Lives of the Scribes
What you thought you knew about the Washington press corps.
Feb 4, 2013, Vol. 18, No. 20 • By EDWIN M. YODER JR.
On the strength of half-a-century’s work with newspaper people, I can confidently say that no cadre of that tribe is subject to greater superstition than Washington reporters. It seems a settled prejudice that all reporters, everywhere, are puffed-up Pulitzer-seekers and partisans in disguise, prostituting themselves for glittering prizes. Assuredly, journalists are no more immune to mean ambitions than anyone else. But I routinely challenge these skeptics to spend a night in a busy newsroom, or face a gruff copy editor of the old school (a vanishing breed, alas), and still believe that news is easy to cook, especially when it is big and breaking.
Jimmy Carter meets the press, 1977.
In fact, it is too often served raw. When this writer was a cub reporter in Charlotte, assigned to cover the nightly mayhem in the streets, I presented to the copy desk on one of my first days a piece about the “lacerations and contusions” suffered in a highway accident. “Sonny,” barked a hard-faced copy editor, “here in America we call ’em cuts and bruises.” I had stumbled unwarily into the hospital-speak of my sources.
In any case, those who seek the straight stuff on these alleged fabulists, these journalistic unicorns, will profit from Stephen Hess’s longitudinal study. Three decades ago, he and his assistants interviewed as many of the species as they could track down, more than 400, and published a book about them. Now, 30 years later, the Hess team has reviewed its findings and tried to discover what became of their subjects. The results are interesting, although the data are mostly such as can be neatly tabulated. The arguably more interesting personal questions—parental influences and mentors, reading habits, musical tastes, and the like—aren’t sought, and the favored categories are generational and professional, and male/female. The names of stars and prestige papers naturally get more exposure than the also-rans, although the categories (“boomers,” “lifers,” and so on) are impersonal; and there is a handy appendix in which the 1978 interviewees appear.
There are interesting tales. It is, or was, familiar lore that the late James Reston of the New York Times, surely the most eminent Washington reporter of the postwar generation, created his own domain as the paper’s chief capital Corrrespondent (capital “C,” please) and resisted home-office efforts to control it. The story of the hiring of young Steven Roberts, who seems to have wanted to work for the Times since he could walk and talk, confirms it. When the editors in New York balked at hiring Roberts, then 22, and Reston’s successor as bureau chief, Tom Wicker, had trouble breaking the home-office blockade, Reston took control. Roberts recounts:
On the other hand, reporters who enter the gilded world of television news, especially those who cover courts, clearly have the hardest time getting their stories through the electronic fog and frivolity. That problem finally got to Carl Stern, who had been covering the Supreme Court for NBC:
Stern, protesting, was admonished by a senior producer that what mattered was not the “fairness bullshit,” but being “fair overall.” Stern fled to academe. Fred Graham had a similar problem as judicial reporter at CBS, where the term “infotainment” seems to have been bandied without irony. CBS News chief Van Gordon Sauter advised Graham, who was handicapped by a law degree, that the reporter should seek, in every story, “a tear-filled moment, a happy moment, anyway an emotional moment . . . and your rating will go up.”
No doubt, covering judicial subtleties is a challenge for a visual medium that must tell stories in pictures and “feelings” elicited from desolate people. It seems widely believed today that this imaginary judiciary of sob sisters (and brothers) may be swayed by demonstrators; and since many people claim to get their news from television, that idea may be encouraged by the theatrical values urged upon Stern and Graham (and no doubt others). But the disturbing effect is a grossly distorted impression of what judges decide, and how.