Dear readers,
Now that you have read my side of
the story regarding the bias of the media, this article,
“The Media in One Lesson”, by Fred Reed will give you a
new light on how it works.
The
Media in One Lesson
by Fred Reed
April 22, 2004
I love
the media. They remind me of a man who bangs on his
thumb with a hammer and wonders why it hurts.
Every
year a conclave of editors and publishers laments the
decline in circulation and blames illiteracy or
television or the alignment of the planets. It’s someone
else’s fault. Recently I saw a story, perhaps on
Wired.com, saying that the media are finally realizing
that bloggers and small web-only sites are undercutting
them. How very alert of them. This too is someone else’s
fault. One reporter thought it was because people want
bias.
Permit
me to offer another explanation: People weary of the
usual media because they aren’t very good. How’s that
for a shattering insight? (This column is big on
shattering insights.)
Why
are the media not very good?
In thirty years in the writing trades, I’ve covered a
lot of things, but three in particular: The military,
the sciences, and the police. For years I had a military
column syndicated by Universal Press Syndicate and later
carried by the Army Times papers until I was fired for
political incorrectness. For half a dozen years I rode
with the cops all around the country for my police
column in the Washington Times. And I’ve written tech
columns and pieces for technical mags like Signal
forever.
This
isn’t my first rodeo.
In each case the reporters I met were, with very few
exceptions, pig ignorant. The military reporters didn’t
know the history, the weaponry, the technology,
strategy, tactics, or how soldiers work. Almost none had
served. The police reporters chased scanners instead of
riding regularly and just didn’t know what was out there
or who cops are or why they act as they do. The tech
writers were mostly history majors.
Over
the years I’ve noticed several things. First, in print
publications, most reporters aren’t very smart. A few
are very bright, but probably through a mistake in
hiring. (The prestigious papers are exceptions, hiring
Ivy League snots of the sort who viscerally dislike
soldiers, cops, rural people, guns, etc.) Reporting
requires assertiveness and willingness to deal with
tedious material under pressure of deadlines. These
qualities seldom come bundled with inquiring
intelligence. Consequently reporters (again with the
occasional exception) lack curiosity, and don’t read in
their fields.
The results are reasonably obvious to all of us, no? Is
it not true that when you know a field, those writing
about it clearly don’t?
Second, they are painfully politically correct,
frightened of making a slip. Everyone in the racket
knows exactly what you can’t say and what you have to
say. Thus what reporters know, they don’t say; and what
they say, they don’t believe. Writers are afraid of
being fired; newspapers are afraid of their readers and,
very important, of their advertisers. Editors are
terrified of blacks, Jews, Hispanics, homosexuals, and
women.
Third,
the media are controlled, controlled, controlled. It is
easy not to notice just how controlled. For example,
people are interested in crime and the police. Ever see
a television station put a cop on camera and let him
talk for half an hour about what it’s really like out
there? Never happen. An honest cop couldn’t manage three
sentences without saying something perfectly true but
forbidden.
Fourth, to understand journalism, you have to understand
that, once you have a decent beat, it’s a ticket to
ride. It’s fun. You get to go where others don’t, do
things other people only dream about. You have power.
You have privilege. The paper buys you tickets and
hotels for the Paris Air Show; you go to exotic wars,
ride in fighter planes. Important people who think you
are an idiot are nice to you because they are afraid of
you. And if you don’t ruffle feathers, you keep both
power and privilege. So the easy thing is to write what
you are supposed to and have a splendid time.
Fifth, reflect that because of law, convention, and
political fear papers have to hire "diverse" newsrooms.
This exercises a powerful flattening effect on the news.
For practical purposes it is not possible to express
opinions, or to cover stories, that offend a sizable
group on the floor of the newsroom. If your editor is
female, or the guy at the next desk black, or gay, you
find it very hard to write anything that these groups
won’t like. You have to come to work every day. More
diversity in the newsroom means less diversity in the
news.
Finally, whoever owns the paper calls the tune. It isn’t
always done obviously. You don’t get a telephone call
from the publisher, or whoever in New York owns your
paper, saying, "Yes, it is I. The Big Boy. God. Here’s
what I want you to write…." But you know the paper’s
line, its taboos. You abide by them or you walk. Given
that the media are owned by small numbers of people who
believe the same things, the tune that is called seldom
varies.
Now,
compare this with the world of bloggery. If it is your
blog (or website), you are the editor. You aren’t afraid
of advertisers because you don’t have any. No one sits
at the next desk. If you want to, you can write under an
assumed name. Them as wants to read it, will; them as
don’t, won’t. The choice is entirely between you and the
reader.
The
net is…gasp…a truly free press.
In the
past people in the usual media have loftily ignored
bloggery, generally regarding it as the domain of bush
leaguers who couldn’t get a job at a real newspaper. Who
are they kidding? Other than themselves? Yes, there’s
trash, lots of it. But there are wonderfully witty
writers (the media don’t do wit and can’t write*), and
brilliant folk who are lifelong authorities on things
(the media don’t do much brilliance or authority), and
people who tackle taboo subjects with real insight (the
media…never mind).
I don’t wonder why circulation falls. I wonder why it
hasn’t fallen more.
*An exception is my friend Joe Sobran. If he wrote a
book on concrete technology, it would read like Milton.
April 22, 2004