The picture above depicts the first book burning in America, in 1651 — my 10th great grandfather, William Pynchon, was the victim. He wrote a book that was a critique of the newly formed society of the Massachusetts Bay Colony and Calvinism, and he caught hell for it.
Then there is my little book of babies captioned by Tom that Amazon banned last year, no notice to me or the publisher, which is me, and I spent a good part of the year trying to reach them, but Amazon made themselves unreachable. If my book was banned, imagine how many other books are banned, apparently for no reason that they care to or have to give.
Our book had been for sale on Amazon since 2012. I have no idea what is so offensive about it. It’s an innocent little book in the tradition of captioned baby photos, having to do with running for president.
I have 11 books of babies published by the most prestigious publishing houses in the world, but when I ventured into self-publishing, as if Big Tech was there to help me do that — Big Tech censored my creativity and crushed my artistic ambitions.
I’m old enough to remember when we believed that the internet was going to level the playing field. But look what has happened. Individual creative endeavours are routinely steamrolled by Big Tech. Big Tech kills because it can.