Saturday, December 11, 2021

Public Disruptions

 


Riding public transportation lately, I’ve come to almost expect troublesome interactions. It is as if the people and the trains are infecting each other with a crazy virus — or maybe it’s just my bad timing.

But there seem to be a lot of people talking to themselves, which is fine, except when that talk turns loud and threatening to fellow riders. Two of the last three times I’ve ridden Bart, the system’s police have restrained men who were acting in ways other riders found threatening.

“Who in here called the police?” one officer proclaimed loudly as he entered the car where I was seated near a guy opening and closing some sort of large metal-encrusted band and waving it around in a way that felt menacing to the rest of us.

The police officer didn’t stop to talk to him but chose another fellow sitting nearby with a bunch of packages and a bicycle.

“Do you have a knife?” he asked.

“No, I don't.”

Apparently satisfied, the cop disappeared. The menacing fellow resumed waving his metal encrusted band until another officer eventually appeared. This one did confront the disrupter, which clearly angered him because he became more boisterous than ever.

He complained loudly about being harassed until the next stop, where he got off.

More recently, as I approached another Bart station, two cops were chasing a guy leaving the train until they caught him and forced him to the ground.

“Don’t hurt me,” he said over and over, before they took him away.

I do not know what mixture of actual crime, mental illness, good (or bad) law enforcement practices, surveillance, danger or confusion were involved with these events, but I do know in the end, one of the disruptions caused me to miss my connection.

Time was tight, so I exited the Bart system and ordered a Lyft instead.

SATURDAY’S HEADLINES:

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.]

***

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

Thursday, December 09, 2021

Trust in Time

 

One constant during this pandemic is the recurring fear, confusion and controversy as each surge and/or new variant appears. Accordingly, you can almost take your pick of which news stories to believe — either Omicron is a serious threat or it’s not; the vaccines offer good long-term protection or they don’t; and the worst is over or the worst is yet to come.

The whole mutating mess is a litmus test of whether you are an optimist or a pessimist by nature or experience, as well as how much you feel you can trust media reports about these matters.

An additional issue in the age of the Internet, of course, is you can find whatever point of view you wish to embrace out there is the wilds of social media and the endless parade of websites catering to fringe audiences.

For my part, I try to scan as many legitimate media sources as possible, focusing on those that have proven to be reliable in the past, or whose internal fact-checking methodologies I’m familiar enough with to trust that they will usually get things right.

But when it comes to the behavior of the coronavirus and the mRNA vaccines devised to fight it, both topics are still too new and uncertain for anyone to make confident long-term predictions about their impacts. That’s the bottom line.

That brings it all down to trust — trust in the public health officials, scientists, and vaccine manufacturers — as well as in the media to get the story straight and accurate. And trust in all of those parties has been strained to the limit during this crisis. Especially trust of the media.

Restoring trust once it has been broken is a difficult process for anyone. Meanwhile, the variants will just keep coming, and the vaccines will just keep coming, so the mixed messages will just keep coming.

And I can do is to try my level best to parse them day by day as we continue this difficult journey together.

Thank you for reading my daily essays!

THURSDAY’S HEADLINES:

THURSDAY’s LYRICS:

"I Must Have Done Something Bad”

George Jones

I must have done something bad some time in my life

And I paid for it time and again

But this time you've hurt me so bad I could lay down and die

And the pain grows each day ten times ten times ten

Wednesday, December 08, 2021

Where Truths Meet

[NOTE: This is an update of an essay I first published a year ago on December 10, 2020.]

"You're right from your side / I'm right from mine," Bob Dylan wrote in one of his more obscure songs. Similar sentiments from other artists capture the convoluted nature of mutual truth that we all seek in one way or another.

And this raises a particular dilemma for journalists as we attempt to cover corporate and civic affairs for the public. Thus our methodology. I should elaborate.

I remember an incident from our "Circle of Poison" investigation in the 1970s and 1980s. I was focused on the moral aspect of U.S. companies shipping banned pesticides to Third World countries, which exposed farmworkers and their families to health risks, and led to more pollution of the environment, which of course knows no borders.

At an international gathering of people concerned with this issue in Mexico, including many who worked at chemical companies, a representative of Dow Chemical approached me and said, "I understand your concern but what's wrong with helping a hungry world eat?"

His point was that even if the pesticides were considered too dangerous for us here in the U.S., food scarcity was such in poorer countries that such compromises made sense. After all, at least in the short term, pesticides boost food productivity.

His comment got me thinking and we started investigating what crops the hazardous pesticides were being applied to. That research led to a breakthrough in our analysis, as almost all of the crops sprayed in Third World countries did not go to local people but were "export crops" destined to end up right back here in the U.S. with you and me.

This completed the "circle" in our analysis and guaranteed the book would cause more waves than it would have had we solely focused on the impacts overseas.

Thus did an industry representative help us complete a major piece of our investigation. My guess is that he didn't know himself what the pesticides were sued for; he just assumed they were part of an effort to boost local food production.

This example is why we always counsel students and young journalists to probe all sides of the issues they investigate. Environmentalists and worker safety activists may have one perspective; manufacturers and farmers may have another; regulatory agencies may reflect yet another point of view.

In the interest of achieving the highest quotient of truth possible, journalists have to consider whether everybody might be right at the same time. In my example, the guy from Dow was right -- there’s nothing wrong with helping hungry people get food. The environmentalists are right -- pesticides harm the environment. And the regulators that push for more sustainable methods of agricultural production are right about what's best for the long term.

Maybe that is one of the keys to good journalism, or an honest inquiry of any type. Maybe we should always be searching for the ways everybody can be right in one way or another. Maybe then we will get to the Venn diagram of the matter.

Of course, inevitably, this approach has its limits. We have to make choices. Some things we do because they are the right thing to do. 

Morality has to trump the profit motive when it comes to sustaining life on earth.

WEDNESDAY’S HEADLINES:

WEDNESDAY’s LYRICS:

It's a restless hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good
When ev'rything I'm a-sayin'
You can say it just as good
You're right from your side
I'm right from mine
We're both just one too many mornings
An' a thousand miles behind

-- Bob Dylan (One Too Many Mornings)