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Do you think he genuinely believed his confabulations? Like the Saville Row shop staff applauding him?
From the end of the last thread, @zcfthc5 Not sure if that was the source they were citing but am pretty sure this is the most recently available gov.uk-published data on entry into higher ed. Note: as it comes from UCAS, it excludes Scotland.
www.ethnicity-facts-figures.service.gov.uk
2025’s available at UCAS but gov.uk don’t seem to have published it/updated with it
https://www.ucas.com/data-and-analy...ndergraduate-end-of-cycle-data-resources-2025
Entry rates into higher education
Students from the Chinese ethnic group had the highest entry rate into higher education in every year from 2006 to 2024.
https://www.ucas.com/data-and-analy...ndergraduate-end-of-cycle-data-resources-2025
One true narcissist I encountered a few years back was convinced that the lies she told should be accepted by all, the life she described is what she believed was entitled to, but I think she knew to a degree that they where not wholly true, unless of course people believed her then it seemed to make it true to her.
Her truth came with the validation of the lies.
I suspect he felt similar.
The moment we are born, our fate is sealed. Death is inevitable. A life isn't measured by length, years are not fungible, a year in my life is not a year in your life. I'm in my mid 30s and I have long since made peace with my inevitable demise, I could die tomorrow and I wouldn't mind, I've lived a very long life that I am grateful for. For others, the thought of dying in their 30s is unthinkable, their life hasn't even begun, they have another hundred years of things to do, places to go, people to see, love to give.
Jason lived a life on top, the youngest black professor at Cambridge, a book deal, he was living in rarefied air. He wasn't breathing that air from the top of a mountain, though, he was standing on a tower of milk crates. Each crate of lies made the tower even more unstable. He knew that. Every day he knew that his life as he knew it was on borrowed time. Long before the front page news and the social media buzz, he knew that someday it must end. Maybe he had reckoned with this, maybe he made peace with this, maybe he knew that he couldn't live as Jason Arday the disgraced fraud once the myth of Jason Arday the groundbreaking academic shattered.
I hate the discourse around Jason being driven to his death or even more disgusting the idea that he was lynched. We don't know how Jason felt or what Jason wanted. Maybe this was how he wanted things to end? Maybe he had made peace with how he would deal with his inevitable downfall. Maybe he wasn't prepared to pay for 10 years on top with 40 years of shame. Maybe, he reasoned, he was ready to pay for a few years on top with his remaining few decades of breathing.
Death is hardest for the living. Every day we must reckon with our mortality, leaving our family and friends behind, every death of someone we know, whether personally or through some pixels on a screen, confronts us. The people outraged about Jason being driven to his death aren't really upset about what happened to Jason, in fact, they may not even care at all, but they are struggling with their own mortality. What if they were outed in the press for a mistake they make? What if their loved ones were? How would they handle it? Are they just one news cycle away from death?
I can't speak for Jason, maybe in his final moments he felt that the entire world was demanding his death, maybe he wanted desperately to live but saw no way to continue... we don't know, we can't presume to know. That said, I'd be pretty irate if I killed myself tomorrow following a press exposé on some dumb things I did, and every think piece author was blaming the people who clowned me in the reddit comments for my death. Uh, no, the hypothetical me ended my life because I'm happy with my lot, and 50 years living with the fallout of my mistakes doesn't sound fun.
We can be sad that a man is dead, we can be sad for his family and friends, we can look at how we treated the story and consider whether we should have handled it differently, but to say that we are responsible for his death, that we killed him, that we lynched him is to rob him of his agency. I'm sure at this very moment, Jason is living his best afterlife, perhaps plagiarising for his latest submission to Cambridge Journals' Politics and the Afterlife Sciences, What Do We Know About Suicide Amongst Disgraced Black Academics in UK Higher Education? or perhaps regaling the other ghosts with stories about the time he won the world cup for England in 1966 by scoring a goal from the stands, or the medication he invented to cure racism, or the billions of people who followed Ardayism, so on and so forth.
And for the record, if I kill myself after being outed for professional misconduct and someone makes a GoFundMe, I'll be haunting them relentlessly. Likewise, think piece writers blaming anyone but me for my choice, their papers and pens will be mysteriously blowing off their desks for many years to come. Let me rest in peace, buried beneath the mess I created.
