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To: broadstbull who wrote (414865)6/13/2003 4:03:21 PM
From: calgal  Respond to of 769670
 
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To: broadstbull who wrote (414865)6/13/2003 4:11:14 PM
From: calgal  Respond to of 769670
 
June 13, 2003

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Fabricators and facilitators

By R. Emmett Tyrrell Jr.

Sen. Hillary Clinton's apocryphal memoir, following as it does upon the publication of her manservant Sidney Blumenthal's apocryphal memoir, reminds all serious students of the Clinton saga that the Clintons never let you down. They are always true to their nature. They lie. They lie when the do not have to and they deliver a whopper when a little white lie would suffice. And another thing: They are not going to move on. They are not going to "put it all behind them."
For years the mild mannered of the Republic have been have been importuning on me to "get over" the Clinton scandals. Well, with calamity threatening in the Middle East and terrorism menacing the civilized world, rest assured I have concentrated most of my energies on the calamitous present and the uncertain future. Nonetheless, as Sen. Clinton, New York Democrat, is demonstrating with this simpering tome, "Living History," the Clintons will continue to keep the issues of their past alive, much as Alger Hiss and his defenders kept the issue of his innocence alive for decades — even after Soviet archives demonstrated his guilt.
Luckily for the Clintons, they have many more issues to fight than Hiss. One exposure will not set them back. A semen-stained dress, an incriminating memo, a judge's charge of contempt of court might damage their case in one or two of their controversies; but they have so many more to carry on with, insisting all the time they are victims of conspiracy, not inveterate scamps.
In Mrs. Clinton's book, as in her manservant's almost unreadable pamphleteering, all the old scandals are brought up again. The Washington political sages will tell you this is very clever for one reason or another: She is addressing the problems now rather than during a future presidential campaign or she is drawing attention to herself at the expense of the patheticos now seeking the Democratic nomination.
Actually, the reasons for rehashing her scandalous past are: (A) being a 1960s kid, she cannot stop talking about herself, and (B) being a narcissistic amoralist, she believes she is blameless — rather those who exposed her were the wrongdoers. Troopergate, Travelgate, Whitewater, Monicagate, the impeachment, the pardons — there was no culpability on her part here despite the revelations, the evidence, those prosecutions that succeeded, the judicial rulings that left the Clintons paying and Bill without his law license. All Hillary will acknowledge is that she and her unique husband were for years wronged. It has gotten under her skin and will bug her for years to come. She is not going to "move on."
This is where Howell Raines and his scandals at the New York Times come in. The Times is known as the nation's newspaper of record. For a certitude, a nation needs a tablet of record, preferably more than one. Journalists working for such a newspaper should take their role with the utmost seriousness. Mr. Raines was serious, but before he left the newspaper after revelations of plagiarism and fabrication shook it, he was not serious enough. He allowed his prejudices and arrogance to overwhelm his judgment.
The confluence of Hillary's apocrypha and Mr. Raines' disgrace, reminds me of a run-in I had with him as I made a small attempt to set the historic record straight.
When Mr. Raines was editor of the Times editorial page back in 1993, one of the paper's business reporters interviewed me about the American Spectator's huge circulation growth caused by our Clinton reportage. The result was not so much a piece on our growth as a sustained attack on our accuracy, particularly with regard to Troopergate, the story reporting former Arkansas Gov. Bill Clinton's use of state troopers as pimps that ultimately led to his sexual harassment charge and impeachment. The reporter claimed it was "near pornographic." Other Spectator stories "included important error." The Times gave no examples.
Then the New Republic's Michael Kinsley was called in to deprecate the Spectator as "untrustworthy" (within two years his magazine would commence publishing dozens of fabrications by Stephen Glass) After quoting our long-time critic, Mr. Kinsley, the Times threw in a butchered quote from me "justifying the article [which article was unclear] in a way that would not be acceptable at most serious newspapers and magazine."
Finally the credulous and possibly malicious reporter repeats a deceit that the Clintons have relied on for a decade to refute the Troopergate story, namely, that a trooper signed an affidavit claiming the Spectator was wrong to write that President Clinton had "offered him a job to remain silent." That sophistry reappears now in Hillary's memoir. In truth, Troopergate also noted Mr. Clinton offered the trooper a federal job for information on what the troopers were saying — a matter left unmentioned in the affidavit. That Mr. Clinton would call the trooper from the White House was a damning indication of Mr. Clinton's reckless use of the presidency.
I called Mr. Raines on the telephone requesting that he allow me to reply on his Op-Ed page. It was the Times that had been inaccurate, not the Spectator. No errors had then been demonstrated in our stories, nor have they been revealed to this day. Actually, Mr. Clinton's subsequent behavior vindicated them. Mr. Raines denied my request with arctic disdain, telling me to write a letter to the editor. I reminded him that in the recent past the Times had failed to print a letter from me, and that my friend the British journalist John O'Sullivan had remarked that this was normal. The Times was the only paper he knew of that did not publish letters even when they came from someone the Times had attacked. Mr. Raines insisted my letter would be printed. It never was.
Now Hillary's section on Troopergate re-echoes the 10-year-old Times treatment of Troopergate, the story that tipped the world off to Mr. Clinton's fundamental flaw. She can base her account on the nation's newspaper of record. In Mr. Raines' day, it assisted in creating myths.

