It's not very often that we wake up and have a life-changing event occur. Maybe there's a handful in our life. One of these happened to a family 20 months ago, tragically, and led to the book, Ending School Shootings, which published this week.
Honesty and integrity are all you have in the news business. I lost respect for Brian Williams, but not because he lied. I lost it because he refused to honorably resign.
While the news business has changed dramatically over the past six decades, there is much for all journalists to learn from Bob Schieffer's remarkable career. He hosted presidents and world leaders. He asked tough questions, but was never confrontational. He never wanted to be the story; he just wanted to cover the news.
Gone are the days of Cronkite, Rather, Brokaw, Jennings, Sawyer, and now Williams. Mark your calendars: Tuesday, February 10, 2015, ended the era of the celebrity, legacy news anchor.
The Williams' flurry is just the tip of a much greater scandal: the charade of the glamorous, all-seeing Super Anchor who ranges the planet in search of scandal, outrage and spectacle. It's a colossal fake, a travesty--put over on an audience that desperately wants to believe in the sham. But, hey folks--the Emperor has no clothes.
The legendary CBS News producer Sanford "Sandy" Socolow has died. He worked at CBS News for 32 years, during its truly golden years, four of them as Walter Cronkite's executive producer. He was a rare combination of outstanding journalist and wonderful person, beloved by all those who knew him.
Adoption is already a second chance safety net for orphans and children in need. It does not come with guarantees, a refund policy, or a legal way out of all responsibility.
Great consideration needs to be given as to whether reducing the stigma of giving up on adopted children would not inadvertently result in encouraging more terminations, turning adoption into a trial and give-back program as if children come with warranties.
As I watched with a sickening sense of deja vu the images coming out of Ferguson, MO this week, I couldn't help but come to this conclusion: we have allowed a pernicious historical revisionism to undermine the legacy of the civil rights movement.
I have followed Rumsfeld's career from the '80, when I started CNN, until at least 2005, when as a guest on Fox News, I suggested that he be fired for the same reasons that Dan Rather had been fired -- he was the guy in charge when bad things were going on in his department.
Because of the hell into which he was thrown with thousands, Flynn conjures moments reminiscent of Dante's Inferno. There are even echoes in his lines of T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land. And what could be more understandable?
In thinking about Nelson Mandela, his life and his legacy, a metaphor comes to mind: that of a great, one-for-the-ages comet -- not unlike the Comet ISON that recently traveled around the sun. Mandela was a great comet of a man; we are not likely to see someone like him again anytime soon. He was a man who made a towering difference in history by the sheer force of his character. This included his steel determination, his dedication to forgiveness of and reconciliation with his enemies, and a willingness to grow, adapt and change for the better, for the betterment of his country and, no exaggeration, the world.
When even the government can no longer be trusted to tell the truth, where can Americans go to find out what's important and what should be covered?
Pierpoint was one of the last of the generation called "Murrow's Boys." These were the first generation of print journalists, most from the wire services like AP and UPI, who were recruited into the then-new medium of television.
Beyond legalization, what any flyover, any conversation, is obligated to include is the industry's impact on the environment -- inclusive of animal, vegetable and mineral -- which is profound and growing.
All this hoopla about the Department of Justice improperly obtaining two months of AP telephone records seems to me just as phony as Claude Rains' "I'm shocked, shocked" when he "discovers" gambling at Rick's Café in Cassablanca.