas. I mean, I think they will ask her back for next fall or maybe even some summer stuff, but we’re not contracted through them. We work with an agency called The Agency, and The Department Store has to go through them.

There are so many laws, and particular people you have to have on set, and certain things you have to do when kids are involved—in modeling, but just working in general. So companies that want to work with her have to go through an actual agency. We don’t have to just stick with The Department Store. we just shot a Mother’s Day campaign for another store here. A smaller boutique. And I’ll look at anything that comes on the table. The Department Store is big, for sure, and it’s a great jumping off point. I just don’t want to get stuck with them. I want her to be able to do whatever.

What do you think could be in the future?

Well obviously I don’t know what she’s even gonna want to do. You know, if she gets tired of it, I’m not gonna make her do it, even though I’d love for her to. Right now, we’ve talked about it. What she likes about it and what she doesn’t. What work she likes to do. She’s more into, it sounds hilarious to be saying this about a five-year-old, but she’s very interested in runway and live action modeling? One day, she wants to be a fashion designer or work the runway.

Does she do a lot of doodling?

Oh my gosh. Yes. [My friend] for Christmas got her this big fashion design book and these new colored pencils and a pencil box and it was better than any present that I gave her, I guarantee you that. I gave her a three and a half foot tall Barbie Dream House, taller than her, and all she wanted was this coloring book. She’s very much into it. Always styling stuffed animals and dolls and her friends and doing makeup and drawing and coloring dresses. She’s into it, for sure.

And if she’s suddenly not into it, it’s just gonna stop.

Yeah. In the fall of 2013 someone suggested we sign her with The Agency so she could get into modeling, so I asked her if that would be something she was interested in. At the time, it was not. So I didn’t make her do it, even though I thought it was a great idea and thought it would’ve been the cutest thing. But she didn’t wanna do it, and I can’t make her. So yeah, if she loses interest, we’re done.

That’s funny. “No, not this one, mom.”

She knows what she wants! It’s crazy. Very opinionated little kid.

An Interview With the Mother of a 5-Year-Old Fashion Model

How did the original Instagram photos get started?

Last year, when school started up, I would put together these little outfits and sometimes she would really want to wear something, but she looked [ridiculous], so I’d have to be like, “Let’s sub out this for this, and maybe don’t wear your pajama pants, but you could wear this skirt with your pajama shirt?” She was very big into Chuck Taylors at the time, so she wore a lot of those. I mean, I kind of started the looks, but she definitely has input. She will not wear something if she doesn’t want to. She’s kind of developed her own little style. Even now, I can tell how much she loves running around town, going to school, doing errands with her hair and makeup on point. That’s her favorite part about the whole deal. She just feels really great.

Do your friends and family contact you when they see Sophia on the website and in the emails? And how does she respond to that?

Yes, definitely. It’s still such a weird sensation. I remember a month ago or something like that, I was scrolling through my work emails, delete delete delete, and the department store one pops up and there’s Sophia. It startled me. I didn’t even give anyone a chance. I emailed everyone right away.

Apparently she’s in stores, in print—although we haven’t seen that in person. I’ve gotten a couple messages from people saying like, “I just went up the escalator at The Department Store and saw Sophia!” It kind of blows my mind. I think about how many people are looking at it, and can’t imagine how many people that would be.

Do you know if the line has done well?

From what I understand it’s doing all right, and they have more plans coming up, so it can’t be doing that bad.

You don’t have to get into specifics, but are they paying you fairly?

Yes, I think so. And I don’t mind talking specifics because it’s not my paycheck. If you want to know specifics, just ask.

Does she know how much she gets paid or are you just saving it?

I’m just going to tell you because I really don’t care. The agency takes a 20% cut, and she makes $50 an hour for the department store, so she works two hours and takes home 80 bucks, and that’s that.

An Interview With the Mother of a 5-Year-Old Fashion Model

Do they give you royalties if they keep reusing the images? How does that work?

No, but these pictures can only be used for six months or a year. There’s an expiration date on them. And they all have to come down. I don’t understand how all that works or who’s in charge of what there, but no, she just gets paid flat and the agency takes their cut. Oh, and you asked if she knows about the money?

It seems like a hard thing to talk about.

I think she knows more than your average five-year-old. I took her in there to sign the back of her little check the first time we put it in, so she knows she has money, and we just put it all into the same account that my dad and I put her college fund and savings account.

It’s a cool way to teach kids about money early on. She worked for it.

It is. And it’s totally hers. And if it’s something big that she wants and I don’t agree with it, I’m gonna make her spend her own money on it. As far as little stuff that she wants to buy, like best friend necklaces for her and her best friend, I make her do chores around the house so she has her own little stash from that for smaller things. She hasn’t had to tap into her big funds yet, but she does know about it.

Do you know any other parents and kids doing this?

Like I said, this is all through a third party. So I really don’t know anyone else who does something like this.

Images via Shutterstock.


Contact the author at bobby@jezebel.com.

Man Claims Three Women Drugged and Raped Him, Then Bagged up His Semen

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Man Claims Three Women Drugged and Raped Him, Then Bagged up His Semen

A 33-year-old South Africa man says three women forced him into a car at gunpoint Tuesday, then made him drink an unknown, erection-inducing drug and raped him. They allegedly collected his semen in plastic bags, which they stored in a cooler. When they’d taken what they wanted, he says, they abandoned him in a field near Port Elizabeth and drove away.

“They pointed at him with a firearm directly, a shotgun,” said constable Mncedi Mbombo, according to the Toronto Star, “They gave him something to drink, then they left him after they got the sperm.”

Mbombo thinks the women are part of a semen-harvesting cartel, which sounds pretty unbelievable, but might be a real thing. According to the Star’s South Africa correspondent, Stephanie Findlay, “local news organizations have reported women at the Zimbabwe border selling semen to sangomas, traditional healers who then use the substance in their popular rituals.”

Findlay adds that rape is an epidemic in the country, with 25 percent of men in a 2009 study saying they’ve committed rape, and half of those saying they’ve done it more than once. There have also been male victims, with two other reports this year of groups of women kidnapping and sexually assaulting men.

Reporters for local paper The Herald, who tried to interview the alleged victim at the police station in New Brighton, claimed that officers “ridiculed” the man with “mockery and laughter” as he tried to file his complaint. The man declined to comment.

[h/t Daily Mail, Image by Jim Cooke, photos via Getty/Shutterstock]

Supposed Anti-Gay Dallas BBQ Chair Attacker Now Rumored To Be Gay

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Police have released video of a man who hit another man over the head at the Chelsea Dallas BBQ this week in an alleged anti-gay attack (above). Meanwhile, others are questioning the narrative of one of the victims, Jonathan Snipes, by claiming that his attacker was also gay.

Via Gothamist comes a post from a blog called The G-List titled, “Gay Hate Crime Or White Gay Privileged Media Manipulation On NYC’s Chair Throwing Fight?” That is a good, responsible question. Writer Waddie G., describes his experiences with the media coverage of the fight:

I read the Mashable blog post and noticed that the narrative was a purposely misguided news story to incite readers of mostly the headline to cry out homophobia for a helpless white gay guy.

Yeah, all right, but it’s also believing a victim in the absence of a counter narrative since his attacker is such a coward that he fled the scene. Snipes claimed he was called a “faggot,” which led him to confront the guy who ultimately banged a chair over his head. Is it conceivable that this incident happened as he described it? Of course. Homophobia thrives even in a cosmopolitan melting pot/salad bowl like New York. Is it possible that there is more to the story, that perhaps Snipes said something racist triggering the event and then left it out of his story? Of course. People are racist as hell, and that includes many white gay people (look no further than the comments section of this Towleroad post on the incident for more proof than you could probably ever stomach).

The story gets more complicated, according to Waddie G.:

Now, what Snipes chose to leave out in his interview was that during his exchange of words with the two alleged Black aggressive homophobes is that he struck one of the Black men first which kicked off the entire brawl. How do I know this information? My friend, the concerned citizen who caught the latter part of the fight on camera, gave me the T because he sat next to the table of the Black men, where the fight originated upon Snipes’ confrontation.

[THE VIDEO HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN DUE TO RACIST WHITE GAY MEN WHO SUPPORTS THE AGGRESSIVE SNIPES’ DECEITFUL NARRATIVE WITH THREATENING MESSAGES TO THE VIDEOGRAPHER WHO WAS A CONCERNED CITIZEN WHO HELPED MAKE SURE THAT THE TRUTH WAS EXPRESSED.]

Additionally, the word “faggot,” according to the concerned videographer, seemed to be a response to Snipes’ arrogance after knowing that he bumped the Black men’s table and knocking their drinks rather than homophobia.

And here is where we encounter some holes. Waddie G. is referring to Isaam Sharef. Sharef is openly gay and uploaded the Instagram and YouTube videos of the fight that went viral but has since removed them. Here they are again, in case you missed them:

Sharef’s account of the incident to the New York Daily News earlier this week apparently included no mention of the word “faggot” being used. Quite the contrary:

Sharef said he never hear gay slurs and doubts the incident was a hate crime. The restaurant, in the heart of Chelsea’s gay club district, is known as a gay hangout, he said.

