I think so. For example, have you tried your hand at
editorials?"
"Yes."
"Successfully?"
"As far as I've gone."
"Then you are in accord with the editorial policy of The Ledger?"
"Not in everything."
"In its underlying, unexpressed, and immanent theory that this country
can best be managed by an aristocracy, a chosen few, working under the
guise of democracy?"
"No; I don't believe that, of course."
"I do, as it happens. But I fail to see how Christian Banneker's son and
_eleve_ could. Yet you write editorials for The Ledger."
"Not on those topics."
"Have you never had your editorials altered or cut or amended, in such
manner as to give a side-slant toward the paper's editorial fetiches?"
Again and most uncomfortably Banneker felt his color change. "Yes; I
have," he admitted.
"What did you do?"
"What could I do? The Chief controls the editorial page."
"You might have stopped writing for it."
"I needed the money. No; that isn't true. More than the money, I wanted
the practice and the knowledge that I could write editorials if I wished
to."
"Are you thinking of going on the editorial side?"
"God forbid!" cried Banneker.
"Unwilling to deal in other men's ideas, eh? Well, Mr. Banneker, you
have plenty of troubles before you.
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