LIVE TV DRAMA: Fox News Host Harris Faulkner Steps In After A Tense On-Air Remark Sparks Concern - News
In the wake of Charlie Kirk’s murder, more attention is being paid to the weight of words. The right-wing activist was gunned down in September, allegedly because of the views he shared on his podcast.
Fox News host Harris Faulkner jumped in during a recent discussion to remind her co-hosts that they “don’t mean” harm on anybody. The reminder came amid a harsh nickname that could be taken the wrong way. Keep reading for all the details.
Fox News Hosts Roast Joy Reid For Calling Beloved Christmas Song Racist
Joy Reid was a fixture on MSNBC until her show, The ReidOut, was canceled in early 2025. She left the network and launched a self-titled news program on social media. Joy Reid sparked controversy earlier this week by sharing a video criticizing a popular Christmas song as having racist origins.
Joy Reid’s video features a man at a plaque in Medford, Massachusetts, celebrating the place where James Lord Pierpont composed “Jingle Bells” in 1850. The video claims that the song, originally titled ” The One Horse Open Sleigh,” was meant to be performed at minstrel shows, which had white actors in blackface to mock Black people.
Fox News had an absolute field day with Joy Reid’s post and the suggestion that “Jingle Bells” is racist. The topic came up on Outnumbered, with Lara Trump stating, “It’s this kind of ridiculous take on things that got her taken right off the air.”
Charles Payne joked, “You mean Killjoy Reid.” The nickname caused the panel to break out laughing. “Killjoy Reid – we’re changing the name. It’s official,” Lara Trump added.
But not everyone was having a great time at Joy Reid’s expense.
Harris Faulkner Steps In: ‘We Don’t Mean Anybody Any Harm’ Amid Nickname
Harris Faulkner attempted to put a stop to the misconception. “Well, I want to say something about that, though, because I know that people will watch this and edit and take it out of context,” she said.
The Fox News anchor continued, “The word ‘Killjoy’ has nothing to do with her – it just has to do with taking away somebody’s joy.” Lara Trump suggested the nickname “Downer Reid” instead.
However, Harris Faulkner continued her point. “I just want to make sure that if people clip this that they understand that we don’t mean anybody any harm. She’s just sucking the fun out of things.”
The host went on to with Joy Reid a “very Merry Christmas.”
While the Fox News host didn’t take the origin of “Jingle Bells” seriously, many people agreed with Joy Reid.
- “America’s identity is racism, not patriotism.”
- “Here’s a DIY experiment. Do a Google search for “The racist history of _____” on any subject, and you will find that almost everything in America is racist.”
- “The more I learn about…. *everything* the more *everything* makes me sick.”
- “now i’m just fed up, what DOESN’T have anti-Black origins in this system?”
- “Honestly- I’m going back to jingle bells Batman smells then”
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More by thien4 My brother banned my kids from family dinners while keeping his own invited—so I canceled the cards paying for everyone’s lifestyle, and by sunrise I had 61 missed calls.
Mom gave a thumbs-up when my brother said my children were no longer welcome at family dinners, but she stopped smiling when her credit card was declined that same night.
The first time my brother told me my children were no longer welcome at family dinner, I thought he was joking.
The second time, I realized everyone else already knew.
I stood on my parents’ front porch holding a pecan pie in one hand while my ten-year-old son, Noah, balanced a bowl of mashed potatoes against his chest.
My seven-year-old daughter, Lily, was already reaching for the doorknob.
Then Jason stepped outside and blocked it.
“Emily, we need to talk.”
Behind him, I could hear laughter.
Children’s laughter.
His children.
Twelve-year-old Chase was yelling at his younger sister, Ava, about a video game. My mother was telling them to wash their hands.
The dining room smelled like roasted chicken.
Lily smiled.
“Grandma made biscuits!”
She tried to slip around Jason.
He moved sideways.
“No.”
My daughter stopped.
Jason looked at me.
“Mom didn’t tell you?”
My stomach tightened.
“Tell me what?”
He lowered his voice.
“Sunday dinners are adults only for your kids for a while.”
