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Unpublished notes of George Ferron Morgan

There is a man who has worked here for about forty years, a Jamaican brown who obviously thinks he is white. He is incredibly opinionated. He evidently thinks the paper has deteriorated since the time of de Lisser and he is fighting a stubborn battle to get it back to that style. He considers himself the authority on good English and his manners are atrocious. After working here for forty years he was, up to the time I joined the staff, only a senior reporter. His resentment was very deep. Recently the editor promoted him to the post of assistant editor and he is very pleased because he can now say that he is running the paper. I pity the editor. Scattered through the office are browns holding on to their past status, contemptuous of the young blacks who pack the office, earn large salaries, converse in very harsh patois, and are essentially noncreative. A few of them have been given encouragement by the editor. He has little to choose from. One girl got a First Class Honors at UWI in English and it seems to have killed her manners. At any rate she is not at all attractive. Another (I do not know his background) writes a column occasionally. He cannot write. But he maintains the kind of arrogance which he thinks a columnist should have. He is pathetic. He types at great speed, churning out badly written stuff.