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Would the Last Honest Reporter Please Turn On the Lights?
By Orson Scott Card
Editor’s note: Orson Scott Card is a Democrat and a newspaper columnist, and in this opinion piece he takes on both while lamenting the current state of journalism.
An open letter to the local daily paper — almost every local daily paper in America:
I remember reading All the President’s Men and thinking: That’s journalism. You do what it takes to get the truth and you lay it before the public, because the public has a right to know.
This housing crisis didn’t come out of nowhere. It was not a vague emanation of the evil Bush administration.
It was a direct result of the political decision, back in the late 1990s, to loosen the rules of lending so that home loans would be more accessible to poor people. Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac were authorized to approve risky loans.
What is a risky loan? It’s a loan that the recipient is likely not to be able to repay.
The goal of this rule change was to help the poor — which especially would help members of minority groups. But how does it help these people to give them a loan that they can’t repay? They get into a house, yes, but when they can’t make the payments, they lose the house — along with their credit rating.
They end up worse off than before.
This was completely foreseeable and in fact many people did foresee it. One political party, in Congress and in the executive branch, tried repeatedly to tighten up the rules. The other party blocked every such attempt and tried to loosen them.
Furthermore, Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae were making political contributions to the very members of Congress who were allowing them to make irresponsible loans. (Though why quasi-federal agencies were allowed to do so baffles me. It’s as if the Pentagon were allowed to contribute to the political campaigns of Congressmen who support increasing their budget.)
Isn’t there a story here? Doesn’t journalism require that you who produce our daily paper tell the truth about who brought us to a position where the only way to keep confidence in our economy was a $700 billion bailout? Aren’t you supposed to follow the money and see which politicians were benefiting personally from the deregulation of mortgage lending?
I have no doubt that if these facts had pointed to the Republican Party or to John McCain as the guilty parties, you would be treating it as a vast scandal. “Housing-gate,” no doubt. Or “Fannie-gate.”
Instead, it was Senator Christopher Dodd and Congressman Barney Frank, both Democrats, who denied that there were any problems, who refused Bush administration requests to set up a regulatory agency to watch over Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, and who were still pushing for these agencies to go even further in promoting sub-prime mortgage loans almost up to the minute they failed.
As Thomas Sowell points out in a TownHall.com essay entitled “Do Facts Matter?” ( http://snipurl.com/457townhall_com] ): “Alan Greenspan warned them four years ago. So did the Chairman of the Council of Economic Advisers to the President. So did Bush’s Secretary of the Treasury.”
These are facts. This financial crisis was completely preventable. The party that blocked any attempt to prevent it was … the Democratic Party. The party that tried to prevent it was … the Republican Party.
Yet when Nancy Pelosi accused the Bush administration and Republican deregulation of causing the crisis, you in the press did not hold her to account for her lie. Instead, you criticized Republicans who took offense at this lie and refused to vote for the bailout!
What? It’s not the liar, but the victims of the lie who are to blame?
Now let’s follow the money … right to the presidential candidate who is the number-two recipient of campaign contributions from Fannie Mae.
And after Freddie Raines, the CEO of Fannie Mae who made $90 million while running it into the ground, was fired for his incompetence, one presidential candidate’s campaign actually consulted him for advice on housing.
If that presidential candidate had been John McCain, you would have called it a major scandal and we would be getting stories in your paper every day about how incompetent and corrupt he was.
But instead, that candidate was Barack Obama, and so you have buried this story, and when the McCain campaign dared to call Raines an “adviser” to the Obama campaign — because that campaign had sought his advice — you actually let Obama’s people get away with accusing McCain of lying, merely because Raines wasn’t listed as an official adviser to the Obama campaign.
You would never tolerate such weasely nit-picking from a Republican.
If you who produce our local daily paper actually had any principles, you would be pounding this story, because the prosperity of all Americans was put at risk by the foolish, short-sighted, politically selfish, and possibly corrupt actions of leading Democrats, including Obama.
If you who produce our local daily paper had any personal honor, you would find it unbearable to let the American people believe that somehow Republicans were to blame for this crisis.
There are precedents. Even though President Bush and his administration never said that Iraq sponsored or was linked to 9/11, you could not stand the fact that Americans had that misapprehension — so you pounded us with the fact that there was no such link. (Along the way, you created the false impression that Bush had lied to them and said that there was a connection.)
