Unpromoted Crimson Editor Burns Bridges, Collects Ashes, Re-Burns Them; Then Packs Ash Ashes Into Payload of Nuclear Warhead and Hurls Into Sun

The editorial board has proven to be an excluding, cliqued organization that stands commensurate with as final clubs, all while criticizing those same clubs with a hypocrisy that would startle Mark Foley.
So a Harvard sophomore wasn’t elected to serve another year on the editorial board of the Crimson, and he is just a touch unhappy about it. In a 1,183-word letter of resignation emailed to Crim president Will Marra and the entire board, this kid unloads on pretty much everyone, from the mortals who dared edit his pristine copy to the editors who made the “baffling” decision not to keep him aboard.
On a more personal note, I ask these same incompetent or undedicated peers, who would be editing and evaluating my signed pieces and my layout work next semester if I do not resign: Who are you to judge the quality of my work, when I was the one often cleaning up after your sloppy content and making so many solid contributions to the board this semester?
Yes, I have “weaknesses.” I can imagine being criticized during deliberations for not always being the most fluid elocutionist and for not being able to “think on my feet.” No, especially not after running on my feet, dressed up, to the board-wide shoot interview from Cabot to Dunster for 30 minutes in the pouring rain. Or going to a schmooze after getting zero sleep the previous night because I was working in The Crimson (how ironic) and had two midterms that week.
The entire rant-tastic missive is after the jump. Baby, this is Harvard! You expected to be judged on your merits?
UPDATE: After some published soul-searching, we’ve redacted this kid’s name.
From: [redacted]
Date: Nov 19, 2006 7:52 PM
Subject: [Editorial-l] A letter of resignation
To: [editorial-l list]
To The Crimson Editorial Board:
I am officially resigning as an editor of The Crimson editorial board.
Now before you pigeonhole me as yet another victim of the claws of the
“Turkey Shoot,” let me tell you that my frustrations are about so much
more. The editorial board has proven to be an excluding, cliqued
organization that stands commensurate with as final clubs, all while
criticizing those same clubs with a hypocrisy that would startle Mark
Foley. I loathe the next time the board speaks of meritocracies, because
the board is anything but one.
Since I was elected last spring, I have busted my balls for the board,
to the point of making sacrifices in my academic work and social life.
For some weeks I have even been in the building more than 40 hours. From
writing staff editorials during finals week last year to serving as
editorial night editor for numerous ungodly news-board-worthy hours this
semester, I can righteously say that “the editorial board has been my life.”
But during my time on the board, I’ve found myself often not called on
during staff meetings without resorting to rude interruption (while
others get *asked* if they have an opinion about the issue under
discussion or are repeatedly called upon to speak), left out during
board dinners and happy hours, and generally excluded from board
activities by the fall 2005 comp-class Eliot/Winthrop clique and those
currently in the board leadership who have been courted to their favor.
I’m now rarely at any happy hour, because the few happy hours I did go
to have only left me feeling further excluded by the status quo. They
are anything but “happy” for me. And from speaking with other elected
editors from my comp class who have become less active with the board,
they feel the same way-a general sense of alienation from the
“establishment.”
Nor has the work I have done for the board been of shoddy quality. Quite
the opposite, if you ask any exec which I’ve worked closely with during
layout, they can attest to the fact that I do one of the most meticulous
jobs with proofing and laying out the page. These same execs can attest
to my strong writing ability as well: With few exceptions, I have always
turned in excellent staff editorials and signed pieces which were
carefully researched, edited, and fact-checked.
It’s appalling and disgusting how many times I’ve been at staff meeting,
and no one wants to write the staff editorials that have just been
passed (except for the weeks leading into the shoot when everyone wants
to demonstrate their “dedication”). I see some people chosen for the
134th Guard, without naming names, who have not written a single signed
piece this entire semester and barely any staff editorials. I see other
people chosen as execs who turn in content with quality so atrocious,
that each time I’m in the office doing layout, I hear the current execs
profane their work (e.g. “This staff editorial is so fucking bad”). What
does it mean for our future for people to be chosen as content-editing
execs who can’t turn in one coherent piece that isn’t riddled with
factual errors, syntactical and stylistic gaffes, and logical fallacies,
or who haven’t made any substantive contributions to the board as far as
I can see?
(Of course, this doesn’t apply to all of the associate execs of the
134th Guard. Some of you do genuinely deserve your position, even though
almost all of you are from the Eliot/Winthrop clique. Nor does this
apply to either AMG or DMT.)
And on a more personal note, I ask these same incompetent or undedicated
peers, who would be editing and evaluating my signed pieces and my
layout work next semester if I do not resign: Who are you to judge the
quality of my work, when I was the one often cleaning up after your
sloppy content and making so many solid contributions to the board this
semester?
Yes, I have “weaknesses.” I can imagine being criticized during
deliberations for not always being the most fluid elocutionist and for
not being able to “think on my feet.” No, especially not after running
on my feet, dressed up, to the board-wide shoot interview from Cabot to
Dunster for 30 minutes in the pouring rain. Or going to a schmooze after
getting zero sleep the previous night because I was working in The
Crimson (how ironic) and had two midterms that week.
But if I am to be judged on the same terms as a final club “punch”
would, then God help me. I wasn’t shooting for President of The Crimson.
I wouldn’t make a good president. Office politics is not my forte. I was
shooting for associate editorial executive, a position with
solicitation, content-editing, and layout responsibilities. These are
things I can do very competently, and I have a demonstrable track record
to prove that I am willing to put the time into doing them and doing
them well. This record is something that no amount of “schmoozing” can
erase or build.
Even more baffling is that one outgoing executive even told me at the
beginning of the shoot that there would be no set number of executives
selected. I quote, “If we think you deserve to be an associate, you will
be.” Now I ask, what could I have possibly done more, substantively, for
the board, short of dropping out of my classes and becoming full-time
volunteer staff, to merit a position as a layout and content-editing
executive, if I am not even being judged in comparison with my peers?
And so here’s my question to all the outgoing execs who thought me
unworthy: You’ve hurt me and taken my passion for journalism and The
Crimson and stepped on it. Why?
I will be coming in for my last layout assist with DMT after dinner
today, a person who is one of the hardest and fairest workers on the
board. It’s truly a pity that I cannot say the same for all the other
people chosen as the 134th Guard, some of whom have been chosen more for
their social status, personal flair, and “schmoozing” (on so many
levels) over their dedication to the board and their editing ability.
And it’s truly a pity that the strongest bastion of journalism on campus
is driven so much by this kind of farcical inertia.
I’m sorry for having to write this letter. But as vindictive as this
letter has sounded, some things just have to be said the hard way. I may
just have driven myself further down a path of social alienation, but it
couldn’t really be much worse than the alienation with which I have been
tacitly greeted by some at the board already, far before the shoot
process began, right?
Goodbye,
[redacted]
P.S. This letter is not addressed categorically to every editor and
executive on the board, many of whom I have sincerely enjoyed working
with and whom I deeply respect. You all know who you are. Please keep
the old sheet flying!
UPDATE: After some published soul-searching, we’ve redacted this kid’s name.