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Jason lived a life on top, the youngest black professor at Cambridge, a book deal, he was living in rarefied air. He wasn't breathing that air from the top of a mountain, though, he was standing on a tower of milk crates. Each crate of lies made the tower even more unstable. He knew that. Every day he knew that his life as he knew it was on borrowed time. Long before the front page news and the social media buzz, he knew that someday it must end. Maybe he had reckoned with this, maybe he made peace with this, maybe he knew that he couldn't live as Jason Arday the disgraced fraud once the myth of Jason Arday the groundbreaking academic shattered.
I hate the discourse around Jason being driven to his death or even more disgusting the idea that he was lynched. We don't know how Jason felt or what Jason wanted. Maybe this was how he wanted things to end? Maybe he had made peace with how he would deal with his inevitable downfall. Maybe he wasn't prepared to pay for 10 years on top with 40 years of shame. Maybe, he reasoned, he was ready to pay for a few years on top with his remaining few decades of breathing.
Death is hardest for the living. Every day we must reckon with our mortality, leaving our family and friends behind, every death of someone we know, whether personally or through some pixels on a screen, confronts us. The people outraged about Jason being driven to his death aren't really upset about what happened to Jason, in fact, they may not even care at all, but they are struggling with their own mortality. What if they were outed in the press for a mistake they make? What if their loved ones were? How would they handle it? Are they just one news cycle away from death?
I can't speak for Jason, maybe in his final moments he felt that the entire world was demanding his death, maybe he wanted desperately to live but saw no way to continue... we don't know, we can't presume to know. That said, I'd be pretty irate if I killed myself tomorrow following a press exposé on some dumb things I did, and every think piece author was blaming the people who clowned me in the reddit comments for my death. Uh, no, the hypothetical me ended my life because I'm happy with my lot, and 50 years living with the fallout of my mistakes doesn't sound fun.
We can be sad that a man is dead, we can be sad for his family and friends, we can look at how we treated the story and consider whether we should have handled it differently, but to say that we are responsible for his death, that we killed him, that we lynched him is to rob him of his agency. I'm sure at this very moment, Jason is living his best afterlife, perhaps plagiarising for his latest submission to Cambridge Journals' Politics and the Afterlife Sciences, What Do We Know About Suicide Amongst Disgraced Black Academics in UK Higher Education? or perhaps regaling the other ghosts with stories about the time he won the world cup for England in 1966 by scoring a goal from the stands, or the medication he invented to cure racism, or the billions of people who followed Ardayism, so on and so forth.
And for the record, if I kill myself after being outed for professional misconduct and someone makes a GoFundMe, I'll be haunting them relentlessly. Likewise, think piece writers blaming anyone but me for my choice, their papers and pens will be mysteriously blowing off their desks for many years to come. Let me rest in peace, buried beneath the mess I created.
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It’s not even just that, it’s that he must have genuinely believed people would find everything he wore, every bus and train he ever got on and off, any music he ever listened to, all the films and tv he watched and liked, the takeaway food he ate, that his mum’s mum is his gran, every ‘pivotal’ conversation and every inconsequential happening, and every single mundane detail of his (let’s face it, in the telling, for the most part incredibly shallow) life told in great minutiae…interesting? inspiring? what, exactly?
Like, he had the incredible opportunity to tell his story, wasn’t even bound or bothered by the distinction between fiction and non-fiction, and this is what he managed to come up with?
He had the chance to blow everyone out the water by being a fantastic Professor to his students and have hoards defending him from over the years, saying what he'd done for them etc.
Sadly this seems to be far from the case, and he preferred to just go on any press tour, award ceremony and ribbon cutting going. Taking all the credit for absolutely nothing.
I hate to use the term Orwellian, but if those at the protest had their way, history would be re-written right before our eyes. And let's face it, in this climate it's probably going that way.
Sadly this seems to be far from the case, and he preferred to just go on any press tour, award ceremony and ribbon cutting going. Taking all the credit for absolutely nothing.
I hate to use the term Orwellian, but if those at the protest had their way, history would be re-written right before our eyes. And let's face it, in this climate it's probably going that way.
Another thing that came up in the YouTube video I posted on the last thread, with Camilla Tominey and Jacob Reese Mogg, was him mentioning that Harvard University having a well established racist admissions policy, where it positively discriminated against Chinese, Indians and Jews because they did too well, and this was to meet their quotas to help certain minorities.From the end of the last thread, @zcfthc5 Not sure if that was the source they were citing but am pretty sure this is the most recently available gov.uk-published data on entry into higher ed. Note: as it comes from UCAS, it excludes Scotland. View attachment 4093945
2025’s available at UCAS but gov.uk don’t seem to have published it/updated with itEntry rates into higher education
Students from the Chinese ethnic group had the highest entry rate into higher education in every year from 2006 to 2024.
https://www.ucas.com/data-and-analy...ndergraduate-end-of-cycle-data-resources-2025
This is as wrong as it sounds. Nothing about this is advancing society. Think of all that natural talent and intellect being wasted.
