Of Course: Jason Arday Got $1.4 Million for "His Memoir," Which Was, Of Course, Ghostwritten by a White Woman;
Comparing His Initial Proposal and the Book Itself, The Atlantic Finds More Cases of Fabulism and Lying
Before that: the Metropolitan Police said "oops, ooopsie" about investigating a reporter for four whole months because a black fraudster and scamster said that it was "distressing" him and harming his mental health to be questioned at all.
And I do want to emphasize that this is an "oops, oopsie" non-apology. The head of the Met is completely frivolous and unserious about his organization acting as a Gestapo for a foreign scammer:
The head of the Metropolitan Police has said his force should not have investigated a journalist who was looking into plagiarism claims about a University of Cambridge professor.
Met Police Commissioner Sir Mark Rowley said officers "dropped the ball" when they looked into a complaint made against journalist Jack Grove over his attempts to contact Prof Jason Arday.
Sir Mark told broadcaster LBC the complaint should have been "screened out earlier on as not requiring investigation".
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Times Higher Education (THE) reporter Grove said he had been investigating allegations Arday had plagiarised parts of his PhD, and contacted him in 2025 to offer him the right of reply.
"In early February I received a call from a Met police officer saying that a complaint had been raised against me by someone and Professor Arday was very distressed and I shouldn't contact him again," Grove told BBC Radio 4's Today programme.
"It was a complete shock. Apparently it was for harassment but I hadn't contacted him for four months and then maybe I think I've only sent three or four emails to him in total."
The Met closed its inquiries into the case.
Sir Mark told LBC: "We dropped the ball on that one, let's not beat around the bush.
"A report came in of harassment or some crime like that, it should have been screened out as not requiring investigation...
"We shouldn't have made that call to him [Grove] and said that."
To see how off-handed, flippant, and non-apologetic this "oops, oopsie" is,
see this video.
They'll do it again tomorrow. And then they'll just say "garsh we dropped the ball on that one, boy is our face red" the next time.
For his part, Arday is blaming the university that gave him a Ph.D. for his fake and plagiarized paper, saying they hadn't given his autistic grifting ass enough
"supervision."
The Telegraph published three excerpts from Arday's dissertation alongside the original sources from which he is alleged to have plagiarized. In some instances, the passages are virtually identical; in others, only minor wording changes distinguish them.
The controversy centers on allegations that, while Arday cited the original author elsewhere in his dissertation, he failed to properly attribute the passages in question. Arday has maintained that the omission was attributable to his autism.
The BBC reported last week, "Arday did not dispute the allegations of plagiarism, but defended himself by arguing that he had not received adequate supervision during his PhD given his autism and learning disabilities."
Now I know why that white girl in the last post pretends to be disabled and riddled with Tourettes: It's an amazingly lucrative grift.
So Simon & Schuster paid this "superstar" nobody $1.4 million in a fake advance. (Fake because it's not a real "advance" -- they had no hope of every recouping this from sales. They just wanted to be in the DEI Superstar Jason Arday Business.)
To get this DEI Jackpot, Arday submitted a proposal, telling Simon & Schuster the Amazing Tales they would get in exchange for their money.
The Atlantic has a copy of that proposal, as well as the book itself which will be released next week.
They find that Jason Arday further confabulated the lies already present in the proposal:
Paul Embery
@PaulEmbery
11h
This is wild. The Atlantic has obtained a copy of Jason Arday's book proposal. In it, he claims to have:
- Experienced 'locked-in' syndrome for several months after being hit by a car. Doctors advised his family to have the life support machine turned off, but he awakened 'miraculously'
- Been struck down by testicular cancer (though this changes in the book to brain cancer)
- Been beaten up by a group of kids and then, in court, pleaded with the judge not to jail them. Coincidentally, two of the kids later became his students, and Arday became godfather to the child of one of them
- Aborted a suicide attempt on a bridge after listening to an Eagles song.
I'm thinking "Desperado."
- Been awarded several accolades - of which no proof exists online.
- Been told by a 'shaman woman' in Brazil that he would suffer greatly but also do great thing. 'Every event she described has since come to pass,' he wrote.
The book is due for publication next week by @simonschuster. Surely they have to pull it.
LOL, of course they won't. Don't be a dope.
Here are excerpts from The Atlantic, comparing the lies in the proposal to the lies in the actual book.
According to a cover letter that his agent sent to publishers at the time, Arday's book, to be titled Great and Unfortunate Things, would be "an awe-inspiring tale of near mythic proportions."
That now appears to be an understatement. Arday's story was indeed astonishing: As a toddler, he was diagnosed with autism and developmental delays; he didn't fully speak until the age of 11; he learned to read and write only as an adult. Arday's parents are Ghanaian immigrants; he grew up wearing homemade clothes and hustling for cash by playing snooker.
