A name that kept popping up in these stories is Eugene S. Robinson
, a longtime Ozy
employee who was fired in the months before the site fell apart in a very public fashion.
Eventually Robinson, a veteran musician and creative force in his own right, lost his job essentially because he ran a personal Substack at a time literally every writer on the internet had a personal Substack, and fittingly, he wrote the coda of this whole saga
on said Substack, in a post titled “OZY Rules: The House Negro Gets It in the End.” The key lines:
You know I’ve had many bosses over my life but I’ve only had one boss who looked like me, and curiously, this was the worst boss I ever had. In fact some of the African American employees felt that there were two OZY’s. The white OZY and the Black OZY, where like America, employees were treated worse.
The great thing about America though has to do with the mechanics of the melting pot since by the end everyone there was treated like shit. Good, decent people struggling to do a difficult job under the worst circumstances while the CEO and the COO recklessly ran a game so audacious that the story has drawn almost immediate film interest.
In a year when a whole lot of people said no to crappy bosses as a part of the Great Resignation, Robinson (who has a book about street-fighting to his name
) was set up to throw an uppercut by circumstance and a media ecosystem that suddenly was ready to notice his talents, and he didn’t miss.
is nominally still around
, despite the Goldman Sachs drama and the lawsuits that ensued. But as an entity that people should take seriously, it’s finished. Robinson, who worked long hours for years and saw numerous creative opportunities extinguished in favor of soul-sucking busywork and never-ending interview shows hosted by his former boss, got the last word.
And fittingly, he wins this award. How could he not?
Anyway, see you in 2022.