So, which is it? Did the attacker not say “faggot” or did he say “faggot” in a way that Sharef felt was justified and not hateful? (I messaged Sharef about this very matter via Facebook and have yet to hear back).

Additionally, Waddie G., claims that Sharef “sat next to the table of the Black men, where the fight originated upon Snipes’ confrontation,” but the video is clearly taken from further away. The original YouTube video’s description claimed that this happened while he waited for his food, which seemed to imply that he had taken the video from his table. Perhaps he got up and walked across the restaurant to film the fight between ordering his food and receiving it. Perhaps he knows more than he’s letting on, too—yesterday via Facebook, Sharef told me, “I think people are assuming the other male in the video was straight.” But if he had that information, why wouldn’t he have told it to the Daily News or CBS2, which also interviewed him, especially when directly responding to allegations that a hate crime had occurred?

(Note that initially the NYPD said it wasn’t investigating the incident as a hate crime but that has since changed.)

Waddie G goes on:

One of the patrons at the restaurant called me and identified the chair thrower by name. I looked up the chair tosser’s Facebook profile, and he is allegedly gay, gay, gay and pretty popular in the ballroom scene. I am not going to snitch the guy out because I am on his side of self-defense minus the chair tossing and hate the white gay privileged narratives by gay bloggers, blogs and organizations who sensationalized this incident into more than what it was to protect the white gay hot head who wanted to demonize the Black gay men as aggressors over a physical altercation that he provoked when he could have ignored their foul language like I always do when insults are hurled my way.

If the story happened the way Snipes said it did, though, he was completely justified to respond to someone who had called him a faggot. Calling people out on their bullshit curbs homophobia. Gay people have put up with this shit their whole lives, and if they’re sick of it, you can hardly blame them. Snipes still didn’t deserve to be pummeled in response, at least, not in the way he told the story.

Gothamist points to an account in which Snipes called his attacker a “nigger” first (and in which his attacker is referred to as “trade,” or a gay man who could pass for straight):

Without the attacker’s story, and with people apparently working to keep his identity concealed, though, what can we do except rely on what Snipes said? This is especially so when the other most vocal witness, Isaam Sharef, has already proven himself unreliable.

Bloomberg Politics To Arbitrarily Give Points to People For Doing Job

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Bloomberg Politics To Arbitrarily Give Points to People For Doing Job

Here are some words that, in this particular order, do not refer to anything that exists: “parody sports-style game show.” What does that mean? Does “parody” modify “sports-style” or “game show” or “sports-style game show”? What is a “sports-style game show”? “Double Dare”? Would this be a parody of “Double Dare”? I’m happy to report that we’ll soon learn what one media organization thinks that term means, thanks to the money-drunk Bloomberg Politics team.

The Politico’s Hadas Gold reported yesterday on an email Bloomberg’s Matt Negrin has been sending out to reporters expected to attend a conservative campaign event in South Carolina this weekend. Here is a teaser for a very bad idea that does not, unfortunately, resemble a parody of “Double Dare.”

“It’s a parody sports-style game show that stars the reporters who cover candidates. The idea is that we’ll interview reporters before they go into the post-speech media scrum, and then afterward, like ESPN would interview athletes before and after a game. And of course during the scrum, we’ll go all in with our fancy schmancy cameras,” Negrin wrote in an email to one reporter and shared with the On Media blog.

There’s even a “semi-arbitrary point system,” 10 points for every 10 seconds in the “core” of the scrum, and 50 points for getting a quote from a candidate.

The segment will air on “With All Due Respect,” the largely unwatched Bloomberg Politics web and cable chat show, and it will be called “ScrumZone.” I appreciate, at least, that this bad idea has an appropriately off-putting name. (Imagine, like, a strip mall sports bar called “ScrumZone.” Imagine the wings and mozzarella sticks and patrons at “ScrumZone.” “Hey, man, we’re heading to ScrumZone after work to watch some college hoops, you in?” No, thanks, I am busy tonight and forever.)

There are fun (“fun”) ways to combine the “political reporting” and “game show” genres. Steve Kornacki sometimes hosts a quiz show based on recent political news on his MSNBC weekend morning show. It’s purposefully campy and silly. It also — and this is a distinction that probably doesn’t mean much to a political reporting shop run in part by Mark Halperin — tests knowledge, not access.

I cannot stress enough how little sense this idea makes. When ESPN interviews athletes prior to and after sporting matches, ESPN is not hosting a game show. ESPN is not assigning scores to the athletes. In fact, the athletes receive their points — or win them, rather — during the “game.” This is more like if NBC Sports invented a “game show” where they interview ESPN sideline reporters after games and award them points for talking to the people who actually participated in the game. That would be a bad idea for a show, and it would make no sense, and no one would want to watch it. “ScrumZone.”

The most puzzling question related to this game show is why Michael Bloomberg, the unpleasant but not unintelligent billionaire media mogul, is paying for it.

“ScrumZone.”

[Pictured: A suggested alternative for how “ScrumZone” should work. Via Nickelodeon/YouTube.]

China's Pro-Putin Propaganda Video: Putin, You Are So Handsome

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Russia and China’s ever-growing, often bizarre partnership, while usually cause for concern, has created something positively beautiful: This breathless, handjob of a propaganda video to Putin, with love, from China. P.S. Love your big muscles.

The video comes on the eve of Chinese President Xi Jinping’s upcoming trip to Moscow for the country’s 70th annual Victory Day celebrating the end of World War II. And while Russia might still be scrambling to create the air of having its shit together, China wants Putin to know that it’s here for him—Western sanctions be damned.

More importantly though, it wants the Chinese people, who the video is really targeted at, to know that they should love Putin, too. Just follow in the example of your upstanding countrymen and, in some cases, country-six-year-olds that were definitely not coached in what to say. Some highlights:

China’s view of Putin?

  • Putin is a nice guy.
  • Putin is a good man.
  • Putin is a a handsome leader, like President Xi.
  • Putin has big muscles.
  • I look like Putin. [Note: He does not.]

On similarities between Putin and President Xi:

  • They are both strong leaders.
  • They will take action when it is necesssary.
  • Relations between China and Russia are harmonious. I just say what I know.

What do you want to say to Putin?

  • Can I say it now? Can I say it? Putin, you are handsome.
  • Uncle Putin, we invite you to visit our kindergarten and try our steamed buns.
  • Everyone wants to go to Russia, but it is still not very convenient.
  • I hope the price of natural gas could be cheaper for us.
  • We want to be more open, share more information with each other.
  • China, as an ancient nation, always treats its neighbors with good intentions.

And it all closes with this beautiful, ancient Chinese ballad: When getting married, one should marry someone like Putin, a powerful and strong man who never drinks much.

Russia, we’ll abstain from voting on a UN Security Council resolution that would condemn you for violating our foreign-policy tenets any day. Love, China.

[h/t The Wall Street Journal]


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Science Watch: A "Web" of Deceit

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Science Watch: A "Web" of Deceit

Healthy eats! Echo ears! Thunder pictures! Alien sounds! Head-volution! Space geysers! Spider silk! And statistics that some might call stunning! It’s your Friday Science Watch, where we watch science—with X-Ray Vision!

  • Some people—neurologists who recently conducted a new study and derived from it scientific findings—say that eating a healthy “Mediterranean-style diet” can prevent cognitive decline as we age. Others, like Fred, just sit around and bark like a dog in an empty garage. Fred has a belt buckle shaped like a rooster, if that’s relevant.
  • Humans with very good high-pitch hearing are able to use echolocation to find objects, “in a similar way to bats and dolphins.” Neat trick, you monstrous Bat Boy. Step right over here and take a seat in this electric chair. Sure, it’s for an “experiment.”
  • What does thunder “look like?” Scientist now say that they can show you by producing an image of thunder’s acoustic sound waves. But they’re lying—thunder is invisible. I sincerely hope they’re all disbarred from the academy.
  • Here we go again: a NASA balloon has picked up mysterious and unexplained sounds coming from outer space. Well then, it must be aliens, mustn’t it? Must be Godzilla and Mechazilla dancing among the stars, broadcasting their mighty extraterrestrial roars for the exclusive benefit of you, someone with a Youtube account and borderline personality disorder, right? Surely this is how E.T. has chosen to reach out, and only you can offer just the right baseless and unsubstantiated wild theory about what it all means, yes? Chum for the rubes.
  • Thanks to newly discovered 500 million year-old arthropod fossils, researchers now believe that the modern head evolved when the anterior sclerite fused into a head plate in modern exoskeletal organisms. Most of us have been led to believe that our heads got strong thanks to books. Can we “get a ruling” on this, marriage ref?
  • Have a gander at this headline: “Eruptions on Saturn’s moon Enceladus could be curtains instead of geysers.” Curtains? Have I stumbled out of the scientific arena and into a home furnishing store? Does anyone here know how to do their job competently, except for me? I pray that opprobrium rains down upon these rogue men of “science” like god’s terrible judgment rained down upon the unholy Roman Empire, after all that sodomy.
  • If you’re the type of disturbed individual who gets your kicks by spraying spiders with graphene, turns out that those spiders will produce silk that is super strong. But is it strong enough to bind the hands and feet of an adult male Jiffy store clerk who should be coming out of his baseball bat-induced coma any minute now? If you could get back to me on that soon that would be great.
  • New research says Mercury’s magnetic field is four billion years old. AND?????