By the way, there's no evidence he ever played snooker for money.
Yet in spite of all these obstacles and many, many others he has recounted over the years, Arday found a way to go to university and then to graduate school. Eventually, he got his Ph.D., and then he became a star. "We are so lucky to have you," Cambridge's head of faculty for education, Hilary Cremin, told him in a clip shown on BBC shortly after his hiring was announced. "You are the best in the world in terms of the research that you do."
But in the past two weeks, Arday's near-mythic (or perhaps purely mythic) tale has disintegrated. In July, a philosopher named Nathan Cofnas published a long Substack post reviewing apparent evidence of plagiarism in Arday's academic work. Cofnas posted 36 passages from Arday's 2015 dissertation, about student teaching, which reproduce or closely track text found in a 2009 dissertation from another scholar in the field, Paula Zwozdiak-Myers. Arday looks to have even copied from and rearranged Zwozdiak-Myers's title, and in doing so to have misused an apostrophe.
It's more embarrassing than that. His title uses the word "teachers," just the plural of teacher, but he puts an apostrophe after it to make it a possessive. And then he does that in the entire paper, too.
People have pointed out that is plagiarism is proven by the fact that
typos and misspellings in the text he copied are perfectly reproduced in his "own" paper, which of course means he just cut and paste someone else's work.
But the "teachers'" type seems to be an Arday Original, at least.
Oh: As someone commented, just interviewing people and writing down their feelings is the "lowest-hanging fruit" of the (scam) research world. Most fake DEI papers, including "Doctor" Jill Biden's, consist of just interviewing your friends and fellow students and then "analyzing" their "lived experiences."
That's mostly what Arday's doctoral paper is -- but then he doesn't even do the lowest of low-hanging fruit of the fake research world.
He just cribs the interviews from the paper he's copying and claims he conducted the interviews himself!
Quotes from structured interviews that Arday claimed to have performed closely resembled those used by other researchers; parts of some interview responses also reappeared across different studies under Arday's name, attributed to different people. This duplication, if deliberate, would be something other than plagiarism--it would be academic fraud. (The website Retraction Watch reports that two of Arday's papers were quietly corrected.)
He's continuing to insist that all scrutiny of his lies and fraud is racist:
Arday did not respond to questions from The Atlantic, but he told The Times last week that he is not a "liar" or a "fantasist" and that he'd been given insufficient supervision as a graduate student, especially in light of his learning disabilities: "It's more likely that I've made a mistake, there's a clerical error. It's not that I've fabricated." He also seemed to address such allegations at a conference in April for the British Sociological Association, where he gave a talk about pervasive efforts to discredit Black scholars including himself. "These people are brilliant, perversely brilliant," he told his colleagues. "There are times when you look at what they're doing and you say to yourself, Well done, well played, very good. You've caught me [in] a thousand knots--how do I get myself out of this situation?"
Now, on to the comparison of Arday's claims in the proposal and the claims made in the book:
Great and Unfortunate Things, which Arday co-wrote with Eve Claxton, is still scheduled to come out next week from Simon & Schuster.
Co-wrote? You mean, she wrote it entirely, based on his verbal claims.
Aren't academics supposed to write their own books?
The story that it tells should not be taken at face value; it differs notably from other versions of his life that Arday has shared in public and in private, including in the original proposal he sent out with his agent. But the book is also, in a way, very honest and quite telling: It provides a vivid portrait of a man who was always manifestly ill-equipped for academia yet found a way to reach its upper levels. This is not someone else's cruel assessment of Arday's tragic and improbable career. It's his own.
The memoir begins with a prophecy. It's 2006, and Jason Arday, then 21 years old, is installing water pumps in the favelas of Brazil and showing children how to use them. A local aid worker--"a woman in her thirties with dark hair and eyes and a gentle, steady way about her"--touches his arm and softly tells him that he is destined to suffer in his life but also to do great things. "After the trip was over, I never saw the woman again, but her words stayed with me," Arday writes, "and, you might say, her prediction came true."
The rest of the book is an elaboration on this moment: Arday suffers; Arday overcomes. The doctors who assessed him as a toddler told his mother that "there's no one in there" and that he was "no better than a vegetable." Even his speech therapist wasn't optimistic that he'd ever learn to talk. (At one point, she also physically abused him, the memoir says.) As a boy, Arday rocked and hummed and banged his head until he bled; he slammed cupboard doors and smeared his feces on the walls. Yet still, eventually, he started to verbalize. Still, eventually, he made his way through school.
