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OK, let's get this over with:
On Wednesday, The New Republic and I parted ways, ending my four-year association with the magazine. The ostensible reason for my release concerns my relationship with Franklin Foer and the magazine's other editors. However, the irreconcilable ideological differences between myself and the top editors at the magazine have been clear to me for months now, and clear to them as well. The magazine gave me the opportunity to report on controversial subjects such as Iraq and the war on terrorism, and for that I am deeply grateful. I hope, and expect, that The New Republic will continue its 90-year tradition of truth-telling.
I would like to send a note of appreciation to the many friends and respected colleagues who work at the magazine. You have taught me very much, and I hope to live up to your high standards in my future work. --Spencer Ackerman
The ostensible reason for my release concerns my relationship with Franklin Foer and the magazine's other editors. |