Somewhere in America, in the administrative offices of a not-for-profit arts organization, two people are trying to figure out what happened. There was a hiring process for a leader in the organization, and somebody was hired. His name was Josh. He’s a white guy. From Ohio. Almost nothing he said about himself to get the job turned out to be true, and the quiet chaos that surrounded his time is notable mostly because nobody seemed to care. In fact, the systems in place seem to have been literally built to help guys like Josh stay there as long as possible. It’s a sad little mystery that doesn’t need solving, because there’s plenty of context to back up its existence - these guys have been getting the jobs for hundreds of years. The real question is: what do we do now?