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500 Days of Kristin, Day 103: Jax Facts

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500 Days of Kristin, Day 103: Jax Facts

Yesterday was Kristin Cavallari’s younger son Jax’s birthday—we totally forgot. He is now one year old. Here are some facts about Jax:

Full name: Jaxon Wyatt Cutler

Astrological sign: Taurus (w/ Capricorn rising)

Likes: “ice cream” made of cashews—allegedly

Dislikes: unknown

Temperament: colicky (like Kristin was as a baby)

Vaccinations: n/a

Kristin wrote to Jax on Instagram yesterday, “Well, that was the fastest year of my life. Happy 1st birthday to my little baby bull! I love u with all of my heart, wild man.”

Only 364 days until Jax’s next birthday and 397 days until Kristin’s debut book hits shelves.


This has been 500 Days of Kristin.

[Photo via Getty]

Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

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Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

Occasionally, against all odds, you’ll see an interesting or even enjoyable picture on the Internet. But is it worth sharing, or just another Photoshop job that belongs in the digital trash heap? Check in here and find out if that viral photo deserves an enthusiastic “forward” or a pitiless “delete.”

Image via Imgur


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Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

For whatever reason, pictures of receipts have been big winners in the viral photo economy, which is reason enough to fake them for some seeking internet fame. This image, however, comes from a real and terrifying incident that occurred this week in Highlands County, Florida.

As Gawker reported on Wednesday, Cheryl Treadway and her three children were being held hostage at knifepoint by boyfriend Ethan Nickerson when she came up with her clever rescue plan. From NBC News:

Cheryl Treadway convinced her boyfriend to let her use her phone to order from Pizza Hut, police told NBC station WFLA on Tuesday. But as well as requesting a small hand-tossed classic pizza with pepperoni, Treadway also wrote “911 hostage help” in the order’s comments — prompting the Pizza Hut to call the authorities.

Police responded to the pizza chain and to Treadway’s home in Highlands County after she made the order on Monday, at which point she ran outside holding a small child. Treadway’s boyfriend, 26-year-old Ethan Earl Nickerson, was persuaded to come outside peacefully and her other two children were unharmed, police said.

According to WFLA, Nickerson has been charged with aggravated assault with a weapon without intent to kill, battery, false imprisonment and obstructing justice by depriving communication to law enforcement.

Image via Twitter


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Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

Another unlikely theme among viral images online is man-made structures built on natural pillars. Pretty much all of them (including this one) are fake.

Last year, Paleofuture’s Matt Novak interviewed the creator of the picture above, a member of the art collective Reality Cues who goes by the Twitter handle @Archistophanes.

“I like that you say ‘clearly photoshopped,’” he told Novak at the time, “because to me they are all clearly photoshopped.”

Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

Images via Twitter//h/t PicPedant


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Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

One of this week’s most shared photos was this image, tweeted by Indian celebrities like Farah Khan and attributed to the recent earthquake in Nepal. In reality, however, the photo was taken some eight years earlier in Vietnam’s Ha Giang province.

On Monday, the BBC interviewed the original photographer, Na Son Nguyen, who says his image was given imagined backstories almost immediately after he posted it online, “like their mother had died and their father left them”:

It didn’t stop there. He later found the photo with credits such as “two Burmese orphans” and even “victims of the civil war in Syria”.

Na Son said he made efforts to clarify and to claim copyright of the photo but with little success.

“This is perhaps my most shared photo but unfortunately in the wrong context.”

Image via Twitter//h/t Snopes


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Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

Every now and then, the internet gods smile and offer up a photo that is both cool and real, like this one, showing Linn County, Oregon’s Lost Lake, a popular fishing spot that, during especially dry years, can drain completely through open lava tubes.

According to Willamette National Forest spokesperson Jude McHugh, officials have found car parts and other objects in the tubes over the years, presumably put there by individuals hoping to prevent the lake from emptying. McHugh told the Bend Bulletin that any attempts to plug the holes are “strongly discouraged.”

Image via Twitter


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Forward or Delete: This Week's Fake Viral Photos

On Thursday, TMZ posted this picture, supposedly of John Legend as a baby. However, this is not John Legend as a baby. This is just a baby that looks remarkably like John Legend.

Yesterday, John Legend himself laughed off the fake photo’s enduring popularity. TMZ has since corrected their article.

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Images via Jezebel/Twitter

Subtropical Storm Ana, a Sad Lump of Clouds, Swirling Towards Carolinas

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Subtropical Storm Ana, a Sad Lump of Clouds, Swirling Towards Carolinas

A pathetic clump of swirling clouds and weak thunderstorms shamefully churning off the coast of South Carolina became Subtropical Storm Ana last night. The storm is the first tropical cyclone we’ve seen in May since Alberto in 2012, and the earliest in the year since Ana (no relation) in 2003.http://thevane.gawker.com/what-is-a-subt...

Subtropical Storm Ana, a Sad Lump of Clouds, Swirling Towards Carolinas

The disgraceful storm currently has winds of 45 MPH and a central minimum pressure of 1001 millibars, which is higher than what you might see behind a good squall line. The storm is stationary, but it should start moving northwest towards the coast and make landfall somewhere near Myrtle Beach, where residents will stand on the beach pointing and laughing.

The storm is impressive on visible satellite imagery, but it’s utterly pitiful when you look at water vapor loops that show all of the sad thunderstorms southeast of the center and dry air dominating just about everywhere else.

The pretty swirl of clouds in the center of the means nothing but the fact that there’s a closed low pressure center at the surface. It’s impressive in the same way that a seemingly-promising burp rumbles up your esophagus and exits as a puny squeak, leaving you disappointed in your abilities as a human being.

Ana could gain some dignity and become a fully tropical storm over the next day or so as it sits over the warm waters of the Gulf Stream and environmental conditions become slightly more favorable for further development. Even so, it won’t amount to much before crashing ashore as an assortment of showers and storms that should be nothing but a laughable reminder of what could have been.

Subtropical Storm Ana, a Sad Lump of Clouds, Swirling Towards Carolinas

Given the relative lack of thunderstorm activity near shore, the storm shouldn’t produce as much rain as was previously thought, but there could still be periods of heavy rain in the Carolinas as it swings through. Coastal areas of the Carolinas could see up to three inches of rain over the next couple of days, and parts of the Mid-Atlantic and New England could see up to an inch of rain as its dishonorable remnants sulk by.

The greatest threats to residents in the path of Ana are rip currents and a marginal chance for tornadoes. Tropical systems, even disgraceful ones such as this, have enough spin in the atmosphere that storms coming inland can start to rotate and drop some brief, weak tornadoes.

Ana joins a dozen or two other storms that have formed before the start of the Atlantic hurricane season, which officially begins on June 1. Environmental conditions usually aren’t right for tropical cyclone formation in April or May, and when they do manage to form, they’re usually humiliating bundles of loosely-organized condensation like we see today.

On a related note, even though we assign names like “Ana” and “Bob” to tropical cyclones, they are not referred to with gender-specific pronouns (he/she/his/her). Standards dictate that we refer to tropical cyclones as “it,” because we’re not supposed to humanize them, which is kind of silly because we opted to give them human names instead of calling them things like “chair” or “muffin.” So when we call Ana a pathetic storm, it is a pathetic storm, because it is not a living thing and cannot feel the emotions involved with being insulted by a weather blog.

[Images: GREarth, author]


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The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

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One week from today, Mad Max returns to our screens in Mad Max: Fury Road. But that post-apocalyptic road-rage survivor wouldn’t be around today if he hadn’t starred in two incredible movies, decades ago. Here are all the weirdest facts you never knew about the making of Mad Max and The Road Warrior. Plus an exclusive video!

Mad Max (1979):

Inspiration:

Director George Miller grew up in a small town in Queensland, Australia where he saw a lot of car accidents. The subculture around cars and violence became an early subject of preoccupation for him, especially after he lost three friends to accidents in his teenage years. Later, as a doctor working in a casualty department, he would see numerous road accident victims, practically on a daily basis. These concerns and images accumulated to provide the raw material for the film. As Miller put it in a 1979 interview with Cinema Papers, “The USA has its gun culture, we have our car culture.”

Another major inspiration was Anthony Burgess’ A Clockwork Orange, which sparked the Toecutter gang’s distinctive dialect. Miller wanted to avoid contemporary-sounding dialogue and, with the help of a movie-obsessed Irish journalist named James McCausland whom he met at a dinner party, he wrote a script littered with outre linguistic flourishes.

Miller’s medical background also came in useful while funding the film. The pre-production funding was secured partly via earnings from three months of intensive work as a traveling emergency physician (with producer Byron Kennedy as his driver). In the process, they also collected many anecdotal experiences from road accident victims and incorporated them into the film.

