Min. Paul Scott
As the spotlight beamed down on my face, I could hear the producer counting down. Ten seconds to Armageddon; my first encounter with Fox New's epitome of evil, Sean Hannity. As I sat there waiting for the big showdown, I asked myself,
"What's a militant, Afrocentric, radical dude, like me, doing in a place like this?"
It started off on a whim. I had watched Hannity and Colmes a few times and developed a strong dislike (OK, bitter hatred) for Sean Hannity before he even opened his mouth. (Something about that permanent smirk on his face makes me wanna slap him.) So, one morning in 2002, I called ABC radio and asked to speak with the producer of his talk show.
"Hold on," the receptionist said. "Too easy," I thought. "She must be new."
I was expecting to talk to an answering machine but, to my surprise, someone picked up the receiver!
Being a seasoned community activist, I knew the drill. You get 10 good seconds to pitch a story idea before a snooty producer, who is up against a deadline, rudely cuts you off midstream and tells you to fax him your info at (212) 555 -"click..." So, before the producer guy could finish saying hello, I had already given him my entire bio.
"Good, no click, yet. Now for the story pitch..."
"I wanna tell Sean Hannity, that Jesus was black !"
After a second of awkward silence, the producer said that he liked the idea and would get back with me soon.
I told myself that I wouldn't hold my breath.
Two weeks later, the phone rang. It was a producer from the Hannity and Colmes tv show who had run across my info. She wanted me on the show that night.
"Let me check my schedule," I said, pausing to shadow box with the giant poster of Sean Hannity with scripto horns drawn on his head that hangs on my living room wall.
"Cool." Ready for prime time.
A few hours later, I was rollin' through the 'hood in an expensive town car with a white chauffeur, courtesy of Rupert Murdock on my way to some secret Fox News bat cave satellite studio.