“A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day.” — Jim Bishop
Newspaper Rock, Utah. I don’t want to go back in time, I just want truth to once again become possible.
“A newspaper is a circulating library with high blood pressure.” — Arthur Baer
My Heart is Breaking
It was my usual morning. I walked Pepper, came back and fixed myself a cup of cream-lace coffee, and settled down with a book to read while I drank. And suddenly there were tears in my eyes, tears that are still falling, which is why I am writing this blog.
I need to tell someone, besides Pepper, why my face is wet.
The book I’m reading is a simple book by Ari L. Goldman called The Late Starters Orchestra. It’s about the author’s efforts to play the cello. Ari is a former New York Times reporter, and now a professor at the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism.
Toward the end of his book Ari achieves his goal of playing in public at his 60th birthday party.
He then writes “…I would die a happy man. I was a musician. Maybe that wouldn’t be the first thing that the newspapers would write in my obituary (if there are still newspapers) … “It was those last five words that opened the floodgates in my eyes.
I was a journalist for 37 years. I worked for honorable newspapers that did not slant the news, which was most of them during my career era. I tried, as did my reporter colleagues, to give the people what they needed to know in as objective a manner as possible. One of the newspapers I worked for has folded. The others are dying, or hollow publications of what they once were.
As a city editor at a 65,000 circulation daily, I had 21 reporters covering local beats. The last time I visited the paper, the city editor had seven reporters covering the same beats.
In the past few days, I’ve been reading stories, proudly told, about how fake online news impacted the recent election. And I’ve heard newspapers referred to as archaic. Shouldn’t we all be crying?
I love the Internet, the connection it gives me to loved ones, and the ease it gives me to have the answer to almost every question I have at my fingertips. But I also know not to believe everything I read. That has always been true, even when newspapers were in their prime. But it is especially true these days when anyone can write anything they want without regard to truth.
You can’t be a journalist and not believe in, and support, freedom of speech. And I do.
So where do we go from here? I don’t know. And that’s another reason my heart is breaking.
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I agree: what a sad day, when newspapers are called “archaic”! As to “freedom of speech”: I agree with a good friend of mine who always maintains it’s the first and not the second amendment that keeps us free citizens.
Thanks, Pit. I like your friend;s way of thinking. It’s mine as well. I also like the idea of the press being the fourth estate, unofficially charged with keeping the first three honest. But I think we’ve all lost our way.
I still fervently hope that we have not lost our way.
It is heartbreaking, I loved reading the newspaper and could trust that it was unbiased and as true as proper research could assure. It seems now so many politically motivated blogs (I could name a few but won’t) are being subsidized by lobbying rags such as “The Rifleman” and being used as puppets. A shame more people can separate the legitimate from lies.
So true Heartafire. Everyone needs to double check if the facts are really the facts. Not easy to do, but do it we must…
There’s always a liminal period between the passing of the old and the beginning of the new. It’s particularly poignant when we can see what ‘s being lost but don’t have a vision of what will replace it. It’s hard, can be scary, and we feel like there’s no solid footing. It’s also a time of possibility if we can only grasp it. Sometimes it will not be grasped in our lifetimes. This increases our grief. It’s not an easy time to be alive.
Wise thoughts Sam. I know we must go on,forward, and hopefully what’s ahead will be great, It’s just not there yet. Hope you’re hanging in there and Tony is getting better every day.
Thanks, Pat. Tony’s recovery is slow but apparent. His body underwent some severe trauma but lifesaving trauma so we’re grateful. We’re experiencing our own liminal state right now so the future is seemingly good but not guaranteed. Much to be grateful for.
The 1st Amendment is the most important one right now, in my opinion.