It’s called journalism and I’ve been heartened the last few days by the media refusing to be cowered by this lying bully. There was a scathing, hard-hitting editorial in the NYTimes yesterday titled “The Missing Pieces in the Flynn Story.” Right on! Then last night I watched Judy Woodruff on PBS go after the smarmy former Trump campaign manager Carter Page and his actions in Russia. He wouldn’t answer her when she asked “Were you in any kind of contact with Russian officials?” but just kept using the phrase “fake news.”
In my high school journalism class, Mr. Patterson taught us about “the five Ws and one H:” the Who, What, Why, When, Where and How questions that must be answered before any story is complete. AND about journalistic objectivity in reporting the news and saving your opinions for the editorial page. That was the ideal, anyway. The art of journalism.
I’m glad the journalists are not backing down, and the way Trump went after the NYTimes today means they’re getting to him. Viva the power of the pen! (Drawing from an old Punch magazine)
I had the thought last night that it would be good to forget about labels like conservative or liberal and have the focus be on the truth (insofar as it can be determined). What really happened?
And what is honest, what is fair, what is compassionate?
Sorry, every once in a while, the political situation breaks through here. I know people don’t read this blog for my political views, but the hideousness of what is happening right now causes me to erupt on occasion. To my amazement, there are Trump supporters that read this blog, and I just don’t get it. Everything that I write about or photograph comes from a mind and soul that is deeply opposed to this mean-spirited prick.
