Trump Found a White Dude Named ‘Jerome’ to Be in Charge of Our Money Because Nothing Makes Sense Anymore

President Donald Trump looks on as his nominee for chairman of the Federal Reserve, Jerome Powell, takes to the podium during a press event in the Rose Garden at the White House in Washington, D.C., on Nov. 2, 2017. Current Federal Reserve head Janet Yellen’s term expires in February. (Drew Angerer/Getty Images)

I’ve been in airports and on airplanes all day, dealing with shitty cellphone signals and shittier airport Wi-Fi for the last few hours, so when I finally was able to get online just now after landing in Pittsburgh, I checked Twitter to see if anything particularly newsworthy had happened while I was offline.

First I saw the depressing news about Deshaun Watson, which may actually be a sign from God that this NFL season needs to just be canceled like House of Cards. And then I saw that someone called “Jerome Powell” was also trending, which made me assume that he must be the backup quarterback for the Houston Texans or something. Or that it was perhaps the title of a new mixtape from Drake. I even allowed myself to suspect that “Jerome Powell” was the new name Rachel Dolezal was going with after tiring of Nkechi Amare Diallo.


Of course, I was wrong. Jerome H. Powell is just the name of an über-rich white dude who’ll chair the Federal Reserve. Full disclosure: I don’t know what the Federal Reserve is or does, really. I know it has something to do with money and, I don’t know, reserving it or something, but that’s about the extent of my Federal Reserve knowledge. The Federal Reserve could be giving me a lap dance right now and I’d just wonder if it took tips with PayPal.

What I do know, however, are multiple niggas named Jerome. And most either go by “Rome” or “Romey,” and they all somehow look exactly as if their name should be Jerome. Jerome is the most self-aware name ever. I also know a gaggle of Powells. I even once crashed a Powell family picnic because my man was dating a woman from the Powell fam and she invited him to meet her family, and he brought me along as an excuse to leave early if the food was wack. (It wasn’t. I stayed and got a T-shirt.) But I know of no white dudes named Jerome and zero white people named Powell, which makes me believe that Trump conjured up this nigga with the same wizard that’s trying to cure Steve Bannon’s greyscale. I don’t believe you, White Jerome. You need more people.

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Damon Young

Damon Young is the editor-in-chief of VSB and a columnist for His debut memoir in essays, What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Blacker (Ecco/HarperCollins), is available for preorder.