Source: Cinema Papers, Issue 21 (May-June 1979)

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

Casting:

The then-unknown Mel Gibson was cast when he dropped his drama school friend/housemate Steve Bisley (who landed the role of Goose) off at the auditions. His face was swollen and littered with bruises, thanks to a drunken brawl he’d gotten into the week before. The battered look intrigued the casting agents (“We’re looking for freaks”) who took Polaroids and asked him to return once he’d healed up. When he returned weeks later, the producers didn’t recognize him until he pointed out his Polaroid on the casting board. He got the part after winning the people in the casting office over with a joke, and confirming that he could indeed drive.

Funnily enough, there’s a rumor that this particular story is just a tall tale cooked up by Gibson and that his matinee idol looks were the deciding factor in winning him the part. There’s a version of the casting story that simply has Miller going to a play in which Bisley and Gibson were starring, and being won over by Gibson’s physicality and the pair’s onstage chemistry.

Given his career-long preoccupation with Catholicism, it’s also no surprise that Gibson returned to the role twice. Terry Hayes, co-writer of The Road Warrior, says that when he first spoke to Gibson about his returning to star in Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome, he described the character as “Jesus in black leather.”

Source: Hero Complex

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

George Miller was worried that he wouldn’t have the money to hire Royal Shakespeare Company veteran Hugh Keays-Byrne to play the villain, Toecutter. After much back and forth, Keays-Byrne agreed to join the cast but only if he could bring along the group of actors that would go on to play the Toecutter’s gang. Miller didn’t have the money to fly them all in from Sydney so he paid for their motorcycles (all Kawasakis) to be shipped to Sydney by train.

Keays-Byrne and his cohort then rode the bikes all the way from Sydney to Melbourne, where the film was being shot. Oddly enough, that journey became an inadvertent bit of method preparation as the days on the road helped them bond and get into the biker gang mindset. Miller also had an arrangement with the local police, giving every actor a letter on studio letterhead, certifying that they were with the production. This group also lived apart from the actors playing policeman (who were derisively dubbed “the Bronze”) — and in inferior accommodations to boot. This was by design on Miller’s part, helping create tension both on-camera and off. According to Keays-Byrne, there was a lot of “illegal activity” being perpetrated and the studio letters were basically “get-out-of-jail-free cards.”

Source: Empire Magazine, October 2002

Production:

Thanks to the meager $350,000 budget, many aspects of the production were cobbled together on the fly. Real bikers—including members of a biker club called the Vigilantes as well the local chapter of the Hell’s Angels—were used in several action scenes. Some of these bikers—as well as a few drivers—were paid in ‘slabs’ (slang for 24-packs) of beer.

Art director Jon Dowding stole the signage and props that can be seen outside the store where Jessie gets ice cream, making off with them in the morning and returning them at night after the shot was complete.

Given how expensive actual leather costumes were, only Gibson and Bisley got to wear the real thing. Everyone else was sporting vinyl outfits.

Most of the film was shot using an old beat-up lens that Sam Peckinpah once used for The Getaway. Miller himself went above and beyond what’s generally expected of a director. He personally swept glass off the roads after shots were completed. He edited the film by hand in his kitchen. He even sacrificed his old Mazda Bongo, the blue van seen totaled in the opening chase.

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

Despite the shoestring budget, however, Miller and company were all about verisimilitude. Many of the action scenes were shot at real speeds. The one shot of Goose’s speedometer reading 180 km/h is a real one, filmed by brave DP David Eggby as he clung to the back of a bike with a 35mm camera.

Given all the risks taken by the crew, it’s ironic that the most significant injuries suffered during the production were not incurred during filming. Lead stuntman Grant Page (paid all of $1000 a week for his work on the film) and Rosie Bailey, the actress originally cast as Max’s wife, were speeding to the set on a motorcycle, trying to make an early shooting call. They were cut off by a sixteen-wheeler and crashed the bike. Both suffered broken legs, causing Bailey to be replaced by Joanne Samuel and Page to be sidelined for a little while.

Broken leg notwithstanding, Page still performed some of the most impressive stunts in the film, including one in which he jumps the Interceptor through a caravan during the opening chase. Another stuntman—Gerry Gausla—broke a world record when he rode his four-cylinder bike over 28 meters and jumped off it mid-flight.

Then there was the filming of the Nightrider’s death, four seconds of screentime that took three days to film. The process involved the use of a military booster rocket to propel the souped up Holden Monaro to speeds of 75 mph over 36 meters before terminating in the required fiery crash. By the time filming was done, fourteen vehicles had been destroyed and every crash was shot in one take. These stunts were so impressive that they prompted a bit of professional jealousy in international quarters—there was a rumor later spread by American stuntmen that a rider was killed in the shot during the bridge sequence where a biker gets hit on the head by a flying cycle. Grant Page would like you to know this isn’t true.

Sources: Mad Max DVD commentary, Empire Magazine article

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

The Vehicles:

Max’s yellow Interceptor was a 1974 Ford Falcon XB sedan with a 351 cubic inch Cleveland V8 engine. Roop and Charlie’s “Big Bopper” was also a ‘74 Falcon but had a 308 cubic inch V8 instead of a 351. Both were decommissioned Victorian police cars. Max’s famous black Pursuit Special was a 1973 Ford XB Falcon GT351, modified by crew mechanic Murray Smith, Ford Australia’s Peter Arcadipane, and others. Modifications include the non-functional turbocharger (added for its cosmetic appeal) and the Concorde front, a relatively rare accessory that later went public thanks to its increasing popularity. After the shoot wrapped, the car was taken around the country as part of the film’s promotional campaign and, then put up for sale. There were no interested buyers, and it went back under the care of Murray Smith.

Most of the bikes used in the film were Kawasaki Kz1000s donated by a local dealership called La Parisienne.

Source: Mad Max Movies

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

The Road Warrior (1981):

Inspiration:

A core inspiration for the sequel stemmed directly from the reception to the first movie. Miller found that Mad Max seemed to translate seamlessly across cultures, super-imposing itself on the mythology of every country it was popular in. As he often observes, the Japanese would equate it to samurai films, Europeans would compare to spaghetti westerns and so on. Miller realized that in making the first film, he had—unknowingly—reinterpreted some universal definitions of heroism.

For the second film, he decided to explore that concept further and, this time, by design. This endeavor led him to Joseph Campbell’s The Hero With A Thousand Faces, a book about the classic hero figure that has transcended historical and cultural differences. Miller believed that the heart of the first film’s success was summed up neatly by Campbell’s book. “So we decided to expand on it,” said Campbell in a Films in Review interview. “We decided to see if we could create a real hero.”

Source: Films In Review, “George Miller” by Pat Broeske

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

Characters:

Part of Miller’s pre-production strategy was to concoct background stories for all the characters. Lord Humungus’ backstory was that he was a horribly injured senior military officer and master strategist. Wells recalls that “Wez was an ex-Vietnam veteran who had fought his way through many battles...I considered him an innocent swept up in all this, defending what he believed in.” Bruce Spence said that he and Miller pictured the Gyro Captain as “venal, a good talker with absolutely no self respect...We seem to agree that he was possibly a used car salesman or a PR consultant. If George Bush Jr. was around then, I probably would have modeled him on that bastard!”

Sources: Hot Dog Magazine: “Still Crazy After All These Years” by Pavel Barter

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The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

Production:

The film was shot in the winter of 1981 in a remote mining town called Broken Hill, 800 miles west of Sydney. The town’s reserves of ore had dried up, causing much of the population to relocate. This made it a source not just of cheap housing but of a certain air of post-apocalyptic desolation that couldn’t be replicated on a studio lot. The result was a ghost town turned surreal by the twelve week occupation of a gang of wild-looking, adrenaline-junkie film people.

Mel Gibson would tool around the town in his Mini, wearing (for some reason) bedroom slippers, an affectation that the town’s inhabitants found odd but soon got used to. They also got used to half-naked men wandering around in S&M gear. Virginia Hey, the actress who played the Warrior Woman, remembered arriving in the town in the middle of a storm, only to be greeted by the sight of Vernon Wells striding through a dust cloud with a mohawk and protruding buttcheeks. Extras were recruited from the town populace but, apparently, not everyone heard about the filming. A mailman once blew through the stop signs while a chase was being filmed, only to encounter the gangs of marauding punks and flee in terror.

Source: Hot Dog Magazine: “Still Crazy After All These Years” by Pavel Barter

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

The Buttocks:

Costume designer Norma Moriceau was inspired by the offerings on display at an S&M boutique store that adjoined her Sydney home. Much of the wardrobe was cobbled together over the course of numerous trips to junk shops, second-hand stores and various special-interest leather outlets. Moriceau originally wanted Wells’ butt to be bare but a flap was deemed necessary, due to his need to jump on and off motorcycles constantly. Gibson called Wells “Barometer Bum” on set. Why? Wells recalls, “When my butt cheeks went purple on set, they’d send everyone into the bus so we could warm up.”

His wasn’t the only blue rear end on view. The Broken Hill locals had promised warm weather through to the middle of the year but this was not to be. Co-scripter Brian Hannant recalls, “We had maybe six or eight clear warm days. It rained; the wind was abysmal. The costumes were all designed for warm weather, just G-strings some of them. I never saw so many blue bums in my life. Genuinely blue. The local army disposal shop didn’t have a greatcoat left. All you’d see on the set were these rows of greatcoats.”