If you had any principles, then surely right now, when the American people are set to blame President Bush and John McCain for a crisis they tried to prevent, and are actually shifting to approve of Barack Obama because of a crisis he helped cause, you would be laboring at least as hard to correct that false impression.
Your job, as journalists, is to tell the truth. That’s what you claim you do, when you accept people’s money to buy or subscribe to your paper.
But right now, you are consenting to or actively promoting a big fat lie — that the housing crisis should somehow be blamed on Bush, McCain, and the Republicans. You have trained the American people to blame everything bad — even bad weather — on Bush, and they are responding as you have taught them to.
If you had any personal honor, each reporter and editor would be insisting on telling the truth — even if it hurts the election chances of your favorite candidate.
Because that’s what honorable people do. Honest people tell the truth even when they don’t like the probable consequences. That’s what honesty means . That’s how trust is earned.
Barack Obama is just another politician, and not a very wise one. He has revealed his ignorance and naivete time after time — and you have swept it under the rug, treated it as nothing.
Meanwhile, you have participated in the borking of Sarah Palin, reporting savage attacks on her for the pregnancy of her unmarried daughter — while you ignored the story of John Edwards’s own adultery for many months.
So I ask you now: Do you have any standards at all? Do you even know what honesty means?
Is getting people to vote for Barack Obama so important that you will throw away everything that journalism is supposed to stand for?
You might want to remember the way the National Organization of Women threw away their integrity by supporting Bill Clinton despite his well-known pattern of sexual exploitation of powerless women. Who listens to NOW anymore? We know they stand for nothing; they have no principles.
That’s where you are right now.
It’s not too late. You know that if the situation were reversed, and the truth would damage McCain and help Obama, you would be moving heaven and earth to get the true story out there.
If you want to redeem your honor, you will swallow hard and make a list of all the stories you would print if it were McCain who had been getting money from Fannie Mae, McCain whose campaign had consulted with its discredited former CEO, McCain who had voted against tightening its lending practices.
Then you will print them, even though every one of those true stories will point the finger of blame at the reckless Democratic Party, which put our nation’s prosperity at risk so they could feel good about helping the poor, and lay a fair share of the blame at Obama’s door.
You will also tell the truth about John McCain: that he tried, as a Senator, to do what it took to prevent this crisis. You will tell the truth about President Bush: that his administration tried more than once to get Congress to regulate lending in a responsible way.
This was a Congress-caused crisis, beginning during the Clinton administration, with Democrats leading the way into the crisis and blocking every effort to get out of it in a timely fashion.
If you at our local daily newspaper continue to let Americans believe — and vote as if — President Bush and the Republicans caused the crisis, then you are joining in that lie.
If you do not tell the truth about the Democrats — including Barack Obama — and do so with the same energy you would use if the miscreants were Republicans — then you are not journalists by any standard.
You’re just the public relations machine of the Democratic Party, and it’s time you were all fired and real journalists brought in, so that we can actually have a news paper in our city.
This article first appeared in The Rhinoceros Times of Greensboro, North Carolina.
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Hmmm…
Okay… I know I said I wasn’t abandoning MegaBlog. But. I haven’t been on here in quite awhile. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that finals start this week. So I’m mainly walking around in a semi-comatose state if I’m not engulfed in the studying of something like the Commerce Clause.
Oh, and the girl who lives in the apartment adjacent to mine is singing Phantom of the Opera at the top of her lungs. Oh yes, as I type.
I am so lucky.
Anyway. I think it’s safe to say that We B’log Together is going to be the main venue for all things Megan. I guess it’s not realistic to expect myself to maintain 2 blogs. Plus, I don’t have enough to say! I’d repeat everything on one or the other. Why am I making excuses? I don’t know. Just go to the other one, folks!
I just wanted to check in for the die-hard MegaBlog readers. (I know you exist!)
Update: I am doing well– loving life, planning a splendid wedding, and SO excited for the next two weeks to be over. After that, I’m off to my life of luxury as I extern with the legal counsel for The Church in Salt Lake City!! It’s true. I’m SO excited.
Oh, one more bit of news: I made it onto the Jessup International Law Moot Court team! Woo hoo!!
(It’s kind of a big deal.)
New Blog.
Hello everyone.
This post is to let y’all know that Mark and I have started a new blog.
Oh yeah, in case you didn’t know, we are engaged! Officially this time.
Our new blog can be found at : http://www.grantstoday.wordpress.com.
