I saw a post on Reddit that said that “The underlying purpose of AI is to allow wealth to access skill while removing from the skilled the ability to access wealth.” And I don’t think I’ve ever seen AI described so incisively.

I want to give you guys some facts about General Chappie James. He wasn’t a “DEI” hire—he was a complete badass that had to overcome MORE than any white pilot. Did 178 combat missions—that’s like 7 bomber tours on a B-17 in WWII. His medal count? Impeccable. 3 Distinguished Flying Crosses, 14 Air Medals, Two Legions of Merit, and a Defense Distinguished Service Medal. One of the original Tuskegee Airmen, the first four-star African American General. Hegseth couldn’t sniff the level of soldiering and warrior that was in Chappie’s DNA. God bless him. And Hegseth took down his picture from a hallway like a racist little child, which is what he is.

Signing copies of my book Doppelgänger at Jezca Art Foundation Timisoara 🙏🙏

Just published online and open access @TheBJPsych Towards a feminist psychiatry | BJPsych Bulletin | Cambridge Core - cup.org/4v5Muxl

My brilliant friend @bbclysedoucet has won the Women’s Prize for non-fiction. I am bursting with pride and excitement! Her book ‘The Finest Hotel in Kabul’ is wonderful. share.google/aU9Uzr3R3auTrzS…

World-leading professors. A UK-wide lecture tour. A long-standing RSM tradition. 🗺️The RSM's 50 specialist sections bring world-class medical education to healthcare professionals across every specialty and they don't just do it in London. Dr Ryan Cheong, Honorary Secretary of the RSM Laryngology and Rhinology Section, shares what made the recent tour so memorable — from cutting-edge research and world-class faculty to the connections with colleagues whilst travelling across the UK. Watch his story 🎥 Interested in joining our global community? ▶️ bit.ly/4gGjgi2 #MedicalEducation #HealthcareEducation #MedEd #ENT #Laryngology #Rhinology #HealthcareProfessionals #MedicalResearch

We’re delighted to announce that Professor Nandini Chakraborty has been elected as the next Dean of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, after a ballot with a turnout of 21.1% and a total of 3,674 votes cast. The position of Dean is one of the most senior roles in the College and plays a significant part in our efforts to ensure our workforce meets the needs of communities across the UK. The Dean also provides strategic leadership on psychiatric training and supports the development of a valued and sustainable workforce. Professor Chakraborty will take up her post at the AGM on 16 June, succeeding Professor Subodh Dave who was elected the College’s next President in April.

If you stay in a specialty long enough, you are at risk of being called a historian of that subject. And it may be true that a sustained, unyielding gaze on a subject provides a body of remarkable insights that won’t fall on someone who cares less. The first time someone called me a music historian, I was shocked, and my face literally changed, partly because I had initially considered the use of the word "historian" flippant. But upon further reflection and examination, I have accepted, even warmed up to, the description. Yes, I am a music historian. I am the guy who dreams of Ojoge Daniel. Struck by a Tunde Nightingale falsetto mid-stride. I have danced to SE Rogie in the shower, a hazard I am happy to live with. Yes, I buy rare, expensive Theophilus Iwalokun LPs on Discogs. And, no regrets. Growing up as a lover of music, I was preoccupied with how to shape my life in service of what I love. This is why those who knew me 20 years ago can tell that nothing has changed, except the quality of my prose. I am the same guy, that guy who loves music.

A World Cup referee, selected by FIFA @FIFAWorldCup and holding the right visa, was grilled for 11 hours in Miami and sent back to Somalia. Omar Artan earned his place on the pitch. Trump’s America kept him out at the border. And Infantino? Silent, passive, useless. FIFA cannot claim to run the world’s game while washing its hands of discriminatory politics. Football needs courage, not courtiers. Infantino is proving unworthy of the role.

🔴 Sepp Blatter (ancien président de la FIFA) : "Si un pays refuse l’entrée à un arbitre, c’est un problème grave, et on ne devrait pas disputer la Coupe du monde dans un tel pays". (🗞️ L'Équipe)

World-leading professors. A UK-wide lecture tour. A long-standing RSM tradition. The RSM's 50 specialist sections bring world-class medical education to healthcare professionals across every specialty — and they don't just do it in London. Dr Ryan Cheong, Honorary Secretary of the RSM Laryngology and Rhinology Section, shares what made this recent RSM tour so memorable — from cutting-edge research and world-class faculty to the connections with colleagues whilst travelling across the UK. Watch his story 🎥 #MedicalCommunity #HealthcareLeadership

'If Nigel Farage gets in, backed by people like these, we are gone.' Caller Jo, a black British doctor, tells James O'Brien why the Belfast riots are making her reconsider life in the UK.

The USA has turned what should have been a celebration of football into a mess. Visa denials, excessive checks, and unequal treatment have overshadowed the tournament. Players, officials and supporters from several countries have faced obstacles that others simply haven’t. Imagine referees being denied visas for a World Cup. Meanwhile, countries like Senegal and other African nations have reportedly had to go through unbelievable scrutiny, while European countries received far smoother treatment. That is not what football is about. We are constantly told to fight racism and discrimination, yet this World Cup has shown that where you come from still matters far too much. Football is supposed to unite the world, not divide it. No nation hosting the biggest tournament on earth should make people feel unwelcome because of their passport. This has been a disgrace to the spirit of football. Equality cannot be selective. Football is for everyone. 🌍⚽

RT @LibyaLiberty: The U.S. World Cup in one horrible photo:

The Senegalese 🇸🇳 delegation gets this treatment on arrival in the USA. Full tarmac searches, shoes off, bags turned inside out like criminals. This is straight up humiliation and a disgrace. They’d never put white boys through the same.

