Radio doesn’t just make you stop and think, it makes you stop and feel.
Radiolab’s Jad Abumrad in the best public radio pledge pitch I’ve ever heard
I don’t view it as my job to fight racism so as to save you from it. That would be paternalistic and would imply that you aren’t–or that black folks generally aren’t–capable of liberating yourselves from white supremacy. I think you are, though I think it might be a bit easier if you have some internal resistance from whites like myself. But that’s neither here nor there. I fight racism because racism is evil, and I don’t want to contribute to, or collaborate with, evil. I fight it because it’s a sickness in my community, and I’m trying to save myself from it.
Tim Wise, from White Like Me
The best stations, among them WNYC in New York, Minnesota Public Radio and Oregon Public Broadcasting, pursued their local obligations aggressively and creatively, but too many public stations covered little or no local news.
Leonard Downie Jr. and and Robert G. Kaiser, from an Op-Ed
in the Washington Post about how NPR should move forward
As somebody who works in public radio, it is killing me that people on the right are going around trying to basically rebrand us, saying that it’s biased news, it’s - it’s, you know, it’s left wing news, when I feel like anybody who listens to the shows knows that it’s not. And we are not fighting back. We’re not saying anything back. I find it completely annoying and, and I don’t understand it… I would say go through, you know, this morning’s Morning Edition and find me even a sentence that smells like political bias to you. Like, like, find one.
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious—the knowledge of the existence of something unfathomable to us…
Another friend of mine named Lars sets his clocks a full hour early (“Lars Standard Time”) because otherwise he never leaves enough time for things.
…the core of NPR’s mission: powerful journalism in the public interest.
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
In a family as unchurched as ours there was only one sacred story, and that was the one we told ourselves every day, the one about work and property and ownership, which is sad. We had lost track of stories like the one which tells us the world is to be cherished as if it exists inside our own skin. We were heedless people in a new country; we came and went in a couple of generations. But we plowed a lot of ground while we were here.