When Contempt Enters the Room
As I interviewed George, I heard all the right things. But his voice and body language told a different story. Every time he said the right thing, there was a slight edge in his tone when certain names came up. A pause before responding that was half a beat too long. A way of quoting other people’s ideas that landed as a dismissal of those ideas. A slight raising of the eyebrow when he described a peer’s impact.
Underneath all of it was contempt. Unadulterated contempt.
I had to name it. And naming it out loud, with George sitting across from me, opened something that months of careful conversation had not. What followed was not unusual. What was unusual is that we finally went there.