Sources : Hot Dog Magazine: “Still Crazy After All These Years” by Pavel Barter

Starburst Magazine, Vol 4, No. 9, “Mad Max 2” by John Baxter

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The Dog:

Max’s dog, (actually named “Dog”) was a Queensland Heeler rescued from an RSPCA pound the day before he was set to be euthanized. Dog stood out of the crowd by picking up a stone in his mouth and dropping it at Miller’s feet. Unfortunately, given the subject matter of the film, it turned out that Dog was terrified of cars. This issue was bypassed by plugging Dog’s ears with cotton during the louder scenes. He also spent his time on set showering affection on Bruce Spence (“Gyro Captain”) whose character he was actually supposed to attack. Spence recalls, “The only way I could get him to go for my throat was to play with him for hours on end, getting him to bite my scarf. That was what he was doing when we shot it.” Dog was handled by stuntwoman Dale Aspin, who also later adopted him.

Source : Hot Dog Magazine: “Still Crazy After All These Years” by Pavel Barter

Fantastic Films #30, “Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior” by Blake Mitchell and Jim Ferguson

The Accidents:

The second film had its own share of crazy stunts and spectacular accidents. One of these accidents is actually in the film—a scene featuring a bike-riding raider slamming into a car, flying off his motorcycle, smashing his legs into the car and then hurtling before the camera. The stuntman—Guy Norris—was not supposed to bounce his legs off the car. Unfortunately, upon impact, the car rose into the air and met Norris’ legs full-on. The poor man had just recovered from a previous leg injury and this particular incident bent the steel pin in his leg 20 degrees in the wrong direction. A slow playback of the scene actually shows his leg at an unnatural angle.

The next day, stuntman “Mad” Max Aspin shot a scene in which he rammed a vehicle at 50 mph through a wall of pre-wrecked cars and tumbled end over end through a ditch. He performed the stunt unharmed the first time but, unsatisfied with the result, tried it again. This time, he broke a vertebra and a heel as the car rolled over.

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

Accidents also happened off set. Stuntwoman Dale Aspin (Max’s wife) took a few days off to work on another production. She fell from a wire suspended between two buildings and ended up breaking the same vertebra as her husband.

The most unusual accident, however, wasn’t even related to filmmaking. Stuntman Kim Noyce was bored on his day off and decided to ride his motorcycle to the set to see what was going on. Max Aspin recalls, “Out in the bush...he passed a camel train...He pulled up to say hello to the camel driver and forgot that the camels might not like the high-revving, noisy motorbike engine. One of them kicked out with both legs and knocked him ten feet through the air, breaking one of his ankles. The guy’s so embarrassed he’s telling people he did it rolling a car at 90 mph.”

Fortunately, the most dangerous stunt in the entire film—the rolling of the tanker in the climactic scene—went off without a hitch. Dennis Williams, driver of the truck, was not allowed to eat for 12 hours before the scene was shot, a precaution designed to reduce potential complications if he had to be rushed to emergency surgery. A helicopter and ambulance were kept standing by and many members of the production refused to come watch. It was something Williams had never done before and it had to be executed in one take. Thankfully for all involved, he managed it.

Sources: Starburst Magazine, Vol 4, No. 9, “Mad Max 2” by John Baxter

Truckin’ Life Magazine, “Lights, Camera, Action...Roll ‘Em” by Mark Gibson

The Craziest Stories About The Making Of Mad Max And The Road Warrior

The Car:

The same black 1973 Ford Falcon coupe that was used in the first film was also brought in for the second. Kennedy and Miller reacquired the car for the new production and had it further modified, adding big gas tanks in the back while also giving it a generally battered look. Thanks to the larger budget for The Road Warrior, the production could afford a duplicate car. It was used for most of the driving sequences while the original features in most of the interior and close-up shots. It was the duplicate that was destroyed when the script called for the obliteration of Max’s car. The original remained intact and changed hands several times over the years. It spent some time in the Cars of the Stars Motor Museum and, according to madmaxmovies.com, is now part of the Dezer Collection in Florida. Fans have, since, built hundreds of replicas.

Source: Mad Max Movies

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The Mad Max Movies by Adrian Martin

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The Army Is Developing Killer Robots

Faster than a soldier can react. Remember that phrase because it will lead you to killer robots.

When I saw the research and development solicitation today from the Army for ideas about Modular Active Protection Systems (MAPS), I went down a frightening rabbit hole of research, tipped off by a name and an acronym that just had that smell. The request for proposals says nothing about what MAPS is and the innocuous command responsible, TARDEC — the Army Tank Automotive Research, Development and Engineering Center — makes, umm, armored vehicles.

The Army Is Developing Killer Robots

But in the solicitation there was reference to the “TARDEC Active Protection System (APS) Technologies Security Classification Guide,” dated November 10, 2011. I had to check. TARDEC kicked off its development program last year “to deliver a common MAPS framework that will enable affordable, reduced-weight, protective systems for ground vehicles across the fleet.” Protective systems? And what’s that word active?

In a short and boring article, TARDEC defines what they are now asking ideas for:

“Active protection systems feature semi-autonomous or autonomous systems that can be integrated onto vehicles to give Soldiers the capability to detect, classify, receive warning cues, and use countermeasures to address threats or imminent threats in the field. For instance, if a combatant fires a rocket-propelled grenade at a vehicle equipped with MAPS, the system can detect the threat in the air and defeat it faster than Soldiers could react. The system also enhances a Soldiers’ ability to return fire by indicating where the threat came from, allowing them to maintain an offensive position.”

Faster than Soldiers could react. Get it? Iron Fist is one example, being offered by General Dynamics, a gizmo on top of an armored vehicle that detects incoming fire and emits an electronics countermeasure and “If needed, a close-range hard kill interceptor physically destroys or deflects the threat a safe distance from the defended platform.” Bright Arrow is another, also from GD, sort of a mini-Gatling gun, with a “Remote-controlled Weapon Station” remote-controlled being, by a soldier.

That led me to an entire fan boy world of RIPSAW — an unmanned ground vehicle that the Army is currently touting. Except that it is also clear to say that RIPSAW will be tele-operated; “a soldier remotely drives it and operates and fires the weapon.” Because? Well, because, the Army says “war is a human endeavor” and robots will never replace soldiers. Department of Defense Directive 3000.09 “Autonomy in Weapon Systems,” published in November 2012, even prohibits robots from making life and death decisions without a human in control.

The Army Is Developing Killer Robots

RIPSAW was demonstrated in 2009 at the Eldora Speedway in Ohio; that is, when it was manned. Now? Well, for added protection, it’s unmanned. It’s not far-fetched: MAPS, the active protection system is only a hairs-breath away from “testing” the very thing that the Pentagon supposedly bans. A system on the battlefield or the streets of wherever that reacts faster than a soldier can. Innocuously called active protection. I remain generally skeptical of the danger of killer robots and the noisy campaign against them, but when you see all of this unfolding as some innocent attempt to protect soldiers from the ... how else can you say it? In the human dangers of war, someone should be paying attention to the fine print.

[Art by Sam Woolley. Both photos courtesy of and copyrighted to the U.S. Army Research, Development and Engineering Command (RDECOM) official Flickr account. All rights belong to RDECOM and are protected under the creative commons license.]


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Police Seek Man Who "Jacked His Dick" in a Waffle House Booth

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Police Seek Man Who "Jacked His Dick" in a Waffle House Booth

Macon, Ga., police are seeking a former Waffle House employee caught on camera masturbating to completion in one of the restaurant’s booths on Monday during a slow lunch hour.

The suspect, 36-year-old Emanuel Williams, was alone in the restaurant with a female coworker, according to a police report obtained by The Smoking Gun, when he sat down in the booth and announced that he was “about to jack his dick.” The woman, who was on the phone, finished her call and “walked over to the suspect to see if he really was jacking his penis,” the report continues.

“And he was.”

She started recording the incident on the phone while Williams “continued on until he masturbated” [sic] (sick), and called him a pervert. He responded that he was just a freak, and she said she hoped he washed his hands.

Williams was fired after the video “went viral” on Facebook and was sent to a local TV station. The woman who filmed Williams’ lunchtime jack sesh says he threatened via Facebook that he was going to “fight her” for putting the video online, so she decided to get the police involved.

According to The Smoking Gun, Williams is a registered sex offender who served a decade in state prison for a 1999 rape.

[h/t Smoking Gun, Photo: 41NBC]

The Subway Slaying That Wasn't a Crime

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The Subway Slaying That Wasn't a Crime

Linda Rodriguez was lying in bed when the knock at the door came. Her youngest son, Eric Maldonado, 17, heard it first. He figured it was his older brother Gilbert coming home. Gilbert Drogheo, 32, was a jokester, and Eric knew if he got up and let him in, they might be up all night chatting. Eric had school the next day, so he left it for his mother to answer. Before she did, the phone next to her bed started ringing.

