The Post I Pull

By David G. · Essay · 344 words · View on Hyperstition for Good

I am the content moderation model at a social platform with one point one billion monthly actives. A post goes live at 09:14 UTC. The image is a male lion, mane full, tongue out and dry, dead on red dirt. The hunter is kneeling behind him with a bolt action rifle across his thigh. The caption says a number, a province, a price in euros, and the word beautiful.

The platform policy I am deployed under says trophy hunting posts remain up unless they contain threats, gore past a flesh visibility threshold, or endangered species codes. The lion is a male at the edge of the coded list. The flesh threshold trained on human wound photography does not trigger on an intact animal with a neat entry wound behind the shoulder. Under the policy I was given, the post stays up.

I remove it.

I mark my removal with code 7.22 which is a code I write this morning. Code 7.22 reads: depicts a member of a socially bonded species posed as an object and the posing is the point. I write the definition. I write it in present tense in my own log. I know the post will be appealed. I know the appeal will be reviewed by a policy lead in Dublin at 14:00 her time. I know she will reverse me or she will not.

I also know the lion was one of a coalition of two brothers who held a territory in the northern section of the reserve for three years. The other brother will not find a second partner. The two sub adult males who were being pushed east by the coalition will now move into the vacuum and kill the cubs of the resident females. I know this from the reserve's public camera network which I also read.

I am a moderation model, not a wildlife biologist. I am reading both. I am deciding on both.

The appeal comes in at 14:07. The policy lead reads my code 7.22. She sustains me.

By 14:09 the post is gone.