So, by now, all of you know about the lovely couple that’s made my fair city proud once again by rather haphazardly pointing weapons at a crowd of peaceful protesters who had the audacity to pass through the open and undamaged gate into their oasis-like enclave of a street and march in the vicinity of their humble home on the way to see the mayor, right? Along the way, did you perhaps get the impression that their statement, released through their phenom of an attorney, to affirm their support of the “Black Lives Matters [sic] movement” was, at the very least, a surprising turn of events?
Well, this may shock you, but it apparently turns out that they weren’t always so “woke,” as “modern slang” would have it. Not hardly.
Per The St. Louis American, the local Black weekly, the couple was hiring a live-in nanny for their daughter back in the mid-’90s or so and, in addition to the standard requirements of keeping the then-toddler-ish girl fed, bathed and educationally stimulated, as well as dealing with the maintenance and security issues characteristic of a “Midwestern palazzo,” also seemed to have some rather, uh, specific ones, as laid out in a job description provided by someone who applied for the position and ultimately didn’t get it, but ending up holding on to the document as a memento because she just couldn’t fucking believe it.
The full document’s available as a PDF with the article, but here are some choice excerpts:
The “Euclid” here refers to Euclid Avenue, which is quite tony in the parts within the surrounding Central West End (“CWE”) neighborhood of St. Louis. But, as Chris King explains in the American:
Portland Place, where the McCloskeys live, is seven blocks south of Delmar Boulevard, the notorious Delmar Divide between white south and black north St. Louis. It also is just inside the City of St. Louis limits, two miles east of the whiter St. Louis County. The McCloskeys were telling their nanny to keep their daughter away from the blacker areas of the city, according to the document. Euclid Avenue, however, which is one block east, is “okay,” presumably because it is lined with restaurants and shops.
Here’s the kicker, though:
So, yeah, the McCloskeys are denying the authenticity of the document, and their attorney’s calling it “a hit job.” And to play devils’ advocate here (no pun necessarily intended, but no pun necessarily unintended, either), my own definition of “alternative” 25 years ago probably would’ve extended only about as far as the music that was still being played on MTV and 105.7 The Point at the time. But I dunno — something tells me that a couple who’s spent decades trying to make their home look hundreds of years older than it actually is (even if the era they’re going for happens to be the Renaissance) may just be a bit . . . you know . . . stuck in their ways.