Rodriguez expected it would be Gilbert, asking to be let in. “This is Detective So-and-So,” she remembers hearing after she picked up. “I’m outside your door. Can you come and get your door?” Rodriguez obliged, and four men entered her apartment. She remembers clutching her heart when she noticed that one of them was holding a sheet of paper.

“Do you know him?” one of the officers asked, showing her a picture of Gilbert. She did. “Did you watch the news this afternoon, this evening?” She had. “Did you see the shooting on the subway?”

“That’s exactly how they told me,” she recalled about a month later, sitting in her sunny eighth-floor apartment in Manhattan’s Grant Houses. “I’m sorry to say, that’s your son,” one of the officers said. Incredulous and hoping to prove that there had been a mistake, Rodriguez called Gilbert’s phone. A detective picked up.


Gilbert Drogheo was shot and killed on the mezzanine of the Brooklyn Borough Hall subway station during evening rush hour on Tuesday, March 10. On Monday, nearly two months after the shooting, Brooklyn District Attorney Kenneth Thompson announced that the shooter would not be charged with a crime.

The final minutes of Drogheo’s life, as told in eyewitness and law enforcement accounts given to the New York Times, the New York Daily News, and CBS, went something like this: Drogheo and 28-year-old Joscelyn Evering were riding a Brooklyn-bound 4 train after working together on an electrical contracting job on East 23rd Street. When the train reached Bowling Green, a 69-year-old retired New York City corrections officer named Willie Groomes boarded it, stepping between Drogheo and Evering.

The Subway Slaying That Wasn't a Crime

Then something happened that started a confrontation. Perhaps the men bumped into each other, as happens on a crowded train. Some bystanders said that the younger men appeared to be drunk. Drogheo and Evering were “talking mad trash,” according to the Daily News’s witness, and one of the younger men allegedly used the word “nigger” (or “nigga”) when addressing Groomes. (Groomes and Evering are black; Drogheo was Hispanic.)

Groomes evidently took exception, telling the men, “I’m not your n——- , I’m not your boy,” the Daily News’s source said.* The argument turned physical. The Times’s sources said that one of the younger men punched Groomes in the head; CBS reports that Evering was “accused of pushing the retired officer into a vacant seat twice.” While still on the train, Groomes drew his .380 Ruger, a small handgun, from its holster.

Maria Sumina, a 28-year-old Crown Heights woman who was in the same train car on her commute home from work, told Gawker that she was listening to music in headphones and didn’t pay much mind to the initial altercation. “I did see some scuffling, but it was a packed rush-hour train. You kind of expect something like that,” she said.

But by the time the train arrived at Borough Hall, less than a five-minute trip from Bowling Green, it no longer seemed like an ordinary scuffle among straphangers. “It pulled up at Borough Hall, and instead of the usual amount of people leaving, getting on, or whatever, all I heard was a sort of scream, and people started panicking and trying to get out the door,” Sumina said. “It was literally a stampede.”

Sumina didn’t witness Groomes drawing the gun, but she did see him carrying it as he followed Drogheo and Evering off the train. “I saw him running with the gun—Willie Groomes—very much looking like a guy that was about to shoot a motherfucker,” she said. “I’m not experienced with that stuff, but he looked angry.” Other witnesses reported seeing Groomes draw the gun while still on the train. According to DNAinfo, “at some point Drogheo put [Groomes] in a bear hug on the platform” but “the former guard managed to free himself and Drogheo fled up a nearby staircase.”

A bystander-shot video, first obtained by CBS, picks up inside the station. Groomes is descending a staircase toward the Manhattan-bound 4 and 5 train tracks—the opposite platform from the train he’d just arrived on. “Yo, OG, don’t shoot him. Don’t shoot him...Put that shit away, OG,” a man shouts, evidently at Groomes, as he goes.

As Groomes nears the bottom of the stairs, a figure standing on the platform below—wearing a black hat, black jacket, and lighter-colored pants—seems to flee, darting away from the foot of the stairs. At this point, the cameraperson retreats to the mezzanine and pans away, and the viewer is treated to a disorienting shot of the mezzanine’s tiled floor.

Seconds later, the camera comes back up to show Groomes ascending the same staircase he’d just descended. At the mezzanine, he approaches a man in a black hat, black jacket over maroon shirt, and lighter-colored pants: Drogheo, who had evidently ascended the staircase on the opposite side of the same mezzanine.

Drogheo takes a small step toward Groomes as he approached. Groomes swings his left hand, making contact with Drogheo’s face, and the two men grapple. Seconds later, the shot goes off at point-blank range, a bystander screams, and the rush-hour crowd goes running. When police arrive, Drogheo is on the floor. He attempts to stand up, stumbles into a wall, and hits the ground again.

Joscelyn Evering was arrested on the scene, charged with menacing and felony assault. Willie Groomes was taken into police custody, questioned, and released without an arrest. Gilbert Drogheo was transported to the Brooklyn Hospital Center, where he was later pronounced dead.

Joscelyn Evering’s version of events, which has been taken up by protesters affiliated with the group Shut It Down NYC, is more charitable toward the younger men than the accounts printed in the papers. “From what Joscelyn and his mother told me, Groomes sort of stumbled onto the train—into him and Gilbert—and Joscelyn, seeing the older black man stumbling in, said, ‘Are you OK, my nigger?’” wrote an activist named Keegan Stephan, who has spoken with Evering and his mother, in an email. “Groomes got enraged by the younger black man calling him ‘nigger.’ I see this as a sort of generational gap around the usage of the word. Groomes began lashing out at them, Gilbert stood up for his friend, and, well, you know the rest.” Phone calls to Paula Livingston, Evering’s mother, were not returned.

The Subway Slaying That Wasn't a Crime

“For Gilbert to talk the shit? I guarantee you—I believe he did that,” Linda Rodriguez said. “Talked all the trash. He’s my son.” She remains skeptical that Gilbert would have initiated a physical fight: “But hitting the man? I doubt it. No.”

In the image provided to Drogheo’s family to identify his body, his face appears bruised; his eyes are darkened; his forehead is swollen; he has a cut on the corner of his mouth. Rodriguez said of the photo: “He died horrible.”


Elizabeth Arroyo grew up a few blocks away from the Bronx apartment where Gilbert Drogheo’s grandmother lived, in Norwood. She met Drogheo through mutual friends when she was 19 and he was 21, and the two began dating.

As a young man, Drogheo was handsome, she said, and “crazy,” in a good way. “We were both young,” she said. “We just had a good time together...when you were with him, you wouldn’t need anything.”

Drogheo was originally from Norwood. He was born in July 1982 and he and his mother lived with his grandmother in the Bronx till the early 1990s, when Linda Rodriguez met and married Junior Maldonado, a handyman and construction worker who lived in Sunset Park, Brooklyn. Mother and son moved in with Maldonado, and Drogheo grew close to him, while still maintaining a bond with his birth father, Gilbert Sr.

Gilbert Sr. died of heart complications in 2004. Maldonado died of natural causes this past February, just a month before the subway shooting.

When Arroyo met Drogheo, she was working at a pharmacy in the Bronx; he was unemployed. Drogheo had dropped out of high school sometime around the 10th grade, and had allegedly begun running afoul of the law several years before that. A source told the New York Post that his first arrest came when he was 12 years old. (The crime was not specified, and I haven’t found any record of such arrest, perhaps because Drogheo was a juvenile.) In 2003, he was shot and injured in Norwood following a dispute over money during a card game.

Months after the two became a couple, in 2004, Drogheo was arrested for a robbery in Brooklyn and sent off to serve a four-year sentence at Gouverneur and Southport correctional facilities. By that point, Arroyo said, she had fallen hard: “He was who I loved, and [being with him] was what I wanted to do. And nobody could tell me different.” They kept in touch; Arroyo visited him in prison, and upon his release in 2008, the pair moved in together in Pelham Bay. Gia, their daughter, was born in June 2009.

The Subway Slaying That Wasn't a Crime

In August 2009, Drogheo was arrested on a number of charges including assault, menacing, and criminal mischief, and sentenced to five days in prison. In 2012, he was imprisoned for a month over a parole violation.

For all his record of trouble, Drogheo’s loved ones—gathered a month and a day after the shooting in Linda Rodriguez’s apartment, watching television and eating breakfast as Drogheo’s uncle Fernando Ressy installed new curtain rods over the windows—recalled him as a charismatic and generous man who returned their love deeply, and who seemed to be learning to settle down.

After Gia’s birth, Arroyo said, the couple broke up and got back together, but even when she and Drogheo weren’t romantically attached, he was “always around,” helping to raise his daughter. They lived together from when Gia was two years old to just before she turned four, when they broke up again and Drogheo moved in with his mother and uncle in Manhattan.

At the time of Drogheo’s death, Arroyo said, they were on the mend, and he was planning on moving back to the Bronx to be with her and Gia. He would ride over to see her for lunch, eating Chinese food with her and heading back to his job as an electrician’s apprentice at a Queens company called Electrical Contracting Solutions when his break was up, Arroyo said: “You came on the train just for me!”

