Article 11 of the United States’ Declaration of Human Rights states: “Everyone charged with a penal offence has the right to be presumed innocent until proved guiltyaccording to law in a public trial at which he has had all the guarantees necessary for his defense”
This applies to all U.S. citizens accused of a crime–unless of course, the #MeToo movement is doing the accusing. Then you’re unequivocally guilty from the very instant they turn their eyes on you. Now we have miss E. Jean Carroll and her accusation that President Trump raped her in a department store twenty-two years ago. Now we have every liberal newspaper from the New York Times to the Washington Post to bored feminists tweeting from their couches as their faces redden–now we have all these people, these wagging fingers, these pitchfork and torches mobs, screeching bloody terror into the air that Ms. Carroll’s story is not getting enough press; specifically that the Times didn’t blast it all over their front page.
And NOW we have NY Times’ Executive Editor Dean Banquet, who apparently is nothing more than a position-less boob who jumps, sings, and dances at the slightest behest from the mob. Here’s a quote:
In a Times piece covering its own coverage, Baquet said the paper’s placement of the story undermined its assessment that Carroll’s charges “will likely reignite the discussion over the president’s treatment of women and the assault allegations that have been raised against him.” The Times editor all but apologized for this institutional malfunction. “We were overly cautious,” Baquet said. “We were playing by rules that didn’t quite apply.”
You mean the rules by which you operated during your coverage of Harvey Weinstein and Bill O’Reilly, where the Times actually went out a found independent sources to corroborate the accuser’s account? You mean those rules?
It should be stated that the Times made no attempt to corroborate Ms. Carroll’s accusations with any independent or outside sources.
America today, it has shown, no longer has an appetite for innocence. We dine exclusively now, on guilt.