May 19, 2013
Murdoch: The Emperor Has No Clothes
Posted on Jul 20, 2011
I have worked in and around the press and politics and police for almost as long as Rupert Murdoch. Although I never reached the heights he did, I think I understand him. Yes, he stole away a magazine I loved—New York magazine—and I hate him for that. But I admire his smarts and his guts.
It was hard for me to pull myself away from the television Tuesday as he and his son James tried to explain away the facts about their newspapers and their insidious relationship to British politics and police. That is a power triangle that can turn any country into totalitarianism.
I took away (or reinforced) two beliefs about my years in political journalism:
1. The press, particularly in Britain, has always been corrupt, much more corrupt than, say, the modern American press. Perhaps we find some signs of that collusion in the United States, but it tends to be local and less brazen.
2. In journalism and most other power centers, including the White House, the big guy always knows what’s going on, which is part of how he got to be the big man (or woman).
But as a veteran of the business, I know that we did not practice what we now preach. When I was younger and the journalism world was wilder, I did things that might land me in jail today. I pretended to be a cop. I pretended to be a young prosecutor. I climbed in windows of schools at 2 a.m. to get transcripts of closed school board meetings—particularly when a young schoolteacher in New Jersey was being accused (falsely) of being a communist trying to indoctrinate fifth-graders.
I loved it. And I think I did some good. The attraction of journalism, particularly during the Southern civil rights struggles, the Vietnam War and Watergate, was that young people with more energy and ideals than credentials or big salaries could do something to change the world as populist warriors.
Murdoch did a lot of that. If nothing else, he followed in his father’s footsteps—as he boasted before the parliamentary investigation—in financing the film "Gallipoli," reminding the world that ignorant and stupid British generals slaughtered young Australians in the name of empire—events a correspondent named Keith Murdoch, his father, had helped uncover.
So I watched the hearing with experienced fascination. I was particularly fascinated with the endless line of "I was not aware of that."
Murdoch, father and son, were aware. I have gone down this trail many times, usually in politics. President Kennedy was "not" aware that much of the U.S. government was trying to assassinate Fidel Castro. Give me a break! The top guy knows or is a fool. John Kennedy was no fool. Then there was Ronald Reagan, who could not remember a single thing about American efforts to channel weapons through Iran to the contras in Nicaragua. Right! If you believe that, as they say, I’ve got a bridge in Brooklyn. …
Even if you despise him, it is sad to watch Murdoch at the age of 80 being taken apart. He deserves it, I think. He is one of the reasons so many people have contempt or distrust of a free press. He can have all the money in the world, but is now being exposed as what he is: a thug who used freedom of the press to go a long way toward destroying the credibility of the press.
© 2011 UNIVERSAL UCLICK
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