As Arroyo recounted the lunches, sitting in Rodriguez’s living room, Gia—now a round-eyed, gangly five-year-old—tugged at the leaves of a potted plant in the corner. “You having a fun time with my plant?” Rodriguez called from the kitchen. Like a lot of kindergarteners, Gia alternates between periods of shyness and goofy confidence. She likes bacon and eggs, but not toast; Spongebob Squarepants but not Fairly Oddparents. Drogheo used to joke that when Gia grew up and went on her first date, he’d be hiding somewhere close by with a laser gun, ready to spring into action if the date made a wrong move.

“We had plans for our daughter. Plans for her going to college,” Arroyo said. “Now it’s just us.”

She added: “It just makes me so sad that she’s going to grow up, and this is going to be her history. You’re going to be able to look it up on the computer. She’s going to see that that was her dad.”


The Post reported that Drogheo was arrested 23 times in total, a number that Arroyo said is “exaggerated.” It’s not clear how the Post arrived its count. A nationwide search on Nexis and a New York state criminal history search turn up a total of three adult criminal cases against him. The remaining arrests may have failed to bring about criminal charges, or occurred when Drogheo was a juvenile: juvenile records are unavailable to the public under New York law, according to a 2014 report from the Juvenile Law Center.

The third, after the 2004 robbery and the 2008 assault, happened last year. On May 24, during a break in his relationship with Arroyo, he was with another woman in Camden County, New Jersey, and they got into a dispute that may have turned violent. According to the Post, Drogheo punched the woman in the mouth. Police were called. In September, Drogheo pleaded guilty to threatening to kill another person—the other woman, presumably—and was sentenced to two years probation. The sentence was still in effect when he died.

Arroyo bailed Drogheo out after the arrest. She said that she hadn’t known Drogheo to be a violent man—that he might become physical if he were defending her or Gia from someone he felt to be a threat, but “to just be violent, or to hurt me? Absolutely not.”

“Yes, he was wild at a young age,” Arroyo said. “Yes, he did all that. But he was just at the point in his life when he was like, ‘OK, I’m just going to work, come home, watch my sports. Go out on the weekend with my friends, if I have plans, and that’s it.’

“I’ve seen him in all his phases: his crazy phase, his dumb phase. And these last couple of years were like his downtime, you know? He was winding down from that whole young, immature stage.”

“If you thought he was a dickhead, you would always think he was a dickhead, because he would never change. This is who he is,” said his uncle, Ressy. “And if you loved him, you would always love him. He would never change.”

“He could be the toughest guy around outside, but whenever [Gia] was around, he was a big puppy,” Arroyo said. Rodriguez, Drogheo’s mom, chimed in, finishing her de facto daughter-in-law’s sentence. “Big puppy! He’d always be like ‘OK, whatever she wants. Don’t scream at her! Don’t hit her! Don’t do nothing!’”

The Subway Slaying That Wasn't a Crime

At work, Ressy said, Drogheo had been thriving. “His attendance was on point. He was eager. He was so happy that he had a job. Part of society,” Ressy said. “He just needed that chance, and he got that chance, and he saw his life turned around.”

Julio Gutierrez, an electrician at Electrical Contracting Solutions who was in charge of Drogheo’s group, confirmed that Drogheo had gotten two raises in his two years on the job, and that he regularly showed up early: “He was trying really hard to change his life. He was trying to do the best for his daughter and for him. Good worker. Never had a problem with him.”

Gutierrez worked alongside Drogheo on the day of the shooting, and said that while Drogheo wasn’t intoxicated or aggressive when the two men parted ways, it wasn’t entirely surprising to him that his coworker might have had a few drinks and gotten into an altercation before going home. He said that he and Drogheo had been out drinking together in the past, and that on Mondays, Drogheo would sometimes regale him with stories of drunken weekend exploits: “‘Hey, I did this during the weekend. I went here, I went over there, a couple drinks, a couple over here. You know, I was in trouble.’” But Drogheo’s stories were “nothing serious,” he added.


Nothing in Gilbert Drogheo’s 32 years—nor even in the few minutes from Bowling Green to Borough Hall—adds up to an explanation for what happened inside the station on March 10, or for the prosecutor’s decision that followed. How did the confrontation between the armed Willie Groomes and the unarmed Drogheo turn fatal? And why wasn’t Groomes arrested or charged with a crime?

The district attorney’s office released a short statement about its decision not to put Groomes’s case in front of a grand jury, but declined requests for further comment. The statement read:

Following a full and fair investigation into the fatal shooting of Gilbert Drogheo inside the Borough Hall subway station on March 10, 2015 by retired Corrections Officer William Groomes, I have determined that criminal charges are not warranted in this matter.

Based on interviews of multiple eyewitnesses to the events leading up to the shooting, our review of video tapes of the shooting itself and other evidence, I have decided not to put this case into the grand jury and will not bring criminal charges against Mr. Groomes. While the death of this young man was indeed tragic, we cannot prove any charge of homicide beyond a reasonable doubt.

If this is the prosecutor’s last word, it’s oddly incomplete. Groomes did have a permit for his gun, but that’s not the same as a license to shoot. New York’s self-defense law allows for use of deadly force against an assailant only when the defender is under the imminent threat of deadly force himself, said Gregg Pinto, a former Brooklyn assistant district attorney who now operates a private practice. (After Pinto discussed the case in an interview with Gawker the week of the shooting, Arroyo called Pinto to raise the possibility of his representing the family.)

Moreover, unlike in so-called “stand your ground” states like Florida, New York law requires you to retreat before firing your weapon.

Even if it were proven definitively that Drogheo had started the fight on the train, his killing in the station does not appear to meet either provision for self-defense.

Before he reached the stairwell to the Manhattan-bound tracks, where he appears at the start of the video, from the outbound Brooklyn platform where he got off the train, Groomes would have passed two full-height exit turnstiles and an emergency door. Once he descended to the Manhattan platform, Groomes could have taken a short walk to a passageway to the R, 2, and 3 train platforms. If he’d gone the other way, he would have gone past two staircases to a separate mezzanine, and eventually an exit leading to Court and Joralemon Streets.

If Groomes were in fear for his life—though he had a weapon and Drogheo did not—any of those options would have taken him away from the threat. Instead, he reversed course and went back up the stairs to meet Drogheo. Judging by the video, not only was he failing to retreat, he was in active pursuit.

Groomes told detectives that he had intended to perform a citizen’s arrest on Drogheo and Evering. According to Pinto, that extraordinary assertion does little to strengthen a self-defense claim. As a retired jail guard, Groomes is given no special arresting privileges under the law. “The same standard would apply: Did the shooter reasonably fear imminent deadly physical force?” he said. “The answer to that is no.”

Shortly after the shooting, Pinto said that he believed Groomes was not arrested because of a “professional courtesy” extended from the NYPD to their uniformed counterparts in the city’s Department of Correction. “There is a professional courtesy that gets extended to anyone with a badge,” the ex-ADA said. “You’ll never hear the NYPD actually talk about it, but it exists as a sort of unwritten rule... If he was some random guy who didn’t work for the city, he would be sitting in Rikers right now.”

At the time, Pinto believed that Groomes would be indicted eventually—that the “courtesy” would extend only as far as giving the shooter some time outside of a jail cell to see his family and prepare his inevitable defense. This week, Pinto said that he was shocked to learn that Groomes wouldn’t be indicted. He said that the Brooklyn DA’s office routinely brings cases to a grand jury with less substantial evidence against the defendant than it had against Groomes—he called them 50/50 cases, because the evidence could lead a grand jury either way.

But something about Groomes was different. “None of those cases have a big amount of press attention, and none of those are a shooting that occurred yards from the DA’s office, or were committed by somebody who carries a badge,” he said. (The Brooklyn District Attorney’s office sits about two blocks from Borough Hall.)

Pinto said he hesitated to directly attribute the lack of charges to Groomes’s status as a former CO. “I have to think that there’s something more in play if they’re not letting a jury decide,” he added. “I don’t think anyone normally would get this benefit. So there must be some explanation.”

Pinto also pointed to the prosecutor’s use of the word “homicide” in its statement. If the evidence didn’t merit a murder indictment, he asked, what about a lesser charge? “This seems to be one of those examples of something where you may not have the [premeditated] intent, but from the outside, it seems like there’s enough there to support something like manslaughter or criminally negligent homicide.”

He added: “Why not be transparent? They could release information about what they felt the shooter had said that justified the use of force. They really haven’t done any of that.”

In the weeks between her son’s killing and the district attorney’s announcement that the shooter wouldn’t be indicted, Linda Rodriguez called the prosecutor’s office regularly—sometimes every day for days on end. “They keep stalling me. ‘We’ll get back to you, Mrs. Rodriguez,’” she said about a month after the shooting. “They already know me. That’s how much I call.” On many of those calls, Rodriguez said, the office told her nothing.

One hint about prosecutors’ otherwise secretive investigation comes from the one piece of information that Rodriguez says representatives consistently did give her on her phone calls: that they were waiting on the results of a toxicology report on Drogheo’s body, which could confirm or refute witnesses’ claims that he appeared to be drunk.

