On this remarkable anniversary, I’d like to pay tribute to a former editor-in-chief of The Jerusalem Post who is no longer with us.
When I first entered the Post’s building, in early 1983, I was 20 years old, new to Israel, and spoke very little Hebrew. I’d mustered the courage to ask for a job, however, because I’d been to journalism school in the UK and worked for a few months on a local weekly newspaper in East London. Somebody at the Post told me kindly that the door would be open, but that I should return after a few months when I’d learned a little more of our revived language.
When I came back, I fell under the gruff, kindly eye of the Post’s then-night editor, a lanky, grizzled ex-Brit named N. David Gross. He started me out editing copy from some of the business and economics reporters. And from there I graduated to the main night desk, eventually, to my considerable delight, getting to work on articles that would appear on the next day’s front page.
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