When the President of France visited the United States in April 1960, he asked the FBI to help him find a man. The man he was looking for was an American citizen. He was sixty-four years old. He had been awarded fifteen French military decorations and — six months earlier, in a ceremony in Paris — had been made a Knight of the Légion d'honneur, the highest civilian honor France can give. The medal had been pinned to his chest by the President himself, who had publicly called him un véritable héros français. A true French hero. The FBI located the man within a few days. He was operating an elevator at Rockefeller Center in New York City. The elevator operator's name was Eugene Bullard. He had been born in Columbus, Georgia, in 1895, the son of a man whose own father had been a slave. He had run away from Columbus at the age of eleven, after watching a white mob nearly lynch his father. He spent the next several years drifting through the American South. At sixteen, he stowed away on a German freighter at Norfolk, Virginia. He landed in Aberdeen, Scotland. From there he made his way to London, where he learned to box. By 1913, at eighteen, he was prizefighting in Paris. When Germany invaded France in August 1914, Bullard was nineteen years old. He had no legal obligation to fight. He had no French citizenship. He went to the recruiting office on October 19, 1914, and signed up for the French Foreign Legion. He spent the next eighteen months as an infantryman in some of the worst fighting of the war — at the Somme, at Champagne, at Verdun. He was wounded three times. The third wound, on March 5, 1916, tore open his thigh and left him with permanent damage to his leg. He was twenty years old. The doctors told him he would not return to the infantry. He decided he wanted to fly. In a Paris café in the spring of 1916, while he was recovering, Bullard mentioned to three white American friends that he was thinking of joining the French air service. A Mississippian named Jeff Dickson laughed. Gene, Dickson said, you know damn well there aren't any Negroes in aviation. Bullard answered: Sure do. That's why I want to get into it. There has to be a first to everything, and I'm going to be the first. Dickson bet him two thousand dollars he would not make it. Bullard took the bet. He earned his pilot's license on May 5, 1917. He won the bet. He reported to the front in August 1917 and flew approximately twenty combat missions over the next three months in a SPAD VII. The fuselage was painted with a bleeding heart pierced by a knife and the French phrase Tout le Sang qui Coule est Rouge — All Blood that Flows is Red. He carried, on every combat flight, a small capuchin monkey named Jimmy in the front of his flight jacket. The French press began calling him L'Hirondelle Noire — the Black Swallow. When the United States entered the war in 1917, Bullard immediately applied to transfer to the U.S. Army Air Service. His application was rejected. The U.S. Army Air Service had a policy, in 1917, of not accepting Black pilots. The other American pilots flying for France in his unit, all of them white, were transferred to the U.S. Air Service. He was the only one who was not. For the next twenty years, he was one of the most familiar faces in the Montmartre nightlife of Paris between the wars. He owned a nightclub called L'Escadrille. He spoke fluent French, English, and German. Hemingway drank there. Fitzgerald drank there. Langston Hughes drank there. Josephine Baker performed there. Louis Armstrong was a personal friend. When Germany invaded Poland in 1939, Bullard was forty-four. His fluent German and his ownership of a nightclub frequented by German officers made him useful to the French Resistance. He became an intelligence agent — eavesdropping in his own bar on conversations between German officers who did not know he understood every word. When France fell in June 1940, friends in the Resistance smuggled him across the Spanish border before the Gestapo could arrest him. He came back to the United States for the first time in twenty-eight years. He arrived in New York with thirty dollars in his pocket and a permanent limp. He did not return to a hero's welcome. He returned to a country that had no idea who he was. He worked at a perfume counter. He worked as a security guard. He worked at the Staten Island shipyards. By the late 1940s, he had taken the job that he would hold for most of the rest of his life. He operated the elevator at Rockefeller Center. He was wearing the elevator uniform on the day a producer from NBC came down from the studios upstairs to ask if he was the man Charles de Gaulle had been looking for. A few weeks later, NBC sent a film crew to interview him in the lobby. The studios where NBC produced The Today Show were on the floors above. He had operated the elevator that took the network executives up to those studios every morning for nearly ten years. He had not been recognized as he did it. He went back to operating the elevator the following Monday. He died of stomach cancer on October 12, 1961, three days after his sixty-sixth birthday. He was buried in the French War Veterans' section of Flushing Cemetery, in Queens, in the uniform of the French Foreign Legion. The casket was draped with the French flag. In 1994 — thirty-three years after his death — the United States Air Force formally commissioned Eugene Jacques Bullard as a Second Lieutenant, posthumously. It was the first commission the U.S. military had ever offered him. He had been the first Black combat pilot in American history. The French had been calling him a hero since 1917. The Americans got around to it in 1994.

Jon you are and always have been a legend. Your decision to share your last big story will do so much to help people afflicted with Alzheimer’s. Sending you and your family love and sharing this picture of the last ever @Channel4News I presented with you in December 2021. ♥️

Wole Soyinka and American novelist, Russell Banks, disagree on the relationships between experience, imagination and empathy. They were visiting the West Bank as guests of Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish in 2002.

At @rcpsych for the unveiling of the portrait of @DrLadeSmith. A beautiful picture.