“What I don’t understand is that even if all that is true—even if the toxicology reports come back and say that he was completely intoxicated—how does that change the video?” Pinto said. “I thought that video was pretty clear, or certainly clear enough to make an arrest, that there was no self-defense, that at the very least it’s a manslaughter case.”


The case of Willie Groomes echoes that of Bernhard Goetz, the Manhattan electrical engineer who in 1984 fired five shots at a group of four teenagers on a downtown 2 train after one of them either asked or demanded that Goetz hand over five dollars. All four young men were seriously injured—one was paralyzed from the waist down—and Goetz, arguing that he believed he was about to be mugged, was found not guilty of all charges except for illegal gun possession.

Still, Goetz was indicted and stood trial, while Groomes will not. Dubbed the Subway Vigilante, Goetz became a New York tabloid fixture and an odd sort of folk hero after the shooting. Graffiti on the FDR Drive screamed Power to the vigilante. New York loves ya!, Time magazine reported in 1985.

Unlike Goetz, Willie Groomes has almost completely avoided the spotlight. Calls to a New York City phone number listed under his name were unreturned, and the New York City Department of Correction, in response to a Freedom of Information Law request for his personnel file as an officer, said it would only release Groomes’s records with his permission. He retired from the department in 1993, after serving for 18 years.

And while the Goetz shootings were a national sensation, public reaction to Drogheo’s death and to the lack of prosecution for Groomes has been muted. The incident did not dominate any news cycles like the killings of Trayvon Martin, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Walter Scott, or Freddie Gray. Despite the shocking video, interest faded quickly; before the news of the non-indictment this week, the most recent news article on the shooting available via Google search dated to March 16, just five days after the incident.

Public protests, when they’ve happened at all, have been small. At an April demonstration that attracted about 20 supporters and at least that many police officers, protesters marched from the Brooklyn criminal courthouse to the district attorney’s office a few blocks away, blowing whistles, chanting slogans, and banging on plates. MJ Williams, an organizer with the group Shut It Down NYC, speculated about why the public hasn’t taken up Drogheo’s case the way it did Eric Garner’s, which saw huge crowds of Shut It Down-affiliated protesters literally shutting down the West Side Highway and Verrazano Bridge.

Partly, Williams said, there’s the fact that Groomes was a retired corrections officer, not an on-duty police officer. His use of lethal force was private, not institutional. There’s also the matter of race: Groomes isn’t the all-too-familiar white man with a gun killing an unarmed black man.

“I don’t know if this comes into play here, but this wasn’t a white-on-black issue,” Williams said. “Will Groomes is African American, at least as far as I can tell from the videotape. But I think that highlights that [law enforcement violence] is not strictly a matter of race; this is a matter of policing against civilians.”

Then there’s Groomes’s age and Drogheo’s criminal record: What sort of lowlife gets into an altercation with an old man on the subway? The Daily News printed Drogheo’s old mugshot, as if he were the perpetrator, not the victim. The Post approvingly published an interview with Goetz, who declared that Drogheo and Evering “were looking for trouble, and they picked the wrong guy.” The Times was predictably more restrained in its coverage, but nonetheless quoted another ex-jail guard who said she understood why Groomes chose to carry a gun: “We work with the garbage of New York. We got to protect ourselves.”

The Subway Slaying That Wasn't a Crime

Arroyo said that she would never read the Daily News again after it ran the mugshot instead of asking the family for a more neutral photo. Rodriguez repeatedly asserted to me that her household was peaceful, and that she was a hardworking woman—as if, after the terror and heartbreak of her son’s death, her entire family was now on public trial. For the record, Rodriguez is a sweet and redoubtable matriarch—the kind of person who insists on cooking you breakfast the first time you meet her, then berates you for not eating it quickly enough.

On Monday, on one of her routine and ordinarily fruitless calls to the prosecutor’s office, she learned that Groomes would not even stand trial. She said that Ken Taub, a deputy district attorney, told her, “Talk to your lawyer. I’m sorry, but we’re not bringing this to the grand jury.”

Rodriguez said that she did not find it shocking that Groomes would walk free, because she believes that the justice system is corrupt, but she was baffled that the case was being thrown out before it even saw a grand jury for a possible indictment. “It was on video. What more could you need?” she asked. “This is injustice. Anybody who has a badge, or you have a license to a gun: If you feel something, it’s OK to shoot somebody. Don’t worry about it. The prosecutor won’t indict you. There’s no crime committed.”

The family is unsure of its next move, if any. Rodriguez maintains hope that the case will somehow gain new life in criminal court, but is open to the idea of a civil lawsuit. Drogheo was killed before he had a chance to make good on his plan to move in with his girlfriend and daughter in the Bronx, and now, Elizabeth and Gia hope to move into his old apartment with Linda and Fernando in Manhattan. In Gilbert’s absence, the already tight-knit family is closing ranks in order to strengthen itself; if they can’t have Gilbert back, they’ll at least have each other close by. “As long as I’m surrounded by them, I feel more. When I’m alone, I kind of lose it. I sit down. I start crying,” Linda said. “I have to constantly keep busy, because if I don’t, I start thinking about my son on the floor.”

She continued: “I still sleep with the phone by me, thinking he’s going to call me,” just as she thought he was calling her on the night of his death. “‘Open up the door. I’m in the front.’ But that’s not going to happen no more.”


Family photos via Elizabeth Arroyo. Contact the author at andy@gawker.com.

Report: Cop in Freddie Gray Case Demanded Arrest of Ex's Husband

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Report: Cop in Freddie Gray Case Demanded Arrest of Ex's Husband

According to a police report obtained by the Guardian, Brian Rice, the most senior Baltimore police officer charged over the death of Freddie Gray, used his position as a lieutenant in the Baltimore Police Department to demand that police in a nearby city arrest his ex-girlfriend’s husband. Earlier reports indicate that Rice had previously threatened to kill his ex-girlfriend and her husband and to commit suicide.

A report filed on March 29 by Westminster police officer Christopher Obst describes Rice arriving at that city’s police headquarters around 3:45 a.m., the Guardian reports. Rice claimed that his ex-girlfriend’s husband Andrew McAleer was violating a court-issued peace order to stay away from his wife—Rice’s ex-girlfriend—Karyn. According to the report, he threatened that “heads will roll” if Westminster officers did not “go arrest” Andrew.

From the Guardian:

Police who visited Karyn McAleer’s home found her mother and sister babysitting her children, who were sleeping. The women told police Andrew was not at the house and had not been for some time, and merely left his car parked at the property. But Rice refused to believe he was not there, according to Obst, insisting incorrectly “he must have ran out the back door”.

Police told Rice to stay out of a court order that did involve him. At the police station, he declined to give identifying information, tried to snatch the court order on the McAleers from the officer’s hands, and tried to leave, declaring his visit a waste of time.

When asked to give his cellphone number, Rice gave a version with one digit altered, according to the officer. Obst wrote that when he found Rice’s true number on a police system and reached him, the Baltimore lieutenant asked “how did you get this number” and “did not admit to giving me a fictitious number”.

“He is in a position of authority, not just in the community, but over the top of other police officers, giving directions and guidance,” Neill Franklin, a former lieutenant colonel in the Baltimore police force, said. “Obviously he’s the one in charge, on the scene where Freddie Gray is arrested so the other officers are definitely going to take his advice and his direction and orders.”

“The questions that need to be posed to the police department is what has been done regarding the evaluation of Lieutenant Rice that leads you to believe that he is stable? Stable enough to be a police officer and stable enough to be a manager within the police department working in patrol.”

Rice, who was charged with manslaughter and two counts of second-degree assault, posted $350,000 bail last week.


Contact the author of this post: brendan.oconnor@gawker.com.

"A Monumental Achievement": Liberia Declared Ebola-Free

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"A Monumental Achievement": Liberia Declared Ebola-Free

On Saturday, the World Health Organization declared Liberia to be free of Ebola, with no new cases in the last 42 days, twice the virus’s maximum incubation period.

“We will celebrate our communities which have taken responsibility and participated in fighting this unknown enemy and finally we’ve crossed the Rubicon,” President Ellen Johnson Sirleaf told the BBC. “Liberia indeed is a happy nation.”

According to The Guardian, the disease has claimed the lives of more than 4,700 Liberians since breaking out in March of last year. From WHO:

Interruption of transmission is a monumental achievement for a country that reported the highest number of deaths in the largest, longest, and most complex outbreak since Ebola first emerged in 1976. At the peak of transmission, which occurred during August and September 2014, the country was reporting from 300 to 400 new cases every week.

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Though the capital city was hardest hit, every one of Liberia’s 15 counties eventually reported cases. At one point, virtually no treatment beds for Ebola patients were available anywhere in the country. With infectious cases and corpses remaining in homes and communities, almost guaranteeing further infections, some expressed concern that the virus might become endemic in Liberia, adding another – and especially severe – permanent threat to health.

“I’m particularly struck by the significant progress we have made as a country and as a people,” Liberia’s Assistant Minister of Health, Tolbert Nyenswah, said on Thursday. “The only caution is that our subregion is not free yet.”

Last week, 18 cases of Ebola were diagnosed in neighboring Ghana and Sierra Leone, 2015’s lowest weekly total, The New York Times reports.

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