Long ago, I worked for the Heritage Broadcast Institute. I wrote most of their newsletter. The rest of the HBA staff, a charming French Canadian gentleman, put together a schedule of ethnic radio programs, and wrote an editorial. I tracked down data on various ethnic organizations, and cute stories to fill the rest of the monthly publication.
Rule number one was NO POLITICS. We encouraged our readers to trace their roots, respect other's ethnicity, and learn a second language. The editor crusaded fearlessly for more ethnic programming on radio and television, preferrably NOT on Sunday afternoons.
Then one day, Mr. Scaife, who was funding the newsletter, decided we were communists. No more funding. No more newsletter. I could have told Mr. Clinton that Richard Scaife was a seven letter perjorative. So could most of the writers in town.