Sometimes I almost feel sorry for Mark Zuckerberg. I know, I know. He’s the fourth-richest person in the world, and the social-media platforms he controls have blighted the childhoods of millions of teenage girls and helped turn the rest of us into phone-addicted zombies. Despite all that, I occasionally I feel a faint—okay, very faint—twinge of sympathy over the way the tech mogul’s life has devolved into an endless apology tour. In his latest mea culpa, issued just before Labor Day weekend, Zuckerberg expressed regret for how his company had caved to government demands to censor certain types of content flowing through its channels. His contrition sounds authentic, but I’m withholding judgement.
Read the rest of the essay by James B. Meigs in Commentary magazine.
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