Tribulations piled up throughout his life. Arday is nearly deaf in one ear; he's dyslexic; he finds simple math befuddling; he has "marked difficulties" with memory, reading, and processing skills. As a teen, he was beaten so severely by a group of kids his age that he became an epileptic. To make his way through secondary school while--by his own account--illiterate, he needed ample help: support assistants who sat beside him in class and took notes on his behalf.
When Arday applied to university, his girlfriend, Debs--who had been teaching him to read--"wrote out" the application on his behalf, including the personal statement. In university, a friend who took the same courses sat beside him, sharing notes. (She's "the only reason I survived" university, he says.) By the time Arday started on his master's degree, he writes, he was reading at about the same level as his 3-year-old daughter. Still, he pressed onward. Still, somehow, he got a teaching job.
His obstacles were only multiplying, though. Money was tight, so after each day of teaching, Arday writes, he had to work an overnight shift in a supermarket, from 11 p.m. to 5 a.m., and then a morning shift as a cleaner from 5:30 to 7:30. The only time he had left to write his dissertation was when he was commuting between London, where he lived, and Liverpool, where he taught. On those semiweekly five-hour rides, the book explains, he would open up his laptop on the plastic seat-back table and start typing out his thesis, hunt-and-peck style.
As his dissertation deadline approached, Arday started having blurry vision; medical scans revealed a brain tumor. After it was removed, he had a ministroke and lost his short-term memory.
This sounds like a collection of excuses he gave to teachers and professors to get them to give him a passing grade for failure-level work.
When you succeed against pretty much insurmountable odds," Arday writes in the book, "it weirdly makes people question your credibility." Is it weird? I don't think it's weird. When you keep succeeding against insurmountable odds, the facts of your surmounting will be bound to get a second look.
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But the most disturbing inconsistencies arise from Arday's book proposal, a copy of which was obtained by The Atlantic. That document, from 2024, cites several accolades of which no proof exists online. The proposal also lays out many of the same events as the memoir but with slightly different dates and details: The boys who beat him up were not his age but four years older; his suicide attempt happened before, not during, the pandemic. And whereas the book describes Arday as having survived two brain tumors, the proposal says he had a bout of testicular cancer. No reference to that illness appears in the memoir.
Nor does the book describe the time that Arday, then a teenager, was struck by a car and spent several months in a coma. According to the book proposal, the doctors told his parents that he would never recover, and suggested taking him off life support "as an act of mercy." Through all of this, he was aware of everything that was going on, because he had locked-in syndrome. "As I will describe to readers in the book," Arday wrote in the proposal, "these months afforded me another profoundly different way of perceiving the world."
The book doesn't describe any of this, nor that he awakened "miraculously" from the coma, nor the full year he spent "relearning everything--how to walk, to talk."
Instead, the memoir tells us only that he spent those months finishing his final year of secondary school and taking his exams. "I was relieved, beyond relieved," the memoir says, when those were done.
Then there is the prophecy--the revelation Arday was given in Brazil, that he would suffer greatly and also do great things. According to the proposal, this occurred in 2005, not 2006, and the message came not from a local aid worker in her 30s but from "an elder in the small town where I had been assigned, who was well-known in the area for predicting people's futures." (Later in the proposal, he calls this person a "shaman woman.") "Do you know the story of Spartacus, the escaped slave who led a rebellion against the Romans?" this town elder asks, before telling him his fate in minute detail. "Every event she described," Arday writes in the proposal, "has since come to pass."
Below: When asked why he told such tall tales without including any evidence to support them, he responds, "To be honest with you, I just thought you'd believe me."
Exactly.
One point I keep hearing is that people initially didn't care much about this because it's
sociology and literally everyone knows sociology is entirely a bullshit field populated by dum-dums and grifters. One guy said that he checked Arday's plagiarism against the paper he plagiarized from: The plagiarized paper was also empty, stupid, banal, and worthless.
Here's evidence of that: All of these DEI "sociology" perfessers are
low-IQ hustlers and bullshit artists.
This guy claims he want to school with Arday when Arday was, according to his Official Biographical Bullshit, entirely mute and non-verbal.
This guy says he was always "chatty" and running his mouth.
Very Obama-esque:
Apes eat figs in grottos.
Hans Mahncke
@HansMahncke
20h
The Jason Arday episode is a perfect microcosm of a Western system rotting under the weight of human deadwood. Not just academia, wokeness, welfare bureaucracies, "learing" centers, or the laptop manager class exposed during Covid, but an entire civilization in which millions contribute nothing, produce nothing, and solve nothing while participating in an elaborate theater of fake productivity designed to conceal their complete uselessness. The real work is left to a shrinking productive minority forced to carry everyone else.
"You are the best in the world in terms of the research that you do."
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