Someone on here yesterday posted an Amazon review by David Harris of one of Arday’s ‘books’ - and he put book in quotation marks because apparently it was only 90 pages long, which makes me wonder - how many pages is this memoir because I wouldn’t be surprised if he has really indulged himself and it’s biblical.It’s not even just that, it’s that he must have genuinely believed people would find everything he wore, every bus and train he ever got on and off, any music he ever listened to, all the films and tv he watched and liked, the takeaway food he ate, that his mum’s mum is his gran, every ‘pivotal’ conversation and every inconsequential happening, and every single mundane detail of his (let’s face it, in the telling, for the most part incredibly shallow) life told in great minutiae…interesting? inspiring? what, exactly?
Like, he had the incredible opportunity to tell his story, wasn’t even bound or bothered by the distinction between fiction and non-fiction, and this is what he managed to come up with?
This is what I'll never understand with some people including JA.
The absolute lack of modesty. Or the cringe factor. Maybe staff did applaud him (doubtful) but who would report that without realising how utterly nauseating it sounds?
Public approval/attention seems to be their main driving factor. People either in awe or fuming at their success is so important to them. No chance of them just quietly and happily getting on with things like most people. All their achievements have to be widely acknowledged.
I cannot be believe true happiness and contentment is possible with that mind set.
If you ever go into a high end clothes shop or bespoke Taylor’s you do get very personal service and encouragement when an outfit looks good, but it’s not some all staff come out and cheer bull.
It’s 260 pages (including Prologue), with an additional 5 1/4 page Epilogue, 2 1/2 pages of acknowledgments and topped off with the one-page The Great and Unfortunate Things Playlist on page 271.
He’s over 200 pages of chatting rit about his (many times) predicted future greatness, sainted Ma, Rocky, Neighbours, Home and Away, buses, trains, snooker, football, karaoke, and his ‘quirky’ tastes in the guitar music of obscure 1990s northwest combo Oasis and ‘tailoring’ before he even starts on his academic career. He starts his PhD and ‘life as a university lecturer’ on page 204.
I can see him being all awkward and proud and telling them, and really they'd have no choice but to congratulate him.
@Valiofthedolls csm confirm how long it is as she has a copy
I read this earlier:
This whole story is ridiculous and sad in equal measures. It’s crazy that someone so incompetent and ill equipped was elevated to the highest levels In academia. But it’s awful too that someone so clearly mentally unwell was put in that position. I’ve been watching videos of him speaking this evening and there is very clearly something ‘off‘. All I can conclude is that everyone had something to gain from propelling him on, even if it wasn’t in Jason’s best interests. His family and friends for cash and kudos, the universities for DEI points. But no one stopped to think about the weight of his fairytales crashing down as they were bound to eventually.
Poor sod. And his poor, poor kids, growing up with a fantasising dad who is now going to be mythologised. Their truth and stories will be completely ignored.
I read this earlier:
This whole story is ridiculous and sad in equal measures. It’s crazy that someone so incompetent and ill equipped was elevated to the highest levels In academia. But it’s awful too that someone so clearly mentally unwell was put in that position. I’ve been watching videos of him speaking this evening and there is very clearly something ‘off‘. All I can conclude is that everyone had something to gain from propelling him on, even if it wasn’t in Jason’s best interests. His family and friends for cash and kudos, the universities for DEI points. But no one stopped to think about the weight of his fairytales crashing down as they were bound to eventually.
Poor sod. And his poor, poor kids, growing up with a fantasising dad who is now going to be mythologised. Their truth and stories will be completely ignored.
It feels very strange now. I think what's now feeling particularly weird is after all the press attention and Discourse, there is now a second wave of press attention and Discourse about the first wave of press attention and Discourse.
This is his interview with Krishnan Guru-Murthy:
At 7:25, he says "I don't have any skill. But what I do have is an indomnitable will." Jeez. You can even see his eyes look so... haunted? dead? after he says he has no skill. Then he puts the mask on again and starts being animated once again.
At 7:25, he says "I don't have any skill. But what I do have is an indomnitable will." Jeez. You can even see his eyes look so... haunted? dead? after he says he has no skill. Then he puts the mask on again and starts being animated once again.
They are not looking back in anger.