Friday, December 10, 2021

Doing It Together

 When I think back over the past 50 years, one of the most dramatic changes in journalism has been the way reporters have started working in teams. 

In school in the 60s, we were taught that the way it worked historically was that a series of great men -- and a few great women -- achieved journalistic success individually. Partnerships were rarely mentioned.

The big names were John Peter Zenger (1697-1746), Joseph Pulitzer (1847-1912), Walter Lippmann (1889-1974), Walter Cronkite (1916-2009) ... and more recently Barbara Walters (1929-present) and Tom Wolfe (1931-present).

There were investigative reporters too, like Upton Sinclair, Ida Tarbell, Lincoln Steffens, Jacob Riis in the early 20th century and then Jessica Mitford, Seymour Hersh, Bob Woodward & Carl Bernstein in our time. (These are the famous ones, there were many others.) They too mostly worked alone.

Modern scholars credit the Center for Investigative Reporting and Mother Jones for establishing the non-profit model of investigative journalism.

So concentrating on those two organizations, which encapsulated so much of my own career, what's true its that we produced our muckraking reports in teams much more than as individuals. Maybe this was a Baby Boomer thing; after all, we were such a huge generation numerically that we rarely did anything in life completely alone.

Woodward & Bernstein are a tad older than our generation, but they certainly are the most famous co-authors in American journalism history. But they didn’t work together all that long, either.

Personally, I have published with many co-authors, both because I love working with collaborators and because we all uniquely bring different qualities to the partnership.

Some of us specialize in interviews, some in documents, some as investigators, some as writers or story-tellers. But what can be most valuable in a team is the ability to bring an unusual perspective on the story.

It’s not the kind of work that suits every temperament. People who get too easily frustrated and who give up easily tend to drop off teams. People who worry more about process than results rarely work out in these kinds of projects. Egos all too easily rear their ugly heads; competing egos are poisonous.

But for those of us who can stick it out, team stories yield most of the best journalism out there today.

Perhaps, when I work (intermittently) on a memoir of my career, the title of any such book ought to be: "We Did It Together."

Then again, it all depends what the meaning of the word "it" is.

[NOTE: I published a different version of this essay a year ago.]

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The irony is hardly lost on any of the attendees to Biden’s two-day “democracy summit” this week that the U.S. is the country where the most serious recent threat to overthrow a major republic occurred.

Congress is investigating, of course, piling up evidence about what happened on January 6th, but the deeply partisan nature of the political process in the U.S. virtually guarantees its findings will have little credibility outside of Democratic Party circles. Republicans have sworn off any interest in finding out how close we came to a coup.

Meanwhile the threats to democracy here and overseas continue. Will the summit make a difference? IDK, but at least they are talking about it. 

And that is something because tyranny thrives in silence.

FRIDAY’S HEADLINES:

FRIDAY’S LYRICS

“I Shall Be Released”

By Bob Dylan

They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here

I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released

They say every man needs protection
They say that every man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Somewhere so high above this wall

I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released

Now, yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd
A man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shouting so loud
Just crying out that he was framed

I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released

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