Don’t worry, I’m not doing away with MegaBlog. At least not yet.
Check our blog often for cool updates. And photos. And secret ninja moves. And charts and diagrams. And extensive legal terminology. And egg foo yung. And riddles. And 1-up mushrooms.
Ok. See you there.
The new awesome.
This post is dedicated to my awesome niece, Shaelynn.
You don’t know it, but you have an aunt that loves you TONS!
She wishes you lived closer. Usually every day. Just so you could play more often.
She thinks you are pretty much the cutest niece she has.
She never realized how much she’d miss hearing, “Newie” and “Mo’, mo’, mo’,” each day.
Basically, you’re pretty awesome.
Love,
Aunt Meg
Indirectly tagged.
Okay, so as I was reading a blogpost by a friend of mine, I noticed that she had been tagged, and, as per the tagging rules, she had tagged several people at the end of her post. Including, “and anyone else who wants to be tagged.” That’s right, folks. I’m taking that as a personal tagging. No one’s ever tagged me before. That might be because there’s only like 3 people who read this blog. And one of them doesn’t have a blog, or even know what tagging is, I think.
But I digress. Let’s get on with it. To explain to all who don’t know: someone starts a post, usually it’s “10 Things You Don’ t Know About Me” or something like that, and at the end, they list a few blogger-friend’s names and tell them they’ve been tagged. Those people have to do the same post, and tag more people. Chain letter-ish? Anyway. Here goes nothing.
10 Years Ago: Hm. Ten years ago I was in 9th grade at Oak Canyon Junior High School, playing on the girl’s basketball team and LOVING it. Also, little did I know I’d be soon finding out about our forthcoming move to Las Vegas. Yeah. Needless to say, I did NOT love that newsflash. But I survived.
Snacks I enjoy: Gardetto’s, salt & vinegar chips, honey roasted peanuts, 7-layer dip w/hint of lime chips, Reese’s Sticks, Wheat Thins. The list could go on.
Things I would do if I were suddenly made a billionaire:
1) pay tithing ![]()
2) buy a house with a wraparound porch
3) pay off my parent’s house
4) buy Kristen/Perry, Ryan/Kellie, and Jake houses
5) pay off my student loans (and Mark’s future student loans)
6) start a saving’s account for Jeffery
7) buy a new suit collection
5 things on my to-do list for today:
1) do my taxes
2) temple session
3) workout
4) work on outlines
5) watch a movie??
3 of my bad habits:
- arguing trivial points
- grinding my teeth
- furrowing my brow
5 Places I have lived:
- Nashville, TN
- Charleston, IL
- Orem, UT
- Las Vegas, NV
- Reno, NV
Jobs I have had:
- child care @ Las Vegas Athletic Club
- Latch-key supervisor for City of Sparks
- Summer camp counselor for Washoe County
- Substitute teacher
- Front Desk Administrator for Anderson & Dorn
Things people don’t know about me:
- I’m pretty sure I have OCD.
- I always start out sleeping on my left side in the fetal position. Always have.
- I don’t like my bad habit of arguing trivial points.
- I wish I had naturally black hair. (or at least really super dark brown)
- I want to own a used-book shop someday.
- I want to go to Prince Edward Island.
- I loathe circus peanuts.
That is all. I tag everyone who reads this blog!!
Belated but absolutely necessary…
Okay. So I was a slacker and I never posted about Valentine’s Day. But, don’t worry, I’m making up for it right now. See, almost every blog I read regularly had some type of post about that most love-ly of holidays, (har har), and I really should try to get on the ball.
For starters, it was kind of a rough day at school. Tiring, I guess would be a better description. I don’t even remember why, though, because that evening more than made up for it. Mark and I went to Goodwood BBQ for dinner, which was delectable. Afterwards, we went over to his place.
Bear in mind, I had naively thought that our delicious dinner was the extent of our festivities. Well, I was mistaken. My boyfriend, being the coolest boyfriend in the world, had planned the sweetest scene for me. (He says his favorite holiday is Valentine’s Day. A fact I had somehow missed through 6 years of friendship. Huh.)
So, not only did he make sure that the stereo started playing a playlist from his iPod as soon as we walked in the door, but he had spread rose petals all over the ground. There was a cool chocolate cake, a gigantic bouquet of amazing flowers, and the softest teddy bear I have ever laid a finger on. Oh, and a box of Dove Specialty Dark Chocolates. Mmmmmmmmm!
