The reporter isn't and should almost never be the story. Or try hard not to be, no matter how much "personal brand" work our social media experts tell us is essential to survive the tornado of change that's tearing up our old ideas.
Back in 1995 and 1996, a government shutdown actually happened -- twice. The debt ceiling was not raised, but the country did not default. President Clinton actively used his veto pen, as the Republicans sent him bills that they knew he would not sign.
Since then, 41 local reporters have been killed in Pakistan. Since then, Pakistani authorities have not taken steps to bring the truth to light in any of the cases of murdered journalists. There is no justice for those journalists.
There has perhaps never been a time when we needed to speak truth not only to power, but to the millions of people who are connected in our wired world. That is the role of journalists -- my chosen field. I have never regarded that role as morally neutral.
What is it about the military that turns normally thoughtful journalists into war pornographers? A reporter who would otherwise make it through the day sober spends a little time with the military and loses himself in ever more dramatic language.
The stars came out at the annual White House Correspondents' Dinner at the Washington Hilton on April 30, 2011. The black tie affair was the place where politicians, news correspondents and Hollywood types all came together.
As Mother's Day approaches, my stomach begins to ache. It's a familiar, if old pain, tucked away in my soul, born of the loss of my son, Dan, killed at the age of 22 while working as Reuters photojournalist in Somalia more than 17 years ago.