R. Emmett Tyrrell Jr. is the editor in chief of the American Spectator, a contributing editor to the New York Sun and an adjunct fellow at the Hudson Institute.



To: broadstbull who wrote (414865)6/13/2003 4:56:07 PM
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George Will


Journalism's Gentleman Giant

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newsandopinion.com | To have worked alongside David Brinkley on television is to have experienced what might be called the Tommy Henrich Temptation. Henrich, who played right field for the Yankees when Joe DiMaggio was playing center field, must have been constantly tempted to ignore the game and just stand there watching DiMaggio, who defined for his generation the elegance of understatement and the gracefulness that is undervalued because it makes the difficult seem effortless.



Brinkley, who died Wednesday, a month shy of his 83rd birthday, was a Washington monument as stately, and as spare in expression, as is the original. Long before high-decibel, low-brow cable shout-a-thons made the phrase "gentleman broadcaster" seem oxymoronic, Brinkley made it his business to demonstrate the compatibility of toughness and civility in journalism.

He was the most famous son of Wilmington, N.C., until Michael Jordan dribbled into the national consciousness. Brinkley arrived in Washington in 1943, an era when a gas mask occasionally hung from the president's wheelchair and the city -- then hardly more than a town, really -- fit John Kennedy's droll description of it as a community of Southern efficiency and Northern charm.

It was a town in which the second-most-powerful person was the speaker of the House, Sam Rayburn, a Texan whose office wall was adorned with five portraits of Robert E. Lee, all facing south, and who said he did not socialize because "these Washington society women never serve chili." Washington had 15,000 outdoor privies and a cleaning establishment that handled white flannel suits by taking them apart at the seams, hand-washing each piece, drying the pieces in the sun, then reassembling each suit. The process took a week -- longer during cloudy weather -- and cost $10.

By the time Brinkley retired from ABC in 1996, he had covered (in the subtitle of his 1995 autobiography) "11 Presidents, 4 Wars, 22 Political Conventions, 1 Moon Landing, 3 Assassinations, 2,000 Weeks of News and Other Stuff on Television." Like Walter Cronkite, the only other journalist of comparable stature from television's founding generation, Brinkley began his career in print journalism. Indeed, Brinkley began at a time when the phrase "print journalist" still seemed almost a redundancy.

During the Second World War, Edward R. Murrow and his CBS radio colleagues, such as Eric Sevareid, Charles Collingwood, Robert Trout and William Shirer, elevated broadcast journalism. But television took awhile to get the hang of it.

In 1949 John Cameron Swayze's "Camel News Caravan," for which young Brinkley, who had joined NBC in 1943, was a reporter, was carried for 15 minutes five nights a week. NBC's network consisted of four stations, in Boston, New York, Philadelphia and Washington. The sponsor required Swayze, who always wore a carnation in his lapel, to have a lit cigarette constantly in view. Not until 1963 did Cronkite's "CBS Evening News" become the first 30-minute newscast.

In 1981, after 38 years with NBC, Brinkley became host of ABC's "This Week." He understood a fundamental truth about television talk shows: What one does on them one does in strangers' living rooms. So, mind your manners; do not make a scene. Those thoughts guided Brinkley as he provided adult supervision to others on "This Week," the first hour-long Sunday morning interview program.

How anachronistic the maxim "mind your manners" seems in the harsh light cast by much of today's television. How serene, even proud, Brinkley was about becoming somewhat of an anachronism.

Evelyn Waugh's novel "Scott-King's Modern Europe" (1947) concludes on what can be called a Brinkleyesque note. The protagonist, Mr. Scott-King, a teacher at an English boys' school, is warned by the school's headmaster that the boys' parents are only interested in preparing their boys for the modern world.

"You can hardly blame them, can you?" said the headmaster. "Oh, yes," Scott-King replied, "I can and do," adding, "I think it would be very wicked indeed to do anything to fit a boy for the modern world."

Brinkley's backward-looking gentility made him regret, among much else, the passing of the days when it was unthinkable for a gentleman to wear other than a coat and tie when traveling by air. It is, then, an irony of the sort Brinkley savored that he was not merely present at the creation of television as a shaper of the modern world, he was among the creators of that phenomenon. Like the Founders of this fortunate republic, Brinkley set standards of performance in his profession that still are both aspirations and reproaches to subsequent practitioners.

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