This is what it looked like:
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Sorry if that is small…. I’m still working on trying to get the hang of this format.
For those of you who’d like to know, the bouquet had roses, calla lilies, orchids, and star-gazer lilies. All flowers I LOVE. And here is a close-up of the cake:
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It was probably the richest dessert I’ve had in quite some time. Or maybe ever. But dang tasty.
I tried to post one last photo of me and The Man, just so everyone can see my incredible guy, but most of my photos are just too huge and I don’t know how to resize them to get them to work on these posts. Argh. I’m just not as savvy as the next guy, I guess. Ah well. C’est la vie.
Hope everyone has a beautiful week!
Love,
Meg
well, well, well…
You are Elizabeth Bennet of Pride & Prejudice! You are intelligent, witty, and tremendously attractive. You have a good head on your shoulders, and oftentimes find yourself the lone beacon of reason in a sea of ridiculousness. You take great pleasure in many things. You are proficient in nearly all of them, though you will never own it. Lest you seem too perfect, you have a tendency toward prejudgement that serves you very ill indeed.
Mrs. Field’s and Syria
Hello all. Today’s post is inspired by a lecture I attended today which featured the Associate General Counsel for Mrs. Field’s Famous Brands.
He brought samples. 3 boxes full, to be exact.
And, as the international law lecture series is, how shall I say, not as popular as I’d think it would be, there were not very many people in attendance.
Anyway, he was awesome. I learned all about how he had amazing opportunities right out of law school…. opportunities that don’t come around more than once every century, probably. (Opportunities like being asked to oversee the Church’s legal work in Africa only 2 years out of law school….. yeah.) So, basically, since he got The Cool Opportunity of this century, I’m starting to accept the fact that I need to live another 100 years. At least. Here goes nothing!
But I digress. Why is Syria in my title, you ask? Well, as it turns out, Mrs. Field’s Famous Brands encompasses TCBY. They used to also include brands like Pretzel Time and Pretzel Maker, but those were recently sold. Anyhow. This man told us that among all of their international franchises, TCBY used to be sold in Syria of all places. Yes, friends, it’s true. It was sold there until tests results came back showing small percentages of fecal matter in the frozen yogurt.
Needless to say, the plug was quickly pulled on that outfit. No more TCBY in Syria. Good news is that Mrs. Field’s Cookies are found in quite a few places, including Jordan and the Philippines. And, rest assured, the quality control is great. You can expect your cookie in Jordan to have the same great taste of real butter as your cookie in Salt Lake City, Utah.
But now that I’m sounding like an advertisement, I think I’ll stop.
I’m getting hungry…
27 days!!
So, it turns out…. only 27 days till I will fly to Nebraska to visit the Ridge Fun Center! I can’t wait!! It’s been the worst trying to figure out when in the world I could go, if I could go…but I decided to take the plunge.
My only memory of Nebraska is stopping there on our move to Utah from Illinois. I’m pretty sure we stopped at a truckstop. I’m pretty sure there was one of those crane games where you try to get the stuffed animal out of the machine with the mechanical hand. I’m pretty sure I had never seen one of those in all my 8 years of life and probably almost had a heart attack with excitement. I’m pretty sure that while we were eating lunch at that truck stop, I was innocently drinking from a Hi-C fruit punch juice box when my loving older brother, Ryan, told me I should blow really hard into the straw, to see what would happen. I’m pretty sure I did, (okay, I’m sure I did,) because I’m pretty sure Dad got really mad at me when Hi-C fruit punch ended up all over my shirt. I was bewildered about why he was mad at me. But, life went on, the move was successful, and we survived Nebraska.
I’m pretty sure all of those memories did not happen all just in Nebraska, but probably at a bunch of different truck stops along the way. However, as they are essentially the only memories I still have of that trip, and as Nebraska is the only specific state I remember stopping in, and, as our red cooler carried a Nebraska bumper sticker till the end of its days because Dad wouldn’t let us put it on the van bumper, I’ve decided it’s all about Nebraska.
I’m pretty sure Mom and Dad stopped at as many truck stops as they could. Seriously, with a 3 yr old, an 8 yr old, a 9 yr old, an 11 yr old, a 14 yr old, and a cat named Muffy, roaming around a minivan, I’d be stopping as often as I could.
Oh, the memories.
But back to my point of rejoicing: only 27 days!!!
