Radio, TV and that Damned Media

The Hard Lie: It’s A Rap

We do have closure, right?

Like you, I listened to The Hardline discuss my story and Greggo yesterday afternoon.

It’s impossible to tie a pretty bow on it all because it remains an ugly situation. But, one way or another, we gotta wrap it up and move on.

As a long-time P1 and an objective observer, my final analysis:

Williams, admittedly, deserves 99.9% of the blame. His reckless, selfish actions imploded The Hardline, his career and, almost, his life. Professionally, his former co-workers have every right to turn on him. They’re justified in not ever again trusting him. But privately – as friends for almost 20 years – The Ticket’s collective lack of empathy is confounding, if not altogether appalling. I don’t expect them to jump into business with Greggo or let him manage their 401Ks, but I’d have a lot more respect for them if they would’ve temporarily shelved their animosity and taken five minutes to send him a simple message. Something along the lines of “Good luck with your recovery. Hang in there. I’m pulling for you.” I think most of the hosts feel that way, and someday they’ll realize that not airing those sentiments – either through my story or private phone call – was a mistake.

Two wrongs don’t make a right. They just make us all sad. For everybody involved. -- Richie Whitt