Powers chooses, to my chagrin, two phrases from my
article, both meant to be humorous, to suggest that not only is my
style of writing "inapt," a rather awkward word, in my opinion but,
more importantly, who the hell am I to have anything posted on HuffPo
in the first place? "And while Jayne Lyn Stahl may be a brilliant poet
and playwright, I've never heard of her and wasn't ready to trust her."
Indeed, and I'd never heard of William Powers either, so we're even. I
challenge Mr. Powers to name 5 contemporary poets, living, preferably.
Somehow, I suspect Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson would find
themselves on his list, as does William Butler Yeats who he clearly
read, but didn't understand any better than he understood me.
"Most journalists are serious people, and serious people are supposed
to discuss politics as ideas, not entertainment. But if the devices of
entertainment are delivering the ideas, maybe news outlets everywhere
should be helping us better understand how it all works, and who
exactly are these people who are working so hard, night and day, to
seduce us?" Oh, so is that what the folks at HuffPo are up to, after
all, not to show diversity of opinion, and worldview, but to seduce
guys in pinstripe suits who appear to be missing a sense of humor?
Obviously, someone like Hunter Thompson would be held in equal esteem
to someone like myself, except, of course, that Thompson has name
recognition.
"It would be marvelous if every voice in the new agora could have equal
sway," Powers concludes, and yes, yes, it would be almost as
"marvelous" if those who suffer from metaphysical agoraphobia wouldn't
loiter behind half-baked, duplicitous notions of moral, and
professional authority. As a question of authority is, after all, more
about context than anything else. Clearly, an image of the president
"poll dancing," or the ironic use of the phrase "beloved Pentagon"
wouldn't appear on the editorial pages of The New York Times anytime
soon, but they were not submitted to the NYT, or WaPo either. Nor, for
that matter, was the writer of those phrases awarded the stock options,
or monetary compensation of, say, someone who writes for The National
Journal, but this isn't about money; this is about inclusion. Yes, Mr.
Powers, that's right, you can keep your 401 K, I want my ideas to count
as much as yours do, so sue me, and the rest of the lumpen proletariat
who are audacious enough to think that we, too, have a right to a space
in the new frontier of online expression.
As one who copiously invests himself in what he calls "straight ahead
journalism and centrist no-nonsense positions on public issues," one
wonders if his "no-nonsense journalism" requires sitting squarely on
the center, and maintaining that only traditional vehicles for news
delivery, the mainstream media, matter? Not only are his notions of
authority provincial, but they're rigidified.
And, lest there be any confusion, when Powers speaks of "authority"
what he really means is that one has to have the right credentials, or
pedigree to join the insider's club of "elite news outlets." But then,
one might expect this kind of antediluvian banter from someone who
writes, too, that "Online media boosters often speak of establishment
authority as a vestige of the media Dark Ages. The people have stormed
the castle! They're speaking out in their own voices rather than
through those arrogant go-betweens, the newspapers and TV networks."
What is he so afraid of, that maybe someone he'd flunk in Journalism
101 could have a wider audience than he has?
For the media critic of a prominent Washington, D.C. news magazine, Mr.
Powers appears not to understand that precisely what distinguishes the
practice of blogging from that of editorializing, or writing
traditional opinion pieces, is that one doesn't need to present one's
press credentials in order to post their thoughts, and ideas, and while
the two phrases, taken out of context, from an important piece I wrote
were less than exemplary of my work, they didn't deserve the kind of
personal attack on my credibility that ensued. Moreover, using the
Powers prescription for reliable journalism, Walt Whitman, also a poet
and an essayist, as well as W.B. Yeats, whose poem he quotes, would
fare no better than I did. I doubt if either man would have passed
Journalism 101 if Professor Powers were keeping score. Not to put too
fine a point on it, there is a often a notable stylistic difference
between writing for blogs, and writing an op ed piece for a daily
newspaper.
Following his example, I decided to do a Google search of my own, and
found another article by William Powers that appeared in "The National
Journal" on March 3, 2006 in which he called blogs "overhyped and
underperforming," referencing a Gallup Poll that stated that "only 9
percent of U.S. Internet users said they frequently read blogs. Worse,
blogs are flatlining," he wrote. My, my, it seems he has yet to realize
that bias is, to journalists, a four-letter word. Maybe he should have
fessed up to this bias when he began to speak, with such egregious
moral authority, on what he considered to be the best stylistic writing
on the heinous comments of a high placed Washington, D.C. official.
Given his preference for form over substance, it's no wonder he's no
longer a reporter for The Washington Post; ah, but that's hitting below
the Belt-way.
While Mr. Powers' obvious grief over our national loss of a sense of
tradition and authority is moving, I, for one lament the his lack of
disclosure about his bias against blogging. Clearly, this bias would
affect his evaluation of my piece, and those of others less fortunate
in that they have yet to come to his attention.
Indeed, if he is such a great friend to journalism, then why isn't he
spending his valuable, professional time time and energy speaking up
for a federal shield law to protect his colleagues from having to
compromise the confidentiality of their sources this week in the trial
of Scooter Libby instead of deriding the extemporaneous and, by
comparison, inconsequential online posts of someone he's never heard
of? Could it be because he doesn't care about a federal shield law?
Could it be that he doesn't care about anything unless he has it, as
they say, on good authority?
Conceding the "inaptness" of my diction, one can't help but notice that
Powers' focus is how one says something rather than what is said, which
is rather dangerous given that he positions himself in the nation's
capital. He must have had one hell of a time with Donald Rumsfeld, as
well as the president.
More importantly, Powers misses the point altogether. What makes Web
commentary revolutionary is that one doesn't need to show a press pass,
or provide proof of citizenship in order to gain entry. One merely
needs to have good ideas, and, more often than not, express them well.
Interestingly, but not surprisingly, he never once denigrated, or even
referenced, my ideas, only how I expressed them. He may have been too
busy watching to see how that all the "i"s were dotted.
At a time when journalism, as a profession, has faced the gravest
threat since the days of Joe McCarthy, it's ludicrous to think that a
Washington, D.C. columnist, and former reporter for The Washington Post
wastes his time with what amounts to little more than a bad pun.
Instead of attempting to slap an "R" rating on what we read,
"restricted to professionals only," the focus should be on this
administration's attempts to contain the free flow of information, as
well as its ongoing assault on a free press.
Moreover, whoever invented blogging obviously didn't intend it to be
letter perfect, but to address the kind of exclusive, glass ceiling,
professional elitism which is the subtext, and foundation, of "A
Question of Authority." The fact that relative unknowns like myself can
find their spontaneous ramblings posted on the same page as those of
"establishment" writers like David Mamet, and Nora Ephron. shows, if
nothing else, that one of the wonderful things about authority, in a
democracy, is its capacity for change, and those who question that the
concept of authority frequently morphs haven't studied history. What's
more, anyone who resists change should be collecting fossils, and not
working in news.
When thinking about his article, I can't help but be reminded of a
stanza from another poet, and one Powers has, doubtless heard of, Bob
Dylan:
"You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand, You see
somebody naked, and you say who is that man, You try so hard but you
don't understand, just what you will say when you get home, cause
something is happening and you don't know what it is, do you Mr. Jones?"