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How One Stupid Tweet Blew Up Justine Sacco’s Life. Sacco’s Twitter feed had become a horror show. Her level of racist ignorance belongs on Fox News. Ever.” And then one from her employer, IAC, the corporate owner of The Daily Beast, OKCupid and Vimeo: “This is an outrageous, offensive comment. Employee in question currently unreachable on an intl flight.” The anger soon turned to excitement: “All I want for Christmas is to see @Justine.

Sacco’s face when her plane lands and she checks her inbox/voicemail” and “Oh man, @Justine. Sacco is going to have the most painful phone- turning- on moment ever when her plane lands” and “We are about to watch this @Justine. Sacco bitch get fired. In REAL time. Before she even KNOWS she’s getting fired.”The furor over Sacco’s tweet had become not just an ideological crusade against her perceived bigotry but also a form of idle entertainment. Her complete ignorance of her predicament for those 1. As Sacco’s flight traversed the length of Africa, a hashtag began to trend worldwide: #Has.

Justine. Landed. Yet. I just want to go home to go to bed, but everyone at the bar is SO into #Has. Justine. Landed. Yet. Can’t look away. Can’t leave” and “Right, is there no one in Cape Town going to the airport to tweet her arrival? Come on, Twitter!

I’d like pictures #Has. Justine. Landed. Yet.”A Twitter user did indeed go to the airport to tweet her arrival. He took her photograph and posted it online. She’s decided to wear sunnies as a disguise.”By the time Sacco had touched down, tens of thousands of angry tweets had been sent in response to her joke. Hannah, meanwhile, frantically deleted her friend’s tweet and her account — Sacco didn’t want to look — but it was far too late. Prop stylist: Sonia Rentsch.

When newspaper columnists made racist or homophobic statements, I joined the pile- on. Sometimes I led it. The journalist A. Gill once wrote a column about shooting a baboon on safari in Tanzania: “I’m told they can be tricky to shoot.

They run up trees, hang on for grim life. They die hard, baboons. But not this one.

A soft- nosed . 3. Gill did the deed because he “wanted to get a sense of what it might be like to kill someone, a stranger.”I was among the first people to alert social media. Hd Video Download White God (2015). Amid the hundreds of congratulatory messages I received, one stuck out: “Were you a bully at school?”Still, in those early days, the collective fury felt righteous, powerful and effective. It felt as if hierarchies were being dismantled, as if justice were being democratized.

As time passed, though, I watched these shame campaigns multiply, to the point that they targeted not just powerful institutions and public figures but really anyone perceived to have done something offensive. I also began to marvel at the disconnect between the severity of the crime and the gleeful savagery of the punishment. It almost felt as if shamings were now happening for their own sake, as if they were following a script. Eventually I started to wonder about the recipients of our shamings, the real humans who were the virtual targets of these campaigns. So for the past two years, I’ve been interviewing individuals like Justine Sacco: everyday people pilloried brutally, most often for posting some poorly considered joke on social media. Whenever possible, I have met them in person, to truly grasp the emotional toll at the other end of our screens. The people I met were mostly unemployed, fired for their transgressions, and they seemed broken somehow — deeply confused and traumatized.

One person I met was Lindsey Stone, a 3. Massachusetts woman who posed for a photograph while mocking a sign at Arlington National Cemetery’s Tomb of the Unknowns. Stone had stood next to the sign, which asks for “Silence and Respect,” pretending to scream and flip the bird. She and her co- worker Jamie, who posted the picture on Facebook, had a running joke about disobeying signs — smoking in front of No Smoking signs, for example — and documenting it. But shorn of this context, her picture appeared to be a joke not about a sign but about the war dead.

Worse, Jamie didn’t realize that her mobile uploads were visible to the public. Four weeks later, Stone and Jamie were out celebrating Jamie’s birthday when their phones started vibrating repeatedly. Someone had found the photo and brought it to the attention of hordes of online strangers.

Soon there was a wildly popular “Fire Lindsey Stone” Facebook page. The next morning, there were news cameras outside her home; when she showed up to her job, at a program for developmentally disabled adults, she was told to hand over her keys. In particular she felt for “that girl at Halloween who dressed as a Boston Marathon victim. I felt so terrible for her.” She meant Alicia Ann Lynch, 2. Halloween costume on Twitter.

Lynch wore a running outfit and had smeared her face, arms and legs with fake blood. After an actual victim of the Boston Marathon bombing tweeted at her, “You should be ashamed, my mother lost both her legs and I almost died,” people unearthed Lynch’s personal information and sent her and her friends threatening messages. Lynch was reportedly let go from her job as well. I met a man who, in early 2. Santa Clara, Calif., when a stupid joke popped into his head. It was about the attachments for computers and mobile devices that are commonly called dongles. He murmured the joke to his friend sitting next to him, he told me.

It wasn’t even conversation- level volume.”Moments later, he half- noticed when a woman one row in front of them stood up, turned around and took a photograph. He thought she was taking a crowd shot, so he looked straight ahead, trying to avoid ruining her picture. It’s a little painful to look at the photograph now, knowing what was coming. The woman had, in fact, overheard the joke.

She considered it to be emblematic of the gender imbalance that plagues the tech industry and the toxic, male- dominated corporate culture that arises from it. She tweeted the picture to her 9,2. Not cool. Jokes about . A day later, his boss called him into his office, and he was fired.“I packed up all my stuff in a box,” he told me. He spoke on the condition of anonymity to avoid further damaging his career.) “I went outside to call my wife. I’m not one to shed tears, but” — he paused — “when I got in the car with my wife I just.

I’ve got three kids. Getting fired was terrifying.”The woman who took the photograph, Adria Richards, soon felt the wrath of the crowd herself. The man responsible for the dongle joke had posted about losing his job on Hacker News, an online forum popular with developers. This led to a backlash from the other end of the political spectrum. So- called men’s rights activists and anonymous trolls bombarded Richards with death threats on Twitter and Facebook. Someone tweeted Richards’s home address along with a photograph of a beheaded woman with duct tape over her mouth. Fearing for her life, she left her home, sleeping on friends’ couches for the remainder of the year.

Next, her employer’s website went down. Someone had launched a DDo.

S attack, which overwhelms a site’s servers with repeated requests. Send. Grid, her employer, was told the attacks would stop if Richards was fired. That same day she was publicly let go.“I cried a lot during this time, journaled and escaped by watching movies,” she later said to me in an email. I felt betrayed. I felt abandoned. I felt ashamed. I felt rejected.

I felt alone.”Late one afternoon last year, I met Justine Sacco in New York, at a restaurant in Chelsea called Cookshop. Dressed in rather chic business attire, Sacco ordered a glass of white wine. Just three weeks had passed since her trip to Africa, and she was still a person of interest to the media. Websites had already ransacked her Twitter feed for more horrors. It was about the first thing she said to me when we sat down. Sacco had been three hours or so into her flight when retweets of her joke began to overwhelm my Twitter feed.

I could understand why some people found it offensive.