A few days ago the hardworking staff noted the New York Times full-page ad offering new print subscribers a 50% discount for a limited time.
Yesterday the Times got even more plaintive:
On one hand, it’s sad to see the Good Grey Lady rattling the tin cup. On the other, the results will determine the fate of reporting like N.R. Kleinfield’s wrenching report from the Times Sunday edition:
The Girls Who Haven’t Come Home
The last time they took Vernice Hill’s children away, the time they didn’t give them all back, was the afternoon she went to see her neighbor. Ms. Hill lives in a hulking building on East 188th Street, in a frayed neighborhood in the Bronx. It was May 1, 2005.
Inside her apartment, her two little girls, 3 and 6, were napping. Her two teenage boys, Jmapie, 13, and Matthew, 15, were supposed to be tidying up their room. Around noon, Ms. Hill went to catch up with a frail woman she gossiped with. First, she had some beers. A pot of neck bones and kidney beans simmered on the stove.
Ms. Hill figures she was gone at best an hour. (The police report suggested several hours.) Her keys lay inside. When she returned, she banged on the door and got no response. Rather than clean their room, the boys had gone out — Matthew to the park to play basketball and Jmapie downstairs to a friend’s.
Ms. Hill asked her neighbor to call 911. Firefighters and the police came and pried open the door.
When the officers wouldn’t let Ms. Hill in, she got cross. The police report quoted her as saying, “If you want my kids, take them,” and then punctuating that with a vulgarity.
The rest is just totally sad.
People, you need to pay for that kind of coverage.