Noah looked up.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” Jason said, “you two aren’t coming in tonight.”
Lily stared at him.
“But Chase and Ava are inside.”
Jason’s expression barely changed.
“That’s different.”
There are sentences that divide your life into before and after.
That was one of them.
I looked through the front window.
Jason’s wife, Madison, was pouring herself wine.
My father was carving chicken.
My mother saw me standing outside.
For one second, guilt crossed her face.
Then she looked away.
That hurt more than Jason’s words.
I handed Noah my pie.
“Stay here with Lily.”
Then I stepped closer to my brother.
“Why?”
Jason sighed like I was exhausting him.
“Last week was the final straw.”
The “final straw” had been Noah telling Chase to stop mocking Lily because she needed extra reading help at school.
Chase had called her stupid.
Noah told him to shut up.
Jason decided Noah was “disrespectful.”
“You’re banning my children because my son defended his sister?”
“Your kids bring tension.”
“My kids?”
“Emily, don’t do this.”
I almost laughed.
“Do what?”
“Make everything about money because you’re upset.”
I froze.
I hadn’t mentioned money.
Jason apparently knew exactly where my mind might go.
For seven years, I had been helping my family.
It began when Dad had heart surgery.
Then Jason’s contracting business hit a rough patch.
Then Mom needed dental work.
Then Madison needed “temporary help” with groceries.
Temporary became permanent.
I added family members as authorized users on cards tied to an account I paid every month.
Groceries.
Gas.
Restaurant dinners.
Jason’s SUV payment.
Madison’s country club dues.
My parents’ vacations.
Chase’s baseball travel fees.
Ava’s dance lessons.
There were months I paid more for my brother’s household than I spent on my own.
Nobody talked about it anymore.
My generosity had quietly transformed into infrastructure.
Jason leaned toward me.
“You’re their mother. You can sit out a few dinners until they learn how to behave.”
Behind him, Chase appeared at the window holding a chicken drumstick.
He made eye contact with Noah.
Then he smiled.
Noah looked down.
Something inside me went very still.
“Okay,” I said.
Jason blinked.
“Okay?”
“Enjoy dinner.”
He looked almost disappointed that I wasn’t screaming.
I turned around.
“Come on, guys.”
Lily’s eyes filled with tears.
“But Grandma—”
“We’re having our own dinner.”
Noah carried the pie back toward my car.
Lily followed.
Nobody inside came out to stop us.
Not Mom.
Not Dad.
Nobody.
Jason called after me.
“Emily.”
I turned.
He stood under the porch light with his arms crossed.
“Don’t make this bigger than it is.”
I stared at him.
Then I said the one sentence he would spend the next twelve hours wishing I had never said.
“You’re right. I’ve been making this family much bigger than it is for years.”
I drove my children to a diner.
Noah ordered pancakes.
Lily got chocolate milk.
We laughed more during that meal than we had at a Sunday dinner in months.
After they fell asleep that night, I sat at my kitchen table with my laptop.
I opened the banking app.
Nine authorized cards.
Jason.
Madison.
Mom.
Dad.
Two cards attached to Jason’s business.
Three additional household cards.
I moved my parents’ medications, utilities, and health insurance to direct payments.
I wasn’t going to endanger anyone.
Then I canceled everything else.
Country club.
Restaurants.
Retail.
Travel.
Luxury subscriptions.
Jason’s business expenses.
All of it.
At 11:48 p.m., the final card turned gray.
CANCELED.
I closed my laptop.
For the first time in years, my family’s lifestyle was no longer my responsibility.
I slept beautifully.
At 6:17 the next morning, I woke to my phone vibrating itself across the nightstand.
61 missed calls.
Twenty-three texts.
Nine voicemails.
And one message from my mother that made me sit straight up in bed.
Emily, your brother is here. He found the financial documents. Please come before your father sees them.
I read it twice.
Then a new text arrived.
From Jason.
You have no idea what you just did.
He was wrong.
I knew exactly what I had done.
What I didn’t know yet